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

Wei Qing replied: "The devils have set up guard positions in all directions, and the firepower points have been found out, but a large number of young men are repairing trenches for the devils outside the city, and some young men from nearby villages have been sent to the city one after another. , once we fight, we will inevitably accidentally injure these young men."

The devils and General Ma Yuren's first guerrilla unit fought bloody battles in Gaoyou. Several villages near Gaoyou were in ruins, and most of the devils' fortifications and trenches were destroyed.

When General Ma Yuren's offensive was the most violent, they once attacked an area less than 200 meters away from the city wall.

But after all, there was no air cover, and the devil's firepower was so fierce that they failed in the end. Instead, they were defeated by the devil and the puppet army.

Now when the devils hide in the city to rest and lick their wounds, they don't forget to recruit a large number of Chinese people to help them repair the fortifications and dark forts that were destroyed in the battle.

And if Yang Ling and the others come a few days later, these bombed-out fortifications will be repaired again, and then there will be another obstacle in front of them.

But now, although the fortifications of the devils have not been repaired, the people who repaired the fortifications have become troublesome. Once they fight, the bullets will not have long eyes, and the casualties will be heavy.

Yang Ling's brows frowned into a "Sichuan" word. They were here to beat the little devils. If they caused a lot of casualties to the common people, it was not their original intention, so they had to find a way to solve it.

The officers surrounded by a group also became frowning. The existence of the people outside the city seemed to put a curse on them, preventing them from letting go of their hands and feet, which really made people worry.

Chapter 897 Oppression and resistance

Dusk was approaching, under the iron-grey sky, there was a gloomy and dilapidated place, and the cold wind whirled and whirled from under Gaoyou City, rolling up smoke, dust and dead leaves like butterflies, slapping the thin bodies of young and strong people from time to time.

The brutal battle turned the forts and trenches built by the devils outside the city into ruins, and dark red blood stains wrapped in shrapnel can be seen everywhere.

The little devil has not recovered from the fierce battle and needs to rest and recover. The puppet army has sent out to hunt down the scattered guerrilla officers and soldiers, so the hard work of repairing the fortifications and trenches falls on the peasants.

There are strict regulations in the devil's infantry drill code, so they are also very rigid, almost wherever they go, their fortifications will be repaired wherever they go.

In the past, their engineering troops repaired it themselves, but now their strength is stretched, so they can only recruit Chinese people to repair it for them.

Faced with the devil's bayonet and the intimidation and threats of the maintenance committee, the poor people in China naturally dare not refuse. They can only leave their warm homes and go to the cold wind-ravaged wilderness to build trenches for the devil.

These recruited people knew that they were helping the devils to build trenches and fight against their own troops, which would cause serious casualties to their own troops.

But there are devils to supervise them, and if they are a little negligent, they will be hit by the gun butts and punched and kicked. They have to bite the bullet and let the devils repair them, but they have scolded the devils countless times in their hearts.

Although the battlefield has been cleaned up, when cleaning up the bombed and collapsed trenches, some corpses buried underneath will still be found.

Many of the corpses belonged to guerrilla officers and soldiers, and most of them were bombed to pieces. The civilians quietly hid the bombed arms and legs behind the devil's back, and found a place to bury them at night. This was the only thing they could do. up.

The devil soldiers with bayonets were vicious and arrogant. Although there were only two squads of more than 20 devil soldiers scattered in scattered distribution, they had guns.

Although there were hundreds of civilian husbands recruited from nearby, they were still afraid of the devils with guns because they were unarmed.

The skinny young and strong were short of food and clothing for a long time, which led to malnutrition. The devils asked them to work, but only gave them two meals of gruel. After a day of work, they were already hungry.

Seeing that it was getting dark, the speed of the young and strong was getting slower and slower because of exhaustion and hunger. Their eyes glanced at the temporary camp in the distance from time to time.

On the edge of the shack over there, gruel was being boiled in a steaming cauldron, which was the supper for the young and strong. They smelled the wafting fragrance, making them even hungrier.

"You guys, work quickly!"

The little devil also wanted to finish work early and go back to the city to rest. He kept kicking, beating, scolding these young men who were staggering in the cold wind, urging them to work faster, and they were getting impatient.

From time to time, young and strong people who moved a little slower were hit by the butt of the little devil's gun, and their heads were covered with blood. Facing the devil's ferocious eyes, they dared not speak out.

"Bagaya Road!"

A short and strong little devil with a little black hair under his nose saw a thin and strong young man who was slow, so he charged forward with the butt of his gun.

The heavy butt of the gun hit his back, and the young man was knocked to the ground with a cry of pain, and the dirt on his shoulders also rolled over and spilled out.

The devil cursed fiercely, and kicked down a few times, making the young man roll and howl continuously.

"Working lazily, you will be punished!"

The devil spoke cold and dry Chinese, kicking the thin young man till he vomited blood.

The devil didn't want to be frozen in the foreign office where the cold wind was howling. If he wanted to scare the chickens and monkeys, he would frighten the rest of the young and strong to speed up.

The little devils around also noticed the situation here, but they only glanced at it before turning their eyes away, because they were already used to it.

Because they know that even though there are hundreds of these young men, and they only have more than 20 people, these docile and sheep-like young men still pose no threat to them.

Anyone who wanted to resist them had already joined the guerrillas or was caught and killed by them during the raids, and those who remained were the so-called good people.

In the eyes of the little devils, these so-called good people are natural softies and cowards. They look down on them, so they can bully them unscrupulously.

In fact, it is true. They plundered the money of these good people, bullied and beat them at will, and teased them. They seemed to have no other choice but to make fun of them.

The permeation of Chinese traditional culture for thousands of years has allowed most Chinese people to inherit and carry forward the tradition of kindness and simplicity. Their ancestors have taught them that peace is the most important thing and that they should be kind to others.

So even if they encounter the little devil's bayonet now, they still feel that as long as they are kind and don't provoke the little devil, the little devil will never trouble them.

Even if the little devils rob them of their finances and bully them, they will immediately reflect on whether they have done something wrong, or shift the responsibility to the soldiers. If the soldiers resist, the little devils will not will bully them.

For these Chinese people who live at the bottom with no culture and no national concept, basic necessities of life have almost become their entire life, and they work hard all their lives just to survive.

As for whether the flag of the sun or the blue sky and white sun is planted on the top of the city, it doesn't make much difference to them, but the food turned in has changed to another object, and they can still continue to live.

This is also the reason why the little devils can easily occupy a vast area with a small number of troops, because most people will not resist unless the bayonet is placed on their necks.

The devil's kicking and beating continued, and the wailing continued. The short and sturdy little devil's face was full of excitement, watching the thin Chinese roll and beg for mercy at his feet, he seemed to have found a fun toy Same.

And those dozens of Chinese standing a few meters away only showed expressions of pity and regret, but they dared not step forward to stop them.

Of course, there were some people who creaked their fists, but when they saw the rifle and bayonet in the devil's hand, they released them angrily, and could only turn their heads away.

"I was wrong...I was wrong, stop hitting."

The young man, covered in mud and bleeding from the corner of his mouth, kept begging for mercy and wailing, but this made the little devil even more pervertedly excited.

"Taijun, Taijun, stop beating, you will die if you hit again..." Finally someone couldn't stand it anymore, and pleaded weakly.

"You work quickly, otherwise, you will die!"

The devil turned his head and stared fiercely, and the onlookers were too frightened to scatter, afraid to speak.

Just as the wailing of the young and strong man who was kicked and beaten by the devils became weaker and weaker, and the young and strong around him kept shaking their heads in regret, someone rushed along the trench from a distance.

"San'er! Saner!"

The person who came was the young and strong elder brother who had been beaten. After getting the news that his younger brother had been beaten, he hurriedly dropped the work in his hand and rushed over in a hurry.

When he saw that his younger brother was already lying in the trench dying, vomiting blood, and still being beaten by devils, his eyes immediately turned red.

"Little devil, I honor your ancestor!"

Although the visitor was also skinny, he was dazed with anger at this moment, and rushed towards the devil with a curse.