Siheyuan: Married a female spy at the beginning of 1944

He Daqing was not surprised by Yueyaer's changes.

Because that child's life was so miserable.

It's so miserable that there is no way out and no hope.

At this time, someone showed her a way out and told her that as long as she kept moving forward, the future would be bright and beautiful.

She would naturally use all her strength to move in that direction.

In fact, it's not just her, many people are like this at this time.

Only a cruel enough reality can create so many martyrs who are willing to sacrifice their lives.

If everyone lives in an era of peace and prosperity, even if they work fifteen or sixteen hours a day.

Even if the salary is only enough to feed and clothe the family.

No one is willing to sacrifice their life for a cause.

This is also the main reason why our front line continued to shrink and even some bases disappeared in the early stage of the War of Liberation.

Everyone thought that as long as the Japanese were driven away, they would be able to live a good life.

It turns out that these bastards in the Homecoming Corps were even more cruel than the Japanese devils.

It was precisely because of the perverse actions of these local tyrants and evil gentry that the people once again abandoned the Kuomintang.

The Kuomintang’s failure was not just a failure in the war, but mainly a failure of the ass.

These people are not even sitting on the same side as the people.

They are on a seesaw with the people.

At this time, the Labour Party sat together with the people, fighting against the other end of the seesaw, the empire, feudalism, and bureaucratic capital.

After all these people are eliminated, new changes will occur on the other side of the seesaw.

After all, no matter what time it is, the world always moves forward in contradictions.

He Daqing and his group walked for a whole morning before they reached the place where he hid the weapons.

"Here it is, these guns are all new, there are also some pistols, and some miscellaneous things.

Here are some mortar shells you might be able to use."

Gao Degui looked at the guns piled on the ground and was as happy as a child.

Run over and touch them one by one.

Then he picked up a gun at random, pulled the bolt, and took aim.

"Good guns, good guns. These guns are brand new and have never been fired. Brother He, where did you get them?"

“I discovered it by accident. Don’t ask me about it. If nothing unexpected happens, there will be some new guns every month.

I will send them to this cave, and you can come and see them on this day every month."

Wang Zhanshan also looked at the gun for a while, and then ordered the soldiers to move it as soon as possible.

"Here is 5000 dollars, which is the food expenses for the two children. Uh, and Yueya's food is also included."

"Master He, what are you talking about? Even if we have nothing, we will take good care of the children.

Don't worry, as long as we are alive, the three children will not be harmed at all."

Wang Zhanshan looked at these things and patted his chest to make a promise.

Whether it is weapons or money, they are too important to them.

With money, you can buy many important supplies.

For example, medicine.

The Eighth Route Army has always had its base behind enemy lines, and in relatively remote rural areas.

Although they could obtain food, they could only rely on workers behind enemy lines in big cities to buy medicine.

And the number is very rare.

This resulted in many soldiers dying in vain.

Sometimes a shot of anti-inflammatory medicine may be enough to keep a soldier alive.

But they didn't have any, and they could only watch the soldiers get inflammation and infection after the operation and then die in pain.

After handing over the guns and money, He Daqing walked back.

When passing by the Xiyuan concentration camp, He Daqing covered his face and took out a mortar directly from the package.

The Japanese military camp was bombarded with incendiary bombs, smoke bombs and grenades.

But this time because it was daytime, the Japanese reacted faster.

In less than two minutes, the Japanese soldiers rushed out with guns raised.

He Daqing watched the mortar go off with a whoosh.

At a speed of 50 miles per hour, the Japanese were far behind.

After running out of the Japanese's sight, He Daqing put the mortar back into the system package.

I found a small river, washed myself, changed my clothes, and headed towards the city.

He Daqing harassed them for a while and then returned to the city.

But the Japanese were very angry.

Not only did they set their camp on fire, but they also killed many Japanese soldiers.

It was just because it was daytime and the Japanese were not in the house.

Unlike the gendarmerie headquarters, it was not directly blocked indoors by the fire and thick smoke.

Choked to death, burned to death.

When they found the grenades, the Japanese soldiers lay down on the spot and then crawled forward to find cover.

And quickly determine the direction from which the shells come.

Without waiting for the fire to start, they opened the door and rushed towards He Daqing.

After seeing He Daqing carrying a mortar and running as fast as a rabbit.

The short-legged Japanese could only rage helplessly.

Five or six Japanese soldiers were killed and some buildings and supplies were burned down.

The Japanese took out their anger directly on the imprisoned Chinese.

As one of them, Yi Zhonghai was also whipped a few times.

"Taijun, calm down and don't let your body get hurt. If you are unhappy, whip me a few more times.

You smoke well, you smoke well. "

Yi Zhonghai endured the pain and smiled apologetically to the Japanese devils.

Since arriving here, he has discovered that the Chinese here are mainly divided into two groups.

One is the managed, the other is the manager.

A large number of managers in the concentration camps were Chinese.

These managers eat better than them and don’t have to work.

There will basically be no casualties.

But those who are under control don’t receive such good treatment.

First of all, the food is worse than mixed noodles, and the quantity is less.

The work is usually hard, and this amount of food is simply not enough to effectively replenish your physical strength.

That's why all of them are as thin as bamboo poles.

Only people like Yi Zhonghai, who had just come in, looked half human.

Moreover, Yi Zhonghai also knew that this state of his would not last long.

Being extremely hungry every day, he would become a bamboo pole sooner or later.

By then, you will either die of exhaustion or illness.

If you are sick, you will be put directly in a very large room.

You lie there and wait to die slowly, with no food or water given to you.

So most people, as long as they can move, will continue to work.

Yi Zhonghai knew that if he didn't become a manager, he would die here.

He doesn't want to die yet.

So he was particularly flattering to these small managers and the Japanese devils.

But also because he is a worker, a truly skilled kind of person.

So neither the Japanese nor their lackeys were that harsh on him.

Although he was beaten and scolded a lot, he was never deprived of food.

However, his servile behavior pleased the Japanese and traitors.

But he offended the Chinese who were persecuted like him.