The country is broken

In a drowsy state, Li Wei felt as if his chest was being pressed by a huge rock, and his breathing would be blocked again, which was extremely uncomfortable. He desperately wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids seemed to be glued, unable to open them. , Li Wei's sanity became more and more concentrated as he became anxious, and the desire to open his eyes became more and more vigorous. Slowly, he could feel his eyeballs could turn, and with a sudden effort, suddenly appeared in his sight light.

A large strand of black filaments with weak luster appeared in front of his eyes, and after a while, his vision became clear. It was a neat and healthy black hair, exuding a faint fragrance.

Li Wei shook his body, and the person on top of him reacted immediately, and immediately left his body, sat beside him, staring at him with surprise on his face, with faint tears in his eyes.

"Xin Yu!~" Li Wei managed to make a sound, and when he regained his sanity, he felt that his body was so weak at the moment, even a three-year-old child could knock him down.

"Weizi! You're awake!" Lin Xinyu threw herself on Li Wei again with crying sounds, causing Li Wei to roll his eyes. It really echoed an old saying that the most difficult thing to bear is a beauty's favor. [

"Xiao Yu, you, you, I'm about to be crushed to death by you!" Li Wei could only breathe out, and he remembered that this was the second time. Dying pain.

"Ah!~" Lin Xinyu immediately sat up straight, her little face turned red.

Bang! ~

The door of the room was knocked open, "Boss! We took down a Japanese enemy plane just now. Boss, are you all right here?" Fan Guowen rushed in with a light machine gun and a few soldiers. Suddenly seeing Lin Xinyu's strange behavior, Fan Guowen was stunned, and immediately turned around and drove out the soldiers around him. He smiled awkwardly, bowed his head and said: "Hey, you go on, go on!~" He said and opened the door by the way. Take it and back out.

"Really! This group of people is really..." Lin Xinyu couldn't sit still anymore, her little face was flushed, and she was indescribably shy, she turned around covering her face, opened the door and ran away.

"What's going on outside!? Damn it, have the devils come here again?" Li Wei heard the commotion outside, and listened to the movement outside. He guessed that the district team must have suffered a loss and wanted to go out to see what happened, but he was exhausted. Leng was suffocating, a collapsed martial arts master was not as good as a dog.

After recuperating for a week, Li Wei was able to get out of bed and move around slowly. When he heard the post-war summary of the Japanese air strikes on the 12th District Team that killed more than [-] soldiers and civilians in Shijing Village and injured more than [-] people, Li Wei couldn't wait. Immediately took people to level the Japanese military airport.

The base area was attacked by air, and a few remnants of Yiguandao revived again. Rumors were spread everywhere that the 12th District team angered the gods, and the gods asked the Japanese to punish the Eighth Route Army. The propaganda team in the third row immediately responded.If the Japanese devils are the so-called thugs of the gods.Then this god must belong to Japan, Yiguandao is basically a scourge of betraying the country, according to Li Wei's performance in the surprise attack on the Yiguandao Seven Star Altar.In the fight against those remnants, the 12th district team also brought out a shocking news. Li Wei is the heir of the authentic Taoist sect.

With the popularization of cultural evening classes, the people whose ideology has improved obviously are no longer as easy to fool as before. The people are all full of rumors, and the rumors will be self-defeating within two or three days, but they will be corrected again. A few remnants of Yiguandao.A few were killed after the public trial, and the rest of the Yiguandao members were so frightened that they were silent and did not dare to make any rash moves. A chicken farm.

As the saying goes, guns are easy to hide, but hidden arrows are hard to guard against. Wang Bao is really afraid of those enemies hiding in the dark. No matter how many Li Weis in the district team, they can't afford this kind of inhumane sneak attack. In order to protect This precious health team will no longer let the health team encounter any danger.The district team organized manpower to specially build a new house, directly established a designated hospital, and the district team's armed forces directly guarded it. After some construction, the scale of Shijing Village no longer seemed like a village, and it faintly had the structure of a small town. It is no longer limited to the old industry of agricultural planting. Various industries such as arsenal, blacksmith shop, health team, and non-staple food industry have taken root in Shijing Village.

"Squadron Captain Ono, you'd better not expose your head too much outside the stronghold." A Japanese soldier said nervously to his new boss, huddled inside the wall, his eyes looking outside the stronghold from time to time.

Recently, the Eighth Route Army has had frequent activities and sniping shots. The former captain of this small stronghold near the road leading to Baoding County accidentally exposed his body too much. He was shot half-pull off his head by the sniping shot, and showed his loyalty to the emperor. .

"It's better to let the eight roads be shot!" Squadron leader Xiaoye Erxiong spat in disdain, and lowered his head slightly. Since he was assigned to this stronghold, he has never been in a good mood.

The Japanese soldier said with a smile on his face: "Squadron Captain Ono, how can you say that, you have a great future, wouldn't it be a pity if you sacrificed your life for the country in vain?!"

Since mid-April, the local security forces of the Japanese army in central China once again assembled to sweep the roads and railways to the countryside, wiped out the anti-Japanese armed forces, and maintained local law and order. The Japanese army swept past, and at night the anti-Japanese armed forces reappeared lingeringly, targeting the weak points of the Japanese army's defense line, disturbing the Japanese army's life all day long.

"Hmph! I used to stay well in Manchuria, you think I am willing to come to this ghost place!" The squadron leader Ono Erxiong said angrily, thinking that he was a second lieutenant of the regular elite Kwantung Army, just because he came from a poor background and couldn't see it. I was used to the sycophants of some colleagues and was squeezed out. The superior made an excuse casually and was transferred to this small stronghold that was neither the front nor the rear to guard the road line. On the surface, it seemed to be promoted, but in fact He was relegated to a local third-rate mixed-brand brigade to maintain local law and order, and his treatment was completely different from before.

The Japanese soldier realized that he had flattered the horse's leg, and immediately confessed with a smile: "This~this..." This new officer came from the Kwantung Army, but he came from a regular elite. Even if he was placed here, he is still a superior officer.

In the central Jizhong area where various forces are intricately intertwined with the Eighth Route Army guerrillas and other anti-Japanese armed forces, civilians may tear off their disguise at any time and transform into guerrilla armed forces. It is difficult to distinguish between ordinary people and anti-Japanese elements. Danger and hatred, they have to be on guard all day long. Many veterans are either forced to be crazy, irritable and bloodthirsty, or they seem to lose their souls all day long. Even a handful of ashes can't return to my hometown in Japan. This is not a battlefield, but it is more dangerous than a battlefield. Squadron Captain Futo Ono sighed heavily. Military achievements are hard to come by here. Basically, his military journey is hopeless in this life. Returned to the main battle division from these miscellaneous troops.

It has become a habit for Ono Erxiong to spend a few hours with the soldiers on guard every night. After all, being careful can always increase the chance of saving his life. Only with a life can he be promoted and leave this miserable place. [

"Forget it, I can't tell you clearly, keep your eyes open, and don't let the guerrillas come in!" Squadron Captain Ono Erxiong shook his head, as if he wanted to get rid of his depression. Now he can only accept his fate, the old man To be honest, if you do your best in this law and order troop, maybe you can be promoted back to the main battle division in the future, and you can really earn military merits on the battlefield and shine on your family.

As soon as Squadron Captain Ono Erxiong finished speaking, the soldiers on the surrounding guard posts exclaimed: "Huh? ~What sound?~"

There seems to be a euphemistic female voice in the distant wind.

"The sound is really nice!" Almost everyone in the stronghold who heard the sound thought so.

"Who doesn't sleep at night, so excited!" The face of the squadron leader Erxiong Xiaoye changed, and he exchanged glances with the soldiers standing guard next to him, and both of them saw the surprise on the other's face: "It seems to be a Japanese song! It's so beautiful I don't know whose female relatives are passing by and singing!"

This is a Japanese folk nostalgic ditty. The singing seems to be slowly coming towards the stronghold. The people in the stronghold can hear it more and more clearly. Every lyric has clearly penetrated into the ears of the Japanese soldiers.

Slowly, soft sobbing came from several sentry posts in the stronghold. Obviously, being able to hear the original local tunes in this foreign country immediately aroused the soldiers' homesickness. The low thatched huts , thousand paper cranes, and the bells of the temple all seem to be vivid in my ears and eyes, as if it was yesterday.

"Mom..." "Brother..."

From time to time, murmuring voices calling for their loved ones sounded in the stronghold, and even Erxiong Ono's eyes began to glisten with tears. In the dark night of this precarious war era, the soldiers felt especially lonely and helped. The thought came to the relatives far away in my hometown, longing for the comfort of family affection.

Suddenly Ono Erxiong slammed his fists against the wall, opened his eyes wide, and shouted loudly: "Don't cry, we are soldiers, we are men, don't cry, here is the road line, outside is the Eighth Route Army guerrilla Team, it is impossible to have our Japanese women."

After all, it was an officer from the Kwantung Army, and he immediately noticed something was wrong. It was pitch black outside, and the Chinese civilians were full of hatred for the Japanese. Which Japanese would dare to sing loudly in the wild when they were tired of living, so as not to be beaten with a sap? It is strange that Chinese land is used as fertilizer.

After the squadron leader Ono Erxiong yelled, the stronghold fell silent for a moment, and suddenly swept the machine guns outside, but the singing outside remained uninterrupted, as if they were not disturbed. the beat.