The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

"Don't talk, otherwise, you'll be dead!" The ghost soldier waved the gun in his hand, threatening loudly.

Although Guizi Juncao's broken Chinese was not standard, the villagers could barely understand it, and they all became quiet.

Liu Liang, the vice president of the Maintenance Association, saw the Devil Army Cao help him calm down the scene, and he bowed his hands to the Devil Army Cao with a smile on his face, expressing his gratitude.

Seeing that the devil soldier Cao didn't intend to continue speaking, Liu Liang straightened his face again and looked down at the quiet villagers.

"Folks, don't be afraid. The imperial army will not harm you. They are here to protect you. They will only fight those guerrillas who don't know the current affairs. As long as you don't associate with the guerrillas and don't resist the imperial army, that is Good people, there is no danger."

Although Liu Liang kept singing the praises of the little devil, to the villagers, no matter how smooth his words were, he couldn't change the vicious image of the little devil in their minds.

Although the villagers didn't believe Liu Liang's words, they all kept silent and waited for his next words.

Seeing that the villagers' emotions had temporarily stabilized, Liu Liang nodded in satisfaction, and then went straight to the point.

"The imperial army came to China to build the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere. They came to help us and want us to live a better life as soon as possible. But now the imperial army is facing a small difficulty, that is, the lack of food. I hope Everyone enthusiastically handed in food to help the imperial army tide over the difficulties, and together we will build the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere..."

"I know about our Xiaowangzhuang. Every household has a lot of good fields and a lot of food. Therefore, our Xiaowangzhuang will donate [-] catties of grain to the imperial army to express our gratitude to the imperial army for helping us."

Before Liu Liang finished speaking, hundreds of villagers in Xiaowang Village immediately exploded, buzzing, and 20 catties of grain, that would be fatal.

There are only 40 households in Xiaowangzhuang, and each family has to pay more than 2000 kilograms of grain to distribute [-] kilograms of grain.

"Liu Baochang, we don't have that much food."

"That's right, we have to pay the food, so we can only drink the northwest wind."

......

For the villagers, it is natural that they have worked so hard to grow crops for a year, and now they have to hand them over to the devils for no reason.

"Liu Baochang, that's a thing of the past. I'm now the vice president of Qinghe Town's Maintenance Committee." Liu Liang corrected the villagers' misreading of his identity, and said triumphantly.

Seeing Liu Liang transformed into the vice-chairman of the maintenance association, the villagers were also stunned for a long while without reacting.

But they quickly realized that Liu Liang belonged to Xiaowangzhuang back then, and now that he is the vice president of the maintenance club, he can naturally talk to the little devil.

"Vice President Liu, can you tell Taijun to accommodate us and let us pay less, we really can't afford that much." The villagers begged one after another.

If each household really handed in more than 2000 catties of grain, it might not be enough to sell them.

Seeing the pleadings of the villagers, Liu Ming's face darkened.

He has just become the vice president, and he is trying to show himself in front of the devils. If he doesn't pay, he will not support his work and ruin his future. He must not be happy.

"There's no need to discuss this matter. If anyone doesn't pay the grain, he's going against the imperial army, and he will be beheaded!" Liu Liang threatened fiercely.

Looking at the crying villagers, Liu Liang said loudly: "I don't care what you think of, but within five days, you must collect the grain for me and send it to the grain drying field. If you wait for my family to harvest If you don’t, hum, then you will be at your own peril!”

Faced with Liu Liang's threats, these villagers who were already short of food and clothing suddenly felt that the sky was about to fall. No matter what pleadings they made, Liu Liang and the others just turned a deaf ear to them and ignored the local friendship at all.

"Take care of all the exits of Zhuangzi. If anyone dares to escape, capture and shoot one!" Liu Liang ordered the puppet squad leader.

"Yes!"

The squad leader of the puppet army waved his hand, and a squad of puppet soldiers took guns to block the way out of Zhuangzi, cutting off the villagers' hope of fleeing.

"Taijun, this way please."

Liu Liang didn't care about the crying villagers anymore, and invited the devils to rest at his home, wanting to take the opportunity to curry favor with the little devils.

Although all the valuables in Liu Liang's house were swept away by Yang Ling and the others, the house was still there, and he had already sent his family back to clean it up. During the few days of harvesting grain, it was considered another place to stay.

Text 7Chapter 17 Evil deeds

The grain requisition team sent by the devils tossed the villages to the ground. Faced with the heavy task of paying grain, every household was frowning.

The common people have worked hard all their lives to plan food in the fields. Food is their lifeblood. When they have food, they feel at ease, at least they will not go hungry.

But now the devil wants them to hand over their food, they are ten thousand unwilling in their hearts, but facing the devil's glaring bayonet, they have to hand it over.

Thinking of handing over the grain that I have worked so hard to grow to the devils, the hearts of the people are full of grievances.

But they are unarmed ordinary people, what can they do if they don't pay food, the Chinese army has retreated to the Xinnan area, and the guerrillas are nowhere to be found, even the local big families have defected to the Japanese, they are now helpless, There is no way out.

"Master, if we pay the food, what will we eat in the future..."

In the impoverished villager's house, Mrs. Zhang couldn't help wiping her tears when she saw the man squatting there who kept moaning and moaning.

"Oh, but if we don't hand over, that Liu Liang will definitely not let us go, maybe we won't be able to save our lives." Thinking of Liu Liang's cruel, skinny man, he couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.

"How about we run away and go to Anhui to seek refuge with relatives."

"I heard that there is also a war over there. The dead are piled up in mountains. Didn't we send them to our deaths in the past?" The man said with a sad face: "Besides, those two dogs have blocked the way out of Zhuangzi, so we can't get out." go."

"Then what should we do, we will starve to death without food, how can we survive this winter..." Mrs. Zhang said weeping.

"Let's hand over the food first. I know how to fish. You can go find some wild vegetables when the time comes. Let's make do with it. If it doesn't work, we can go to the guy surnamed Liu and bring back some food on credit."

Thinking that they will have no food to eat in the next period of time, they feel very aggrieved.

"It would be nice if the guerrillas came back, then we would have food to eat..."

Mrs. Zhang suddenly misses the time when the guerrillas gave them food.

"Stop talking about it, this matter must be rotten in your stomach. If that surname Liu knows that the guerrillas distributed his food to us, then we will suffer." The man hastily stopped the woman.

"Crack! Crack!"

While they were hiding in the room talking, suddenly two clear gunshots came from outside Zhuangzi, making them raise their heads involuntarily.

"Stay here and don't move, I'll go and have a look." The man said and walked towards the door cautiously.

Sister-in-law Zhang hurriedly said in a worried voice: "The head of the house, don't go out."

"I know." The man said as he walked into the yard and looked out through the crack of the door.

Soon, a few puppet soldiers were seen dragging two bloody villagers past the gate outside the village, and a long bloody band was dragged out on the dirt.

And when the man saw the faces of the two dragged people, he was also shocked, and hurriedly turned back to the house.

"Master, what's the matter?" Sister-in-law Zhang asked with concern when she saw the pale man.

"The couple from the Zhou family next door were beaten to death, what a crime..."

Soon, there were puppet soldiers beating gongs and drums outside and shouting: "Everyone go to the grain drying field, all go! Vice President Liu has something to say!"

As the puppet army beat the gong and yelled, soon the people from all households tremblingly walked towards the grain drying field, where the puppet army and devils had been waiting for a long time.