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

"Ajie, I really can't walk anymore." A pregnant woman with a big belly walked so far, and now she has no strength.

Seeing his wife's tired face, the skinny Tang Jie was full of guilt. She married him and didn't enjoy a day of happiness, but instead followed him.

"Then let's go to the side of the road to rest for a while. I'll see if we can find a bullock cart."

Tang Jie, who was sympathetic to his wife, had to squeeze out of the crowd, took Axiu and sat down in the lee, and was going to find a bullock cart to take her away, otherwise at this speed, he would not be able to reach Jieshou Town at dawn.

"Ajie, I'm scared." Seeing that Tang Jie was about to go out to find a bullock cart, the pregnant Axiu's face was full of worry.

After all, in these turbulent years, once many people were lost among the crowd, many people would never see each other again for the rest of their lives.

"It's okay, just stay here and don't move around, I'll be back in a while." Tang Jie forced a smile, and stuffed the package into Axiu's hand: "I'll go back as soon as I go."

"I'll wait for you to come back."

Axiu looked at the road that was crowded with people, her heart suddenly felt empty, she tightly clutched the package in her hand, maybe because of walking too much, her stomach hurt a little.

In the dark night, the crowd with torches moved forward exhaustedly. Many people couldn't walk anymore, so they lit a fire by the side of the road, preparing to warm their bodies before leaving.

Tang Jie wanted to find an ox cart with all his heart, but after searching for a long time, all the ox carts and carriages were full of people or packages, and no one was willing to make room for people to ride.

Facing the lifeless and flustered fleeing crowd, Tang Jie felt extremely frustrated. Because he was worried about Axiu, he had to turn around and return.

But after walking not far, suddenly the slow-moving crowd in front of them stopped, and a group of people with torches blocked the way. This group of people still held a flag high in their hands-"Jie Shou Anti-Japanese War Guerrilla Detachment!"

"Fathers and folks, I am Zhang Baozi, the leader of the Jieshou Anti-Japanese War Guerrilla Detachment. The little devil has already hit Gaoyou. As the leader of the Jieshou Guerrilla Detachment, I must protect the safety of one side and keep the enemy outside of Jieshou, but However, there is not enough ammunition and insufficient military pay, so all patriotic folks, if you have money, you can contribute money, if you don’t have money, you can contribute, we will unite as one to defend against foreign enemies..."

The flesh-faced "Jie Shou Guerrilla Detachment Leader" Zhang Baozi spoke a long series of nonsense politely, and then waved his hands to the back, and several people with guns on their backs walked to the crowd with a few sacks.

"Fathers and folks, if you have money, give money, and if someone gives people, let's fight against Japan together! Drive the devils out of China as soon as possible!" These people with sacks shouted slogans, and asked the fleeing people to pay.

"Yes, hurry up, everyone. You are donating money to fight against Japan, and you are accumulating merit!" Seeing that the common people dodged hesitantly, and had no intention of handing over the money, those responsible for collecting the money urged anxiously.

"I...I have no money..." A middle-aged man timidly refused when he saw the person walking up to him carrying a sack.

"No money, I don't believe it!" The money collector pulled the package on the man's body, and tore it apart in two strokes.

Soon, under the light of the fire, a few French coins and a few shining oceans fell to the ground inside the wrapped clothes.

"No money, what is this? If you don't donate money to fight against Japan, don't you still want to help the enemy! Confiscate everything!"

The money collector yelled viciously, and picked up all the French currency and oceans and stuffed them into the sack with swift hands and feet.

"Boss, boss, don't..." The middle-aged man became impatient when he saw that all his savings had been taken away, and hurriedly tugged at the sleeve of the money collector.

"Believe it or not, I will kill you as a traitor!" The money collector suddenly took out a pistol, and pressed the cold muzzle against the man's chest, threatening viciously.

Although the middle-aged man was unwilling, he had no choice but to let go of the black gun, and watched these people take away all his money.

"Everyone, be active. Everyone has a responsibility to fight against Japan. Don't be ignorant of toasting and not eating fine wine. Hurry up and take out your money!"

Faced with these coercions and temptations, the belongings of the unarmed people were quickly looted, and Zhang Baozi stood there with a smile on his face.

"Where's yours?!" Soon, the person who collected the money walked up to Tang Jie.

"I don't have any money, and what kind of guerrillas are you?

"We are a newly established guerrilla team, directly under the command of Commander Yu in the Sulu theater, little brother, I think you are strong and strong, you have no money, right? Then join the army and fight devils with us." Standing there, Tang Jie had a sneer on the mouth of the money collector.

The man waved his hand to the back, and two men with guns strode over, trying to restrain Tang Jie, their faces full of teasing expressions.

"I'm not a soldier..." Tang Jie realized the danger and wanted to back away.

"You'd better follow us obediently, or you will know the consequences!" The money collector pointed his gun at Tang Jie and threatened loudly.

Before Tang Jie could react, he was held back by two rushing people, one on the left and one on the right, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get away.

"Let me go! Let me go!" Tang Jie was struggling, but none of the people around him dared to help.

Because this group of people is not only under the banner of the Anti-Japanese Guerrilla, but also has guns, who has nothing to fight against them.

Soon Tang Jie was dragged into a dark woods beside the road. There were screams of beatings coming from inside, and the people who heard it panicked.

And this so-called Jieshou Anti-Japanese Guerrilla Detachment also set up checkpoints on the road. All the people going north must pay money to pass. If they have no money, they will not be able to pass.

Just as Zhang Baozi, under the banner of the Jieshou Anti-Japanese Guerrilla Detachment, took advantage of the chaos to set up checkpoints on the road to collect money, about five miles behind them, the same group was doing the same thing.

It's just that this group of people is fighting the Sulu Patriotic Corps, and the leader is a man like a tower, who lives up to his name, Liu Heitan.

But their luck was not so good, and the card had been set for a long time, but how much money was confiscated.

"Boss, boss, I found out clearly, Gou Ri's Zhang Baozi set up a card in front of us to collect money, and he took all the money away!" Soon, someone came flying from a distance, heading towards Liu Heitan report.

"Damn it, I just said that they are all a bunch of poor guys. Dare to love Zhang Baozi and dare to cut him off!" Liu Heitan was furious, and shouted: "Brothers, copy guys, I want to see how many catties Zhang Baozi has!" How dare you compete with us for business!

Text Chapter 961 Black Eat Black

The night was like black ink, and the cold wind was like a knife. The road from Gaoyou to Baoying was crowded with people who went north to escape the war, and the scattered torches stretched into a long dragon.

Along the way, more than a dozen "guerrillas" and "anti-Japanese troops" under various banners set up checkpoints to conduct so-called patriotic fundraising, which made the people crowded on the road even slower.

In these turbulent years, various local armed forces and forces have bought guns and ammunition one after another, and they have sprung up like mushrooms after a spring rain.

Many of them have backgrounds. Behind them are the Military Commission, the Central Party Headquarters, the provincial government, and senior officials, but most of them are the self-defense armed forces of the local powerful gentry.

These armed forces don't have any background, and their strength is not strong. At most, there are dozens or hundreds of people. Although they are holding the banner of resisting Japan, they are really filling their own pockets and making money for the country.

At this moment, the people tens of miles around Gaoyou are retreating northward, and the armed forces in many places along the way are keenly aware of the opportunity to make a fortune, so they set up checkpoints one after another, and they must pay money to pass.

Of course, they didn't dare to rob too blatantly, but carried it out in the name of anti-Japanese donations. They had guns in their hands and were vicious. The people had to leave money to buy roads in order to survive.

In many parts of China, the anti-Japanese war situation has deteriorated, and many troops have not received the support of the people. In fact, a big reason is the scourge of these rat feces.

They didn't want to fight against Japan, but collected money under the banner of fighting against Japan, which caused people's resentment to boil.

Many troops fought bloody battles with the devils on the front line, but behind them, these local armed forces continued to discredit them.

As a result, in many cases, the wounded soldiers who retreated from the front line not only did not receive help from the people along the way, but were even insulted and ridiculed, which broke the hearts of many officers and soldiers who really resisted the war.

But the national conditions are like this. The central government in Chongqing already has weak control over the local area. Now that the war is raging, it is even more difficult to control the local area.

Sometimes in order to unite local armed forces and win them to resist Japan, we can only turn a blind eye to their wanton actions, which makes many local armed forces even more unscrupulous.

"Everyone is here to raise donations for the anti-Japanese war. If you pay an extra dollar, we can buy an extra bullet to fight the devils, defend our home and country, everyone is responsible..."

Zhang Baozi's men were standing on the dirt slope beside the road, holding tin horns in their hands, and they were constantly lobbying the people coming from the road.

Seeing these ferocious "guerrillas" who didn't look like the kind anti-Japanese soldiers at first glance, many people became suspicious, but they dared not speak out in front of the other's fierce eyes and the rifles in their hands.