Anti-Japanese War Korean Crazy

"Bullshit, now who is not afraid of death, especially the soldiers who are most afraid of death, are there not enough rout soldiers in the ruined temple? They all look a little like soldiers. Not long ago, two rout soldiers wanted to steal something from my house , was beaten back by me with a shoulder pole.

These soldiers, when they are in this position, are really shameless. "

The crowd gathered at the largest place at the entrance of the village to argue, quarrel, and complain. The uneducated elders sweared roughly, while the educated ones said some swear words without dirty words.

Shi Fangyu was caught in the middle of the crowd and opened her mouth as well, but she didn't scold, she wanted to refute, but she knew that in this situation, whoever dared to say a good word for the Eighth Route Army would immediately become the target of public criticism.

Everyone scolded for a long time, scolded too much, and got tired of scolding. Gradually, the noise became quieter.

A somewhat old, but still resounding, majestic voice sounded from the crowd, "Everyone, be quiet for a while, be quiet for a while, don't be impatient, and listen to the old man say a few words."

When this person opened his mouth, he looked like an old master, and he was dressed like an old pedant, carrying a pair of black-rimmed glasses. He looked about sixty years old, but unlike the surrounding villagers, his complexion was ruddy and shiny. At first glance, he is a generation who has always lived a prosperous life.

The sound was not too loud, but the surrounding villagers immediately became quiet when they heard this sentence, so the quiet spreading around was like a tide, sweeping away to a farther place, and soon, the huge rice field , Thousands of villagers who came from several villages suddenly fell silent.

Mr. Dong is a great man. It is said that his ancestors should have some relationship with the great Confucian Dong Zhongshu, perhaps a descendant, or perhaps a side branch. In short, being able to have a relationship with such a big man, the villagers think that Mr. Dong is really a great person, although A large part of the villagers still don't know who Dong Zhongshu is.

Why shake your head with a book, and lose your name and history.

But after all, there is the most important point. Mr. Dong is rich. In this South Village alone, he has five or six mansions.

Not only that, but the key point is that Mr. Dong is not only rich, but also kind. , Mr. Dong can always give charcoal in a timely manner, which makes people extremely grateful.

Therefore, none of the villagers in Nancun disrespected Master Dong. This is why Nancun has no village chief, but the order is still in order.

Mr. Dong is a man of great knowledge and a Confucian family. As long as Nancun is guarded by him, there will be no humiliating or immoral things, at least on the surface.

Even under the influence of his personal prestige, the whole Nancun village is completely different from the other villages.

At this moment, Master Dong suddenly spoke, and everyone listened quietly.

Master Dong shouted, "Blind daters, don't panic, good fortune and misfortune are coming, how can we avoid them, our Nancun's disaster is coming, but we can't mess up, Nancun is our root, our home, everything about us is ours. it's here.

We have come through these decades, and we have never seen any strong winds and waves, and we must not make us panic today.

Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of a country. We are not soldiers lying drunk on the battlefield, we have lost the bones of our countrymen.

The invaders are coming, burning, killing and looting all the way, but after hearing the news, how many compatriots have been slaughtered, the great mountains and rivers have been trampled by foreign races, the old man can't wait to eat their flesh and sleep their skins.

This time, the Japanese army came out and besieged our Nancun group. The chance of survival is gone, but we will die standing up, and we will never die on our knees. I, Nancun people have backbone, and we will let everyone in this world die. Compatriots, open your eyes and take a good look, this is the backbone that I Chinese should have, Ah Quan! "

The butler quickly got out of the crowd, bent over and ran to Master Dong, "Master."

"Is everything ready?"

"It's all ready, sir."

"Then give everyone points."

Barrels of kerosene, candles, burning torches, and firecrackers piled up into a hill in the middle of the empty rice field.

Master Dong shouted: "Folks of Nancun, the devil is coming. We can't live, and we will never live. Nancun is our home and our only root. We are willing to live and die with Nancun. It is a fire that will kill us." The roots are burned, and the Japanese invaders will never be allowed to trample on them.

Give me the torch if you have the backbone. "

On this day, under the appeal of Master Dong, thousands of villagers in Nancun showed unprecedented cohesion.

This is the power of the masses. Sometimes a person is afraid of death, but if a group of people are willing to die with you, death will not seem so terrible.

Some Nancun people held torches, some held lit candles, and some held firecrackers in their hands, talking, laughing and playing together, as if the coming disaster did not exist.

At this time, no one complained about the Eighth Route Army anymore.

No one insulted those soldiers anymore.

The people in Nancun seem to have understood a truth under Master Dong's call. When you are born in a war-torn era, what you have the right to choose is how you die, and what you have the least right to choose is how to live.

"Excellent! No one has died in life since ancient times. Keep the loyal heart to reflect the history. Today, thousands of us go to Huangquan together. We would rather die than be destroyed. We swear not to bow our heads to the invaders, so as to show the national integrity and the righteousness of the nation!

Long live the Chinese nation, long live benevolence and righteousness!

Somebody light the fire! "

boom

There was shelling from not far away, the roiling heat wave seemed to be venting, gunshots began to appear from all directions, and all the noise in the rice field that had been noisy again stopped abruptly again

Every day at [-] o'clock, there is no one who is moved and supports strongly!

557 Transfer

The expressions hanging on the faces of the villagers in Nancun Village were neither panic nor lost. Most of them were numb. They just held up the torches, candles, and firecrackers. As long as they saw a devil rushing to the entrance of the village, they would immediately throw a big fire and burn them to death. The entire South Village was set ablaze.

Fear?Of course there will be, but this is where the people of Nancun are numb even though they have backbone.

People in Nancun always hear from all directions how cruel the devils are. They can brutally kill the old and the weak, and pick babies on the point of bayonets. In short, the various crimes committed by the invaders are heinous and too numerous to describe.

But after all, I haven't seen it.

Until the gunshot approached, the people of Nancun could even vaguely hear the babbling of the devil.

After all, the fear spread. The torch someone was holding fell to the ground because of trembling hands, and he quickly picked it up again.

Some timid ones who were originally standing at the front of the line quickly shrank back.

"It's all the Eighth Route Army's fault."

I don't know who in the crowd brought up this topic that was almost forgotten by everyone. Suddenly, the complaints and discussions quickly spread like a plague.

"They are disaster stars, bringing disaster to us."

"We shouldn't have just watched them enter the village."

"I don't know where they are now. They should have seen the devils and ran away immediately!"

Just as he was talking, the captain of the civil defense team returned with joy on his face, "Folks, go, all go."

"Everything is gone?"

"The devils are all gone, they've all withdrawn, they've already left."

"Thank God, the little devil is gone, hum, that damned Eighth Route Army."

"It was the eight-way team that saved us. They attacked the devils from all directions, and the devils chased them, so they ignored us."

Everyone was astonished, and they were caught off guard by the turn of events. Shi Fangyu, who was in the crowd, was still drooping her head, but now her eyes lit up flickeringly, and a smile appeared on her face.

"Great!" Master Dong sighed loudly: "Ah, the Eighth Route Army, this is a team that really fights devils. The people's soldiers are the most honored guests of our Nancun Village and our heroes."