The war of resistance against mountains is heavy

Chapter 2202: A tiger in trouble, a strong man? A thin man!

Japanese troops rushed out of the village and chased some civilians.

The Japanese cavalry also rushed over from behind, so no matter whether it was people working in the fields or civilians running from the village, they were all surrounded by the Japanese cavalry.

Some civilians still wanted to run away, but this time the Japanese soldiers did not swing their sabers. Instead, they whipped the civilians to the ground.

This situation caught Shang Zhen's eyes. Shang Zhen, who was squatting on the ground with his tattered bag in his hand, saw that no one noticed him yet, so he threw the bag into the sweet potato field.

Then he squatted down obediently. It was only because he was dressed neatly this time, otherwise he would look like a beggar again.

"The Imperial Army said that as long as you don't resist, you won't die. This time the Imperial Army has come and they won't rob girls or things!" Where the Japanese army is present, there will be traitors. At this time, the interpreter's voice rang out.

Not stealing flowers, not stealing things? Can a dog change to eat shit? Shang Zhen, who was squatting on the ground, thought.

At this time, the traitor's voice sounded again: "I told you to go and build a gun tower for the imperial army. Come back after you finish the work. Otherwise, what will we do with this land?"

Fuck, instead of stealing the flower girl or hitting things, he’s stealing people instead.

Shang Zhen then understood what the Japanese army was trying to do by coming here to round people up. It turned out they were conscripting young men!

Conscripting men? Shang Zhen quickly began to analyze the pros and cons.

As long as he was drafted into the army, he would be able to escape the Japanese army's pursuit.

Although I didn't know where the Japanese devils would take me to build a gun tower, I could always escape. For example, Fan Tongzuo was captured in Manchuria, but he still managed to escape back. Would the Japanese devils treat me like a young man? That was impossible.

As for the disadvantages, my current body is a little weak, so I must not let the Japanese torture me to death!

Weighing the pros and cons, it's right to abandon your gun. You'd better go and serve as a soldier!

More than half an hour later, nearly a hundred men, escorted by the Japanese and puppet troops, really walked away into the distance.

"What are you looking at?" A puppet soldier suddenly shouted, scaring one of the common people so much that he quickly turned his head back, as if he really couldn't bear to leave his home.

However, none of these strong men, who came from the same village, knew that man.

That person is Shang Zhen.

Why did Shang Zhen look back? He just wanted to see whether the gun he had abandoned in the sweet potato field was discovered by the Japanese army.

Fortunately, although the sweet potato vines were not tall and did not even reach the knees, they grew very densely and the Japanese army did not find anything unusual.

Just one day later, under the scorching sun, these strong men began to work, using pickaxes and shovels to raise a huge cloud of dust at the entrance of a town.

The Japanese army really captured them to build artillery towers.

A tall building rises from the ground. A watchtower is not a tall building but it also needs a foundation.

Digging the foundation means digging trenches and then pouring concrete or paving the way with large stones.

"Snap!" The foreman who was supervising the workers whipped the worker, and a bright red blood mark appeared on the back of a shirtless young man in his twenties.

When the young man turned his head angrily, the foreman raised the whip in his hand again. "Boss, boss, don't bother with a kid!" An old man quickly stood in the middle, and someone next to him pushed the young man aside.

"Young people are ignorant, but they can work hard after all. That one of them is as good as two of us old men. If you beat him up, who will work for you?" The old man continued to persuade the angry foreman.

"Damn it, you bastard, you dare to look at me like that, if you look at me again I'm going to knock the yolks out of you!" the foreman cursed.

The reason why he hit the young man was not because the young man didn't work, but just because he noticed that the young man secretly glared at him.

How could he not reach out? He was the foreman, and there was no such thing as "what are you looking at" or "what's wrong with me looking at you" as the people in the Northeast said. He might not beat the young man to death, but he could certainly give him a few whippings.

"Learn from them. Look at how they do their job. Damn it!" the foreman said again, and the whip in his hand was pointed at a thin man who was shoveling soil out with a shovel.

Yes, the man was very thin, and it seemed that if there was no shovel of soil lying there, he would be blown down by the wind.

If others can be considered strong men, he can only be considered a skinny man. Yes, a skinny man with skinny legs and a single body!

But what if I’m thinner?

But they know how to work, they never talk back, they do whatever the foreman tells them to do, and they don't sit around even if they can't do the work. In other words, they do a good job!

God knows how that man, who had said nothing since he was drafted into the army, whom no one knew and everyone thought must be a mute, could have caught the attention of the foreman.

Just imagine, if there is one person in a group who is particularly capable, will he still be envied? What's more, what kind of group is this? This is forced labor, this is being a slave, this is being treated like a beast of burden under the guns of the Japanese devils!

Regardless of whether a worker was active or not, he received praise from a traitor. How hated he would be! Even though these strong men only glanced at the thin man, they hid their hatred deep in their hearts.

And who is that thin guy? Of course it's Shang Zhen!

If you want to run, you have to seize the opportunity. Shang Zhen is of course waiting for the opportunity.

While waiting for the opportunity, he certainly would not let the foreman whip him or be hit by the butt of a Japanese soldier's rifle.

He had just recovered from a serious injury and he didn't want to get hurt again, so he had to gather his strength and seize the opportunity to escape!

But he really didn't expect that he would be "picked" by the foreman and even became a typical example. Who the hell would be willing to be such a typical example? Such a typical example is really hateful!

Let’s see if there is any chance at night. I have to run away quickly, Shang Zhen thought to himself.

Under the gunpoint of the Japanese and puppet troops, under the intimidation of the foreman, and amid the hard work of the able-bodied men, the day finally passed.

When it was getting dark, hundreds of strong men were taken back to the shed at gunpoint.

How could the Japanese army possibly give the young men anything delicious to eat? Let’s not talk about food, as eating would prevent them from starving to death.

When they had finally finished eating and drinking, and returned to the shed, several of them sighed as they dumped the firewood on the ground: "What a day!"

Yes, on this day, yesterday they were still digging for food in the soil, but today they were caught here and served as soldiers.

It's the same work. Although it's uncertain whether you can get the grain to your home in autumn when the autumn harvest comes, it's still better than working like a horse now, right?

Shang Zhen was the last one to enter the shed. He was dawdling on purpose. If he wanted to escape, he needed to observe the Japanese army's deployment tonight first.

He entered the shed with his head down, wondering if he would have a chance to escape tonight. However, when he just sat down on the firewood on the ground, he was kicked out by someone.

Caught off guard, he was kicked to the ground and rolled over, and his head hit the door frame with a bang.

"There's no place for you to sleep here, you bastard!" When Shang Zhen got up, he heard someone scolding him.

Although the light in the shed was very dim, Shang Zhen still recognized the person who kicked him. It was the young man who was whipped by the foreman during the day.