The heavens start from Changjin Lake

Chapter 282
At that time, the cellar had not yet formed a tunnel scale. It was like a radish and a hole. The Japanese army dug a hole and captured all the people hiding in the hole. There was no escape route. Sometimes the Japanese devils found out. People hiding in the cellar would throw grenades into it, and a single grenade could kill a group of people.

It is also such bloody lessons that allowed the anti-Japanese guerrillas in the Jizhong area to constantly sum up their experience and improve their cellars in the process of fighting the Japanese devils again and again. It develops to three or four cellars connected together, and the cellars in a village are connected to form an underground spider web, interconnected tunnels.

From individual cellars, interconnected tunnels extending in all directions are formed, like cobweb-like tunnels.

Tunnel warfare is an anti-Japanese world, and the Niuwa in front of him is the guerrillas in Gaojiazhuang. In addition to the guerrillas, there is also the Women's Rescue Society.

Xia Yuan took small bites of the dry and hard bread, and two short-haired women walked in outside the door, also wearing dirty coarse linen clothes, their hair was messed up by the wind, and they were holding a bowl of food in their hands. When Niuwa was here, the older woman said, "Niuwa, why are you here? Where are Chuanbao and Uncle Zhong?"

"Sister-in-law Lin Xia, Chuanbao and Uncle Zhong have gone to the old village chief's house. It's not that the Japanese devils have been uneasy recently. They have raided several villages in a row. We need to discuss this matter at the district meeting." Niu Wa stood up and said.

"That's it." Lin Xia nodded, put her rice bowl on the table, and looked at Xia Yuan: "You're awake, how do you feel?"

There was a trace of sickness on Xia Yuan's dark cheeks: "The body still feels a little weak."

Lin Xia glanced at the bread in Xia Yuan's hand, then turned to Niuwa and said, "Niuwa, did you give this to him?"

Niu Wa nodded: "That's right, he was hungry, so I brought him some bread."

Several people were all moved by Xia Yuan's words, they had never heard such simple, yet passionate words.

The Japanese devils are not human, they will not let go of any villagers, no matter if it is a newborn baby, or an old man over half a hundred years old, they burn, kill, loot, and commit all kinds of crimes. This scene really appeared in front of them. What really happened, he didn't simply regard the world he experienced as a copy, and the characters that appeared in the character world were all NPCs.

Lin Xia and the lesbians of the Women's Rescue Association gritted their teeth against the Japanese devils. They had long heard of the brutality of the Japanese devils. Many sisters were violated by the Japanese devils. Those who survived could not bear to be destroyed by the Japanese devils. cast a well.

"I can't survive, God, the Japanese devils are not human. There are only a few left in a village of more than 800 people, and there are only a few left. They are not human. They don't give us a way to survive. They want to drive us all to death."

The old loyal uncle looked at Lin Xia, Lin Xia nodded slowly, and the old loyal uncle said: "That's good! I need to report this matter to the district captain. It just happens that the district team will have a meeting in a few days, and we will discuss this together at that time." The matter was resolved."

People in this era are living under the shadow of the Japanese devils' invasion of China. When they heard about the Japanese devils, they gritted their teeth and hated them to the bone, but they felt powerless. The formed militia can fight against it, not to mention that most of the guerrillas are outdated in weapons and equipment.

Gao Chuanbao looked at Uncle Zhong, who said solemnly, "It's good to join the guerrillas, but you must be prepared to sacrifice at any time, guns don't have eyes."

The refugees fled here, and the villagers of Gaojiazhuang prepared some noodle cakes to eat on the road. The refugees were all unkempt, pulling the villagers of Gaojiazhuang with tears in their eyes.

Xia Yuan raised his head, folded the crumpled papers in his hands and put them in his bosom. Niu Wa smiled and said, "What kind of authentic warfare are you studying again?"

Nearly a thousand people in a village are all gone in less than a day. The folks in the village are all in the same village. Regardless of whether they are related by blood or not, they are basically related to each other. They all died at once. The taste is extremely painful.

While eating in Xia Yuan, Niu Wa began to introduce Xia Yuan’s family background to Lin Xia’s sister-in-law and another lesbian from the Women’s Rescue Society, “His name is Xia Yuan, he is a villager in Xiajia Village. The one that was raided was Xiajia Village. Hundreds of people in a village were killed, and everyone who could be robbed was robbed. The young people in the village were all arrested and made into strong men. , They ate grass to satisfy their hunger, and it is already a miracle that they can survive until now."

Niu Wa patted Xia Yuan on the shoulder, feeling happy for him: "Great, Comrade Xia Yuan can join in, let's fight the little devils together!"

Xia Yuan showed joy on his face, and turned his head to look at the refugees who gradually turned into small black spots in the distance, until they disappeared and could no longer be seen.

On the flat ground outside Gaojiazhuang, I saw a long queue pulled up by the fleeing people from a distance.

Xia Yuan clenched his fists, and his heart became more determined to beat the devils.

He took the rice bowl and began to eat in small bites. The most taboo thing for people who are hungry is overeating. Let the body absorb the nutrients in the meal.

Sister-in-law Lin Xia stood up and said, "Xia Yuan, don't worry, we won't make it easy for the Japanese devils! Just stay in Gaojiazhuang for now, it's very safe here!"

Xia Yuan finished a bowl of batter, ate eggs, and said gratefully, "Thank you, thank you."

Xia Yuan was not afraid at all and said: "If it weren't for the folks in Gaojiazhuang, I would have died once. What are you afraid of? The Japanese devils killed so many of my relatives. Two little devils, even if I die, I will have an explanation after seeing my parents and fellow villagers!"

When he came to the big banyan tree at the entrance of the village and looked into the distance, the refugees turned into a string of small black dots. Chuanbao looked into the distance from the big banyan tree and said cursingly: "According to the news, the Japanese devils launched another raid in the north." , Seven or eight villages were destroyed by the Japanese devils, these are refugees who escaped, the Japanese devils are really not human!"

The backs of the fleeing people became more slumped and lonely. The Japanese devils did not give them a way to survive. They could only leave their homes and find other ways to survive. Gaojiazhuang is also a stage where they cannot protect themselves. The Japanese devils always like to sweep up Zhengliang and lay dead bodies The people are in dire straits, they don't have much food to eat, and what can help them is to grab some from the only surplus food in their hands.

Niu Wa touched his head, Xia Yuan said: "Sister-in-law Lin Xia, it's okay, we're just rough people, we're used to rough rice, we really want to eat good food, but we still can't eat it."

At this time, Gaojiazhuang has not yet formed the concept of tunnels. Even the cellars are single, and the tunnels cannot be dug randomly. It is not an easy task to be able to hide, to hide, to fight and to retreat in the tunnel. All aspects must be considered, especially in the excavation of the tunnel, traps and skills must be present.

Xia Yuan has also experienced many battles and killed many people. Every time he sees such a scene, he still feels sad in his heart and is full of anger towards the wicked.

Xia Yuan lived in Gaojiazhuang, and his body was gradually recovering. His identity was also accepted by the villagers of Gaojiazhuang. The affairs of Xiajiazhuang were well known to them. Time moves continuously, burning, killing and looting everywhere, several villages were bloodbathed by the Japanese army, and there are refugees everywhere who could not bear the oppression of the Japanese army.When the villagers in Gaojiazhuang encountered refugees, they would help whenever they could.

Lin Xia said: "Noodle cakes are too rough, he won't be able to bear it after eating."

Niu Wa raised his gun and hurriedly asked, "What about the guerrillas?"

Gao Chuanbao clenched his fist and punched the tree trunk: "Damn Japanese devils! I will never let them go!"

The life of the people in this era is undoubtedly difficult, especially after seeing the real life of the villagers during this period, Xia Yuan was filled with emotion. Just like the bowl of batter that Aunt Lin Xia gave him back then, for the villagers of Gaojiazhuang , is relatively luxurious food, white flour is especially precious, steamed buns and eggs are reserved for the district captain, and ordinary district captains don't know how to eat them, and they will leave these foods for the wounded.

The fathers and villagers in Gaojiazhuang felt very uncomfortable. It was as if a stone was pressed on their chests, making them unable to breathe.

Chuanbao lowered his head, with a trace of sadness on his face. Niuwa was stunned for a moment, and opened his mouth for a long time. He had already realized something, looking at the group of refugees fleeing, he felt only sadness in his heart.

She said with a reproachful tone: "Yeah."

Seeing that it was so late and Xia Yuan's room was still lit, Gao Chuanbao pushed the door and walked in. Hearing the voice, Xia Yuan raised his head and put down the pen in his hand, "Brother Chuanbao, why are you here?"

Therefore, Xia Yuan prepared for a long time to study the cellar of Gaojiazhuang, trying to get the design drawings out before the Japanese army raided.

Lin Xia handed him the batter in the bowl: "Eat some of this, there are some leftovers here, don't dislike it, you eat this egg to nourish your body."

Xia Yuan said gratefully: "I don't dislike it, I don't dislike it, I am very satisfied if I can have a bite."

With hatred for the Japanese devils in his eyes, Xia Yuan clenched his fists and said, "Brother Chuanbao! I want to join the guerrillas! I want to beat the little devils! I want to avenge my fathers and fellow villagers!"

You can see militiamen with red-tasseled guns patrolling and standing guard everywhere inside and outside the village. This is a team formed spontaneously by the villagers. Gaojiazhuang is in an enemy-occupied area, and the villagers live a hard life. Fighting devils is a standard fight against the sky, against the earth, and against people.

Seeing the angry eyes of the three people, Xia Yuan was filled with emotions, and secretly made up his mind that he must kill more Japanese devils and avenge those souls who died tragically under the swords and guns of Japanese devils!
In this way, Xia Yuan stayed in Chuanbao's house for a while. After two days in Chuanbao's house, Xia Yuan was able to walk on the ground. Chuanbao gave him a towel and asked him to wrap it around his head. If you don’t wear a towel when you go out, your hair will be full of sand when you come back. This kind of thing is the most basic thing for the people in the Jizhong Plain. Wrap your whole body tightly, otherwise a gust of wind and sand will come out. The body is full of wind and sand.

Every era has its sufferings, and the suffering of this era is undoubtedly the heaviest.

Therefore, not all guerrillas are tall and tall. The tunnel warfare in the movie is due to artistic needs. The members of the Eighth Route Army guerrillas are all thick-browed, tall and straight, and very photogenic. The reality is that they wear dirty clothes and are unkempt. , emaciated, everyone's complexion is sallow, and there is a phenomenon of malnutrition.

He raised his head and said appreciatively: "Uncle Loyalty, Brother Niuwa, Brother Chuanbao, Sister-in-law Lin Xia, please let me join the guerrillas! I am not afraid of suffering or sacrifice. When the masses need me, I will stand In front of the masses, kill devils, block bullets, and protect the lives of the masses! When the masses don’t need me, I will go back to the masses and be a part of the masses!”

Lin Xia's sister-in-law and another lesbian from the Women's Rescue Association heard about Xia Yuan's tragic life experience, felt very sympathetic to Xia Yuan, and were filled with anger at the cruelty of the Japanese devils.

Niu Wa found Xia Yuan in the house and said: "Xia Yuan, there are people fleeing again, see if you know anyone."

Their faces were numb and sad. Some old people looked up to the sky and sighed. Crystal tears flowed down the gullies on their faces. A black mark was soon left on the face covered with wind and sand, and the crystal tears became cloudy. .

They have human emotions, joys, sorrows and joys, they are real people, this is the real world, and this is what happened in real.

Except for the time to recuperate in bed, Xia Yuan seldom went out, and only went for a walk in the village when he was almost recuperating.

In the dead of night, an oil lamp lit up the dim room. With the help of the weak light, Xia Yuan continued to ponder over the design of the tunnel. He designed trap tunnels, detour tunnels, side tunnels, and detailed excavation methods. His wisdom is infinite.

Gao Chuanbao put the gun behind him, sat opposite Xia Yuan, and said, "Seeing that the lights in your room haven't been turned off, are you thinking about authenticity again?"

He looked at the paper spread out on the table. There were crooked lines drawn on the paper. He could understand some things, such as the two circles falling together, which looked like a millstone in the yard, and the huge star at the entrance of the village. Gao Chuanbao was amazed, it was really the first time he saw Xia Yuan draw a picture.

Xia Yuan nodded and said happily: "Brother Chuanbao, I have been thinking about this for the past few days. I think that every time the Japanese devils come to raid, we can only hide in the cellar. There is only one opening. There was nowhere to run, so I wondered if we could set up more openings, so that if the Japanese devils found one opening, we would have another opening to divert.”

Under the dim kerosene lamp, Gao Chuanbao raised his head. The kerosene lamp shone on his face, and he felt a little excited.

(End of this chapter)