Chapter 13 Chapter Thirteen

The Grand Canal flows through here, and the lonely gray shadow of the ten-mile city wall is reflected on the surface of the river. This is the county seat.In the six years since the Occupation, the ancient gray and white city walls have been changed, and the Japanese devils moved bricks and tiles everywhere, operating countless corner forts, forts, watchtowers and beehive-like pits.On the top of the stone base, write about creating a Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere!Long live the Emperor!Such giant slogans, six years of wind and rain, moss marks have grown on the white powder handwriting.In the early years, the cavalry team of Nanmu Dazuo, who boasted that he was the elite of the imperial army, once performed equestrianism in the west school field. Hundreds of oriental horses with full manes and short manes performed phalanx listening to the drums and horns of Yuchang, that kind of indomitable spirit , It is worrying that their iron hooves will really trample over this ancient land.But today, the West Campus has become a wasteland, covered with luxuriant weeds; those old war horses have changed their owners so many times, and finally they are still unsaddled and scattered on the grass to chew the past, and the spring breeze blows the faded remains Mao, they also felt something, and from time to time they would hiss and mourn.Those old imperial soldiers in the infantry have become housekeepers for a few years. It seems that Zhina is just this gray city. China's regular army.At first, there was a shortage of people, and there were troop carriers to transport some recruits to supplement them. At least they made up the original number. Later, the troop carriers sent were no longer the Japanese emperors, but conscripts from North Korea and Ryukyu. The conscripts with good legs and good feet are gone, and all the ones brought in are injured with broken legs and missing arms. They only want hospitals, not barracks.

The blood-red flag of the sun is still waving on the city tower.The worn-out spiked shoes seldom stepped on the horizontal stone slabs on the street. Occasionally, a small group of imperial troops came out of a dilapidated house. The uniforms were torn and patched everywhere. Some were peeled off from dead bodies, even though they had been washed , and the blood of the Yamato warriors will not fade.Sometimes, in order to maintain dignity, the sergeant leading the team ordered the group of people to sing war songs like marching songs.The soldiers twisted their faces and howled, but their voices became hoarse and desolate as they sang.

Cherry blossoms bloom and fall in a dream, on a spring night when the shamisen is trembling, the waves on the coast of Japan are far and gentle; or someone dreams of the red leaves on the well, the maple forest, the shadow of the water-drawing woman in the well, in the dream The color post (note: postcard) looked at Yuanyan obsessively.For eight years, eight years of bloody storms have caused many regiments, divisions, many horses, guns and horns to be buried in the boundless and vast wilderness of China, which carries countless steel, fire, and gunpowder smoke.It is the creatures bred on the wild land where the bones of Chinese ancestors have been buried for thousands of years, staining the sky wall with their blood; making the war nerves enshrined by the royal family and the people burn for many years and disintegrate in their hearts

The good news in the distance is posted on the road along the river, the east gate, the fort wall, and the black pole wood.The Royal Army's victory in Guizhou and Yunnan!No one stops before those good news, the people in the city would rather raise their heads and look at the news from the sky The sky-covering fleet flies eastward day and night, like countless white swans, floating steadily in the clear blue sky.No one could hide the news anymore: the Burmese Expeditionary Force was celebrating a successful counteroffensive.The traffic on the Burma Road is busy day and night.The U.S. army wiped out the Japanese squadron in the South Pacific.Marshal MacArthur conquered Liuhuang, Saipan and other islands.This is old news that happened a long time ago.It's July now.

A plane in the center flew low over the county town, and anyone could see the blue sky and white sun sign under the wings. It circled the city for a long time, but Mr. Nanmu was not in the city. Here, the siren sounded three times, but people ran desperately towards high places and bright places, pointing and talking, and when the plane flew straight at the crowd, the cheers rose loudly.A large number of puppet troops from the south of the Yangtze River mixed among the people all over the street, cheering with them, and some even threw their hats into the air. After the plane appeared, the county fell into chaos.The glass windows of the warehouses of the institutions belonging to the enemy and puppet regimes were all pasted with cobweb-like bulletproof tape. Some units were evacuated and all were hidden in bunkers.And the puppet army was no longer so obedient to the devils. The puppet division headquarters stationed outside the city began to organize scattered units from various places into bandit suppression troops, and increased the garrisons in some towns and cities in the north to prevent the Eighth Route Army from taking the opportunity to invade.It can already be seen from the situation that they are preparing to defend the city and wait for the central government to collect it.

One night in early August, two battalions of puppet troops defeated by the Eighth Route Army in a market town in the north withdrew to Dongguan.A team that broke out after a fierce battle crowded the corridors on both sides in a mess. Under the many hanging lanterns, the board doors of the lightly and seriously injured were parked in rows. Some doctors who were pulled up from the public hospital , checking for their injuries, injecting and re-dressing them. The people who were woken up on the street all ran outdoors. After inquiring about the situation of the fire, the people sympathized with the situation of the puppet army: before the central surrendered army went north, everyone hoped that the puppet army would be able to withstand the attack of the Eight Routes. Make the Eight Routes capture the county.

Some puppet soldiers set up their guns, surrounded by a large crowd, and talked about the situation of the Eighth Route attacking the northern towns and cities.The animals tied between the pillars, including a few horses, and most of the mules and donkeys that were carrying them were braying uneasily, snorting their noses, and the night was full of misery, fear, and confusion. At this time, a burly man in a black shirt, bamboo hat, and a gun at his waist appeared with three or four people in plain clothes.No one pays attention to them. There are purely local teams formed by people from all over the city. Some people and some guns. They have no number, no organization, and no affiliate. They, those people yelled and said clearly: We just pulled up our guns and fought eight ways, waiting for the central government.

This is the second time Crooked Hu Lai'er has entered the city, along with Liu Zhi'er Gui Long, Shi Qi, Er Hei'er, and Oiler Bian Tou.They are living in a small shop owned by Shi Da, an old shopkeeper in Dongguan. The head of the head of the puppet army was torn off by a bullet. When the bandage was untied, a round hole was exposed. Inside the round hole was a brain wrapped in a layer of oily leather, and even bloodshot eyes could be seen clearly.The doctor in a nearby surgical hospital was woken up from a dream, with a sleepy look. It's a weird gunshot wound.The surgeon yawned and said: He wasn't seriously injured at all, only a small piece of his head was knocked off by the gunfire.If you can find that skull, things will be easy to handle.Without that little hard thing, even if he was not in danger, he wouldn't even be able to sleep with his face up.

He has to be taken to the hospital.The horse-faced brigade deputy said: No matter how much friendship the brigade leader has with me, I can't get his head back. The surgeon shook his head: To tell you the truth, I can only give him an injection. I have never had major surgery. The horse-faced brigade deputy was a little annoyed and anxious.All right!He said: I will bother you to get an injection first.The captain is also confused enough, why didn't he just pick up that piece of head?From the looks of it, I had no choice but to find a dead man's head to mix with!He took out half a pack of crumpled knives (note: the name of the paper cigarette), took out one and lit it, leaning against the porch pillar, wrapping himself in the dull smoke.Many small caterpillars hit the lampshade above his head, making tinkling sounds.In the dark sky, there are dense stars shining.

Crooked Hu Mani'er squeezed through the crowd, and greeted the deputy of the horse-faced brigade with a smile.Drink a glass of wine and be shocked, my treat.He said: Captain, his injury is not serious. There are many famous doctors in the city. Once it is sent to Renci Hospital, it will not take ten days to wrap it up.There is a restaurant on the corner of the street that specializes in night markets. The horse-faced brigade deputy offered a cigarette to Crooked Hu Lai'er. Where have we met?I have a bad memory.The eight-way fire knocked me out.The machine gun couldn't stop sweeping, and the barrel of the gun was smoking venomously, but they still rushed.Their three brigades draw lots, one with red heads and two with black heads, whoever draws red heads will go first.With the machine gun pressing down on the back, whoever retreats will sweep away.The one who climbed the polder wall in front had a rope fastened around his waist, and someone grabbed the end of the rope and dragged him back when he fell down.ah!Rope beds, door panels, plus six or seven layers of wet quilts, they ran up with machine guns, a group of evil spirits!

Let's go, eat and talk.Crooked Hu said. The business in the night market is very busy.The water waves at the gate rushed rushing outside the window.They picked a table by the window, and Crooked Hu Mani introduced Liuzhier Guilong and the others.As soon as the wine was on the table, the deputy of the horse-faced brigade talked a lot. It's not that I said something depressing. If the central army doesn't arrive, the devils would rather not throw their guns!Do you know how many people have come from the eighth road from the north?At least there are always 20,000 to 30,000 people, usually shouting to resist the Japanese, but he is nowhere to be seen, but now that the devils are about to fall, they are fiercer than anyone else in grabbing land.The strength of the Peace Army (Note: The puppet army claims to be) is mixed.Zhang Tuan doesn't care about Li Ying, if he wants to live in a series of dozens of cities along the canal line, it's really difficult! There is nowhere to go if you feel the snails in the crock.Biantou propped his front teeth and said. You are right.The horse-faced brigade deputy poured another glass of wine: the canal line, the terrain is narrow, if the Eight Routes attack it, no matter how many central troops there are, they will not be able to spread out.If you want to take back the northern Jiangsu area, you have to go east of the Great Lake, cross the Nansan River, and cross the wilderness.He dipped the tip of his chopsticks in the wine, and drew out the wilderness on the east of the lake on the table: I'm sorry you heard that there was a crooked man over there, who shot through the blade of a tree with a gun, and made fat man Lu, Although we are worthless and drink dew under the devil's chin, whoever doesn't wait for the middle is not human.Everyone mentioned him without boasting.In the spring, Commander He was trapped in Wu Dazhuang, and he got out of the siege as soon as he arrived. It's a pity that if this kind of person wants to fight against the Eighth Route Army, he will meet sooner or later. Crooked Hu Mani'er didn't drink much, but he felt a bit stupefied and pathetic. Dry!He said: Waihu Mani'er is a person who refuses to submit to demons!He is also an ordinary man with only skin and flesh, one nose and two eyes.To tell you the truth, I am! The horse-faced brigade officer loosened his grip on the wine glass, and the glass of wine spilled all over his breeches.Oh My God!He leaned forward, put his hand over his mouth and said: Why are you so bold? !You killed Zhang Shihe and Shan Yao in Chenjiaji, and the devils haven't surrendered yet! Sit and talk.Crooked Hu Lai'er said: I just arrived tonight.You know that the wilderness in the east of the lake is tightly closed, why don't I know? !I lack gunfire.Now only you have seven or nine guns. If I don’t have enough guns and manpower, I can’t block eight roads with my bare hands. I can't help you with this.The horse-faced brigade deputy said: All the guns assigned by our brigade have been exhausted in this battle.If you want guns and fire, you can only get them from the division headquarters, and the fire is distributed according to the head, and your hands are limited.In the local team, some guys usually have guns and firearms business, and they only have small numbers, regardless of the box.Now, seeing that there is a war, there will be fire and will not let go.If you want gunfire, you can only shoot at the division headquarters. They have firearms, so they may be able to distribute a few boxes. Then I will go to the division!Crooked Hu said. In the afternoon of the next day, the withdrawn team entered the city, Waihu Manaier led Liuzhier Guilong and the four of them sneaked into the city gate.The city is very empty, every house is closed, there is no one on the narrow stone streets, sandbags are everywhere in the alleys and streets; on some western-style buildings, non-flowering vines are quietly crawling ; Between some antique eaves and beams, sparrows are chirping and flying.From Dongguan to North Gate, more teams of all kinds were drawn into the city.The devil's truck team was sandwiched in the middle and drove inward. Those khaki trucks did not have gasoline to burn, but instead installed boilers to burn charcoal. He slapped his face with his hooded ears; whenever a car puffed and puffed across the street, the black smoke billowing from the boiler was as thick as a thick fog, making people just rub their eyes. Walking to a fork in the street, Ma Lian pointed at Wai Hu Lai'er and said: "Wai Hu Lai Er, I am honored to have a meal with you at the same table here. I will never forget it until I die!"Over there is the division headquarters. Whether you can see the division commander is up to you!Our brigade was ordered to guard the south gate, I wholeheartedly follow your example, I am ashamed to wash my body, take care of me! A truck broke down at the crossing of the street, and the devil who drove it lifted the top cover to check it. His face was covered in black engine oil and his head was sweaty, but he still couldn't shake the fire.The front didn't move, but the convoy behind held it down, a sergeant jumped out of the car, and with a roar, all the devils in the car jumped off, pushed the cart with their buttocks up, the cart turned to the right and left the main street, heading towards the division. The square field in front of the department is pushed.Waihu Lai'er beckoned, and Liuzhi'er Guilong stepped in to help push it up.An old devil like a sergeant smiled at Crooked Hu Lai'er and said: Ali Ado!He said in Chinese again: Thank you!When Waihu Lai'er heard that the devil could speak Chinese, he got excited and started chatting. Is the car badly broken? The machine is too old.Cao Cao, the devil's army, said in authentic Chinese: We drove down from North Xuzhou. On the way, we met bandits who fired sniper shots. This car was shot in the front and broke down along the way.It will take a long time to fix it! The square field is very sunny, and Crooked Hu said, "Why don't you push through the iron gate and repair it in the west courtyard of the division headquarters. Look, there is shade from trees there. I'll go to the kitchen to find some water for the imperial army!" Ask for some!Want some. (Note: Japanese is: Good! Good!) Juncao said. The iron gate was originally the side gate of the division headquarters. Two puppet soldiers stood in the sentry box. When they saw the devil pushing the cart, they opened the iron gate without asking. After talking to the sergeant, the sergeant asked all the devils who pushed the carts to wipe down the kettle. You guys share it!Crooked Hu Lai'er said to Liuzhier Guilong: "Go over there and find some water for the imperial army!" They walked to a house with a pool and rockery, and a guard stepped forward to block the way and said, "Where are you going?" ! Crooked Hu Lai'er murmured over there and said, "The Devil's truck from North Xuzhou broke down. We borrowed the teacher's office to repair the car under the shade of a tree. We asked us to ask the kitchen for some water." The kitchen has to go around on the right, the seventh house is the one with the chimney!The guard said: This is the division commander's office, the division commander is receiving guests, you should speak and walk softly!The guard was turning his face to point the way, and the half-exposed muzzle of a pistol had reached his waist.Take me to see the teacher!Crooked Hu said coldly. 888 way? !said the guard, in a low, panicked voice. fart!The latter said: You are too ignorant, we are the central government! The guard breathed a sigh of relief and said: I will take you there, since it is the central government, why should I scare people like this? ! The division commander was meeting guests in the room, when the guard didn’t finish his report, the door slammed, and five long and short guns stopped him. The guard walked in with the gun in his hands like a fool, and his legs softened and he fell down in front of the division commander. , Just like Cao Cao offering a knife.Crooked Hu Lai'er took two steps forward and said, "You're taking the liberty to take the liberty!"I'm a crooked fool from Zedi!I'll ask for some guns to fight! The teacher tilted his head, looked at him in amazement, and said for a while, "Please close the door."Sit down and talk if you have something to say, I don't have a gun. Liuzhier Guilong closed the door.Crooked Hu Lai'er really dragged a chair and sat down.This is Commissioner Wu appointed by the Central Committee. The teacher said: I have been secretly assigned to our family!At present, I am discussing with the commissioner, if the devil leaves the country with his gun, how should we deal with the Eighth Route Army?You have come just in time!Under the drawer over there, there is my commission, I won't lie to you! You guys go get water with the devils.Crooked Hu Lai'er looked at the commission and said, "I'm even more reckless when I say this!" The teacher turned around and opened the flap behind the seat, and a brightly colored map appeared impressively.This area is connected to the Yimeng Mountains. He raised his hand with difficulty, and drew a semicircular arc on the upper right of the map: the bandit's new first division, the old third division, and the weasel Suyu's new eighth division have assembled.The White Horse Temple is the old den of Fatty Chen, and there are two fast columns.In the east of Lianshui, there are Shandong Column, Old Ten Regiment, Yanfu Detachment, Hongze Lake area, and Li Yimin's gang of bandits!He turned around and picked up a red and blue pen, and added a red circle to the place he pointed at just now. After adding a few red circles, the crooked man felt that something was wrong, which caused 100% of the entire northern Jiangsu area to lose 70%, and only one left. There is a narrow strip between North Xuzhou and the canal line.Those areas are not empty geographical terms for him. He remembers the salty smell in the east coast wind, the towns where blood was shed, Yuntai Mountain with clouds, the saltpeter layer dug up by shells, near Xiaolonghai, where he was wounded in the desolation Climb across Bali, Damiaotai, meteors in the summer night, cloud trees in the distant sky, that eye-catching red circle! fuck it!We shed blood and sweat, the resistance against Japan is for him! The teacher looked at him, a little embarrassed, paused and said: The devils have already lost the game, and the only time to hand over the gun is sooner or later.Since I am under the order of the central government, I have to defend this city with all my might.We only have one division, four independent regiments, and some civilian teams. The orders are not unified, the combat power varies, there are many vacancies, and there is not enough firepower. The commissioner stood up, took the pen from the division commander, and marked two blue circles outside the map.This is the Wanxi base.This is Nanjing City.This is three theaters.He said: Even if the devils surrendered immediately, the surrendered army would not be able to come quickly; the far water cannot save the near fire, so it can only last for a long time, at least two or three months! The teacher sat down with his head bowed. I waded through muddy waters, and I couldn't wash away the accusation of being a traitor.He said sadly to the crooked Hu Lai'er: I only intend to die in this city, and I will feel at ease if I can be less spit on after death!You are a true hero, a strong man, the burden of your resistance against Japan should be unloaded when the devil surrenders!Now that the general situation is in front of us, I dare not drag you down.How many guns are there in the east of the lake, where do you want to pull the whole line, I will be in charge of finding the ship Crooked Hu Lai'er smiled, his one eye gleamed: I said it before: I just need a little gunfire.To tell you the truth, none of the land in the east of the lake is an officer or soldier, they are all ordinary people plowing the fields and harrowing the land. There is only one Commander He who is regarded as the real central man. A disabled soldier.The east of the lake is a throat land, which strangles the mouth of the Great Lake, just like the county town strangles the canal line.The common people want to fight against the Eighth Route Army, and I am with them life and death.I'm crooked, and I don't want the central government to reward me with a red top. I'm not that kind of material. The division commander shook his head. He wanted to use another method to convince Waihu Mangy. He knew that eight routes were going to attack the canal line. It's better to pull into the city.He said: That side bears the brunt, I will change to another battalion to fortify. All I want is gunfire! That would be all over the place.The teacher said: Those who plow and harrow Gunfire!Crooked Hu said. The teacher picked up the phone: Well, I am a 20-box 79 rifle fire, a passport. His palm trembled a little, put down the receiver and said: OK!After finishing the light meal here, the gunfire will be delivered immediately.In addition to the gunfire, I sent a battalion in charge of fighting to guard Zhang Fudui, and there was more or less a response. But the few lads from Zedi and the oilman Biantou didn't worry about anything at all. Crooked Hu Mani taught them that starting a fire is like a wolf hunting a rabbit, and throwing a grenade is just like throwing a big carrot. They didn't want it at all. What kind of fire, whoever wants to come to the door, has no choice but to bite the bullet and do it.That feeling is palpable, and it keeps them from trembling and bowing down to evil spirits. The truck was parked in the shade of a tree for maintenance, and dozens of ghosts sat and rested under a row of trees. There were many acacias, with round and tender leaves on the branches, bursting out a piece of transparent goose yellow, and clusters of aromas hung from the branches and leaves. Very dense white flowers.The Chinese-speaking sergeant wiped off the helmet on his shoulders and sat on a bench, took off a pair of ripped boots and sweaty tabi socks, and stretched his legs flat on the sand.Liuzhier Guilong handed him the filled kettle. Emperor!Imperial Army Guilong said with difficulty: Your water. A surge of resentment hit him suddenly, if it wasn't for Crooked Hu Mani'er, if it wasn't for this kind of place, he would have pulled out his pistol and smashed his ugly head.The devil was a very old soldier, about forty-seven or eighteen, with a heavy, clumsy skull, like a black bear in a circus troupe.The sun tanned his rough, bearded face to a light caramel color. There were many small bumps near the temples, and there were gray and ocher spots on the wrinkled skin on the forehead and the back of the hands.When he smiled, the lines were deep and rough, as if to draw the face into a weeping look, and the thick lips protruded, showing the jagged yellow teeth. how old are youHe said to Guilong. nineteen.Guilong answered two words sullenly. Guizi Juncao didn't pay attention to the sullen look on Guilong's face, the corners of his mouth were habitually turned down, and his eyes were fixed on a cluster of swaying leaves, as if he was recalling something far away.In Xiangxi, he said: in a trench.A young and bold Chinese soldier charged at me with a gun in his hand, and my bayonet pierced his ribs.Devil!Devil? !He gritted his teeth like that.I have a child by the sea in Hokkaido, who is also nineteen this year. Here, he pointed to the inscription on the kettle belt: Kenda Shigeyoshi, my name.in Hokkaido.I'm on a fishing boat.Bering Strait in winter, many icebergs.Look at this photo, it was taken when my son was seven years old. Later I was conscripted to Manchuria.My son is nineteen this year.He loves ocean fishing as much as I do.Sailing back in spring, those ships always return in spring.In Xiangxi, the young Chinese soldier was very similar to my son. I wrote back, but never got a reply. He looked very tired, leaning his back on the tree trunk, humming the fisherman's song when the fishing boat went out to sea, only sang a few lines, the shadow of the leaves swayed on his face, his eyes were gloomy of.Liuzhier Guilong looked at him like a bear, and the flame of resentment in his heart gradually dimmed. All of them are Koreans.The sergeant smoked a cigarette and said: They want peace!They dare not say it, just like you dare not call devils to your face!Same. do you want to go home Sergeant Cao nodded.I like fishing boats.Those boats are always in the spring Well his eyes closed.A bunch of residual acacia flowers fell on his head, like a withered dream. In the middle of the night on August 19th, the sergeants who handed over their guns drove to the drop-off area in a truck to gather.Crooked Hu Lai'er and Liu Zhi'er Gui Long came back to the swamp again.The division headquarters was busy, and the six combat phones buzzed like a swarm of flies flying on a spider web. Dingtangfang, Caojiahuawei, Balicha, and Laodukou were all attacked by the Eighth Route Army.Three days later, the gray tide surged across the Beisan River. No one knew what a strange thing the atomic bomb was, and no one saw victory.Fatty Lu's horses withdrew from Hongnidunzi, and Zedi's gun team also pulled to Wu Dazhuang. The knife clubs and gun teams from all over the east of the lake gathered together. There were a total of 600 guns, 400 guns, and 200 More than 80 single swords, more than 1,500 people. Many towns fell in the blaze. The gray crowd is flowing southward The knife society officially held the ceremony of setting up an altar to worship the knife. Centipede flags were raised high on two long poles. The altar owner was elected, and the cigarettes on the altar formed a fog, surrounding the Zongdao in the shape of a green dragon crescent and tied with nine bells. The men in the sword club took off their jackets and wore red cloth waistbands. They lined up in a row, with their right hands pointing their knives to the ground, waiting quietly.A cinnabar talisman was drawn on the piles of yellow paper, and the number one yellow basin was filled with blood-like god sand water. Behind the altar, there was a huge nine-ringed drum with a wooden frame, and the drumsticks were like dough sticks. The hammer head was wrapped with red silk, and every time the drum sounded, there was a tremor in the earth's crust and people's hearts at the same time. When the drumbeat stopped, the altar master recited the oath in a strange trill: Zhumao demon soldiers treason the country and harm the people The Patriarch Lintan Zongdao Appears! Bagua array according to five elements Blessed by the gods to destroy the demon atmosphere After reading the oath, he shouted loudly: Please Zongdao!He Kuozui on the other side jumped out, trembling all over, went up to the altar and drew his Zong Dao, and held it obliquely in front of the altar, people in the saber assembly lined up, kowtowed in front of the saber, and walked over , let the flat blade gently pat their spines.Go to the incense table in front of the altar, take out a piece of talisman and swallow it dry, use a wooden ladle to drink the water from the sap, and then dip some remaining lye into the forehead, heart and other places.After this ceremony, the sword array will be performed.Single-handed swordsmanship, double-handed swordsmanship, nine-man formation, serial formation, and rolling swords on the ground are performed from noon to dusk. At this time, the leader of the Huaihai column was only seven miles away from Wu Dazhuang.The people on the gun team were busy loading the gunpowder. The amount of gunpowder was measured in advance. How much iron sand was mixed with the gunpowder, one bamboo tube was just enough to hold one gun.A raging fire was burning on the wild stove, and dozens of big pots in a row were all baking dough cakes, using dry food from the battle. Commander He and Crooked Hu Mani'er were standing on the top of the high fort watching Fatty Lu's horse herd set off. In the distance that gradually became blurred, the horse herd was just scattered and beating ideas. According to the legends of people who escaped from the north, along the sandy and rocky Hanhuang River to Beisanhe, there are eight roads all over the thirty miles. To say the least, there are 10,000 to 20,000 people, thousands of civilian workers, and thousands of stretchers.According to He's command, he meant to retreat to the Tulong River, protect Zhang Fudui's flanks, and when they attacked the defenders, they would shovel and fight from the middle.Crooked Hu Lai'er has a different opinion.No matter which method is used to fight, the hope of waiting for help for a long time is gone. Defense can't defend, only offense.The terrain of the swamp is concave, there are many trees, there is fire, and the sword club and cavalry cannot be deployed. It is not as good as Wu Dazhuang's open terrain, which is suitable for field battles. Anyway, it's a dead word!Fatty Lu echoed Waihu Mani'er's opinion: Hit the snake with the head first, and tell those evil things that the wilderness is full of stones that gnaw their teeth!I don't care what the hell, I'll take the lead!Daohui followed behind to cover the kill and broke through their formation. I separated my horses back and forth, and then went around to the back of Daohui to cover.The gun team and the gun team are divided into two parts, one is on the left and the other is on the right. We kill him and retreat towards the village. When he chases, the two sides close together and attack him! Great idea, Boss Lu!Crooked Hu said: We people like this can only knock out maltose, and every knock of it counts as one piece!If one person is not dead, we will not give him the Hukou area. But the Huaihai column of the Eighth Route didn't pay attention to the troops near the Zedi, and slid its head from the east of Wu Dazhuang to the south. The defenders on Zhang Fudui fought bloody for two days, and they were all wiped out. Turn to the east and encircle the county town.Only the militiamen in five areas and a brigade with a second-level combat force were left to block the Shagou to the east of Wu Dazhuang. After the county was besieged, it burned for six or seven nights in a row. The fire could not be seen from dozens of miles away, only a faint redness in the sky, as if a sun was sleeping behind the dark clouds.Gunshots and explosions are occasionally heard, and a gust of night wind will carry them away again. Crooked Hu Lai'er decided to hit the first piece of candy first.Kill the group of people seven miles to the northeast to reduce the pressure on the county.He estimated that if he won a big battle in the marshland, the eighth army besieging the city would send out a force to fight back. That's how the fight started. When Fatty Lu's horses rushed through the ditch and came into contact with the outposts on the Sanzhuang in the east of the ditch, the other party immediately burned the houses for lighting.The machine guns of the main brigade moved their muzzles to find people amidst the red flames, and Fatty Lu's dozens of horses had already rushed into the people's nest.In the daytime, dozens of horses are not a big deal, but at night, the flames show the majesty of the horses, and the neighing of the horses shows the color of the fire. Colors of chaos and horror.Those Tuba roads usually only attack isolated fortresses and set up wild sentries. How did they go through such a tough and loud battle? !Heili was soundly asleep, awakened by the sound of gunshots and flames, some hadn't opened their eyes, some had touched the wrong gun, and before they could recognize the direction, black dates (note: another name for bullet) were embedded in their brains.Some of them saw that something was wrong, turned around and ran towards the darkness, seeing horses pass by the crowd over there in a daze, and then rushed to fire their guns, but the ones who were shot were their own people.As soon as the horses broke into the rear of the main brigade, that brigade fell into chaos. The reason was that they underestimated the enemy at the beginning, believing that the opponent must stick to the fort and the manor. Who would have thought they would attack?There was no defense, and of course there was no defense. The horses rushed over, and the two machine guns mounted on the village house hurriedly adjusted their direction. After changing the direction, they couldn't shoot.Just at the moment of hesitation, hundreds of brightly brushed single swords in the sword club rolled towards him frantically.The villagers who swallowed the talisman were all naked tigers, with bullets in their chests, and he still ran fifty paces and chopped down two or three people. Rolling over single-handedly, the main brigade of the Eighth Route was unlucky, some of them sprang out of the scattered Zhuangzi, sending their heads to test the knife for nothing, some of them nestled in the low house, with the guns in their hands and could not find the nozzle, two The knife rushed in and cut down two, and the rest dropped the gun.The commander of the brigade escaped from the back window and jumped into the pigsty of a family to resist. He Kuozui charged at him with nine knives. Zhang Dao rushed over together, and each of them chopped him down once. The guy was cut eight times, and his upper body was completely torn. waist eye.Over there, a few timid ones jumped into the cesspit, and when they heard the sound of footsteps, they buried their heads in the smelly water.The machine gunner on the house stopped fighting and raised his hands: Don't kill, don't kill!I will machine gun for you! As soon as Fatty Lu's horses rushed to the bottom, he and Boss Qi each led half of the brothers to spread out to the left and right, and rolled back to the back of the knife society.As soon as the front was empty, the machine gunners of the Eighth Road were swept back by a knife rest on their necks. The two machine guns seemed to have missed the opportunity just now. Drag the gun and run.One of them lost its head and ran into the right-wing gun team led by Crooked Hu Mani'er.None of them could get away. Before dawn, the battle was over. Fatty Lu said quite unhappily: Zhu Bajie ate ginseng fruit, and he didn't even taste the taste of lighting.My horse isn't sweating yet!Where are the two pro-democracy leaders who were captured alive? I said that I would make candles to sacrifice to the graves in the orchard!When someone brought them here, his unhappiness increased by two miles, and none of them were Su Da bastards. The bastard lives long!Boss Qi said: Let him miss it again! This local victory could not reverse the general situation, and the county town was finally captured after thirteen days of struggling.The gray tide flowed to the city further south, wrapping the army in the wilderness in the darkness all around, and surrounded by enemies.Until the weeds were withered and yellow, Wu Dazhuang fell in the eight-day and night attack of four to five thousand people from eight routes. No one knows the details of the fall, but when it fell it was burned to ashes, and the dead bodies of both sides were strewn across the fields.River beaches, potholes, orchards, bamboo bushes, dead people are everywhere.When the day comes, this place is dead, there is no visible resistance anymore, and even the birds and insects have flown away here, leaving only the crows that love to eat human flesh to attract friends and gather around, rummaging in the light red morning light wing.The silt river flows southeastward, the river water is red, and the river bank is the burial place of the Knife Society. The blood congeals on the gold-bearing sand into a striking purple red, but the congealed blood clots are vermilion, and some old and trembling flies Sting on it, floating corpses stranded in the old reeds on the bank, washed pale by the river, and in another day, they will flow down with the waves That is the story of the wasteland, it is not written in words. Most of the gunmen in the swamp died in the orchard, which had been burned by fire. Every tree was scorched, and the corpses were all black charcoal, buried in a layer of half-gray ashes .The dead tree does not fall down, each branch, each twig, still maintains the original form, a kind of unyielding painful struggle is revealed under the September sky, they stand still. Judging from the sea of ​​corpses to the east of the orchard, most of the battles were fought in the wilderness; it was a semi-primitive field battle. The knife meeting, all with the support of the gun team, had continuously counterattacked. There were 17 dead horses lying around the Shagou, and 5 horses in the back section, and the rest were all not far from the orchard. The gun team on the left wing died in the fort, and was burned to death until the guns were emptied. No one had any bullets.The arsonists were vicious, and the fire not only killed the gun team, but also killed many old and weak women and children in the village. In the afternoon of that day, the rest of the Eighth Route Army poured into this dead place to search for the living and identify the dead bodies.In the field they found two seriously injured, one was Boss Qi and the other was Oiler Biantou.Boss Qi suffered three gunshot wounds, and his right hand was blown off by a grenade. When they found him, he was crushed under the belly of the green-maned horse, with only a breath of breath left, but his eyes were still alive. Tenaciously solidified towards the sky.The oil worker leaned his head on a grave next to the Yuli tree, and a dead body on the opposite side was head to head with him, each other's bayonets were pierced into each other's cheeks, neither of them died, but neither of them had the energy to draw the bayonet again, just like that After being drowsy for a long time, they held each other's guns tightly.They pulled out the bayonets that pierced the ears of the two of them. The guy opposite was dizzy from the pain, but his flat head was not dizzy. He aimed at the opponent's chest and fell forward with the gun before he fainted. His bayonet went into the opponent. breasts. Give him a shot!one said. Slow down, slow down.Another said: It depends on him to identify the dead body!Wouldn't it be the same to kill after healed the wound in the future? But the oilman flat head couldn't hear, and when he died, he was still smiling and biting his front teeth. It was still some women hiding in the cellar who recognized the person Ba Lu was looking for. Commander He was burned to death in the brick castle to the south, where he fought against Su Da bastard in spring.盧大胖子死在菓園東，兩把打空了的匣槍全扔了，身上釘了七八處槍眼，手裏還握著一把鈍口厚背的馬刀，迸濺的血跡銹在刀身上面。有人在遠處的河岸上牽回歪胡癩兒散韁的白馬，但誰也無法從菓園當中拖出來的胡炭裏認出誰是那打狼的人。 即使這樣，人們認定歪胡癩兒一定是死了，因為那種神話人物的生死是關乎天象的。而吳大莊陷落的第三天，湖東一帶落了冷子（註：細粒冰雹），遍野都是白色的晶粒，落冷子時，灰雲背後有連綿不斷的沉雷響，像石滾兒碾磨一樣。人們相信冷子落在地上，是這塊荒野地替他戴孝，滾動的沉雷是天公擂響的天鼓。立即有童謠那樣唱著： 天上天鼓響 湖東將星沉 任何成人聽見那徐緩的童謠都會感到撲鼻的淒酸