Part One Introduction
Recently, the situation was getting worse. The notices posted in the provincial capital covered the streets like snowflakes. The horizontal boards on the county offices also changed with the king's flag on the city walls. It was a dizzying scene.
The most frightening thing was that more and more corpses and heads were hanging on the high poles of the city gate. In order to prevent these bloody heads or corpses from being robbed secretly, there were also special sentries on guard. The sentries were all wearing gray and random puppet military uniforms. When they saw someone approaching, they would swing their hands and pull out the whip that was stuck in their waist. They would randomly whip them a few times without distinguishing right from wrong in an awe-inspiring and domineering manner. He looked like a dog servant who was helping a tiger.
After the Japanese and puppet troops joined forces, their efficiency had greatly improved. Every day, small horns and whistles would be heard, and shouts would be heard in the streets and alleys. Then, there would be gunshots. Accompanied by gunshots, there would be a large number of baskets in front of the shops flying up, as well as a few chickens and dogs.
This was the morbid reaction when they discovered the Eighth Route Army. Although the Japanese and puppet armies had good communication, their combat effectiveness was too poor.
The puppet army followed the second half of the saying," Civil officials have three hands, generals have four legs." When they fought, they would prepare for the rainy day. They would often sound thunder in the silent place. When they shouted," The bandits are coming," they would first flip themselves over. They would be covered in dust and dirt. Before they could raise their heads, they would fire two shots first. In a mess, they would retreat quickly in defeat.
This period of time should be a critical moment for the country's fate. The Japanese seemed to be holding back their energy to develop something. Every day, they would run around with their 38th Gaihu. When they saw people who looked righteous and full of righteousness, they would go up to them, fiddle with their guns, and then capture them. They would either drag them to South Asia to build a railway, or directly transport them to the southern suburbs to rob the tombs and dig for treasures. Then, they would kill these people without anyone knowing.
Smoke curled up as the sun rose to the middle of the sky. The heat was scorching, and the air was filled with the clamor of cicadas. It was a scorched scene that made people panic.
Ge Jia Village was located in a luxuriant forest. The village was surrounded by a colorful flower belt that looked like a sea of stars. It was planted by the village's busybodies over the years. From a distance, it looked like a prosperous scene with colorful flowers.
The people who had returned from the fields were in groups of three to five. Their simple faces were filled with worry and a faint fear. Their footsteps were not easy either. They were filled with the pressure of life and survival. Step by step, they were at a loss and in a daze.
"Damn the Japanese!"
"He deserves to die!"
"How can we live like this!"
"Do I really have to wait for death?"
"I don't understand why the Eighth Route Army ate and drank us in the village but didn't let them stand up for us. If the two devils dare to come over, we'll just kill them. 10 catties today, 20 catties tomorrow, what do you think we are!”The thick-browed young man's eyebrows twitched with hatred, as if he was venting the uncontrollable anger in his heart.
"Yes, Old Ge, your son Ge Feng is getting married. We have been collecting food every two or three days. Have you gathered the betrothal gift? " If not, I think this matter might be ruined…" After saying half a sentence, the kidnapper named Lao Yao glanced at Old Ge, still wanting more.
"Yeah, why don't we let old man Ge plead for us this time?”
"How can that be? The Eighth Route Army and the Japanese are enemies. It's a tough battle when they meet. Where are they going to fight? We're still in Xiaojie Town. Are you going to blow us up into ruins or lure the Japanese and the Japanese over?”" Besides, when have you ever seen the Eighth Route Army fight the Japanese head-on? Which time have they not been full of tricks and surprise attacks, winning a war with fewer people?"”
"Keeper, you're right. Give me some ideas on how to avoid paying the rations.”
"Dream on." The Keeper wasn't full yet, so he didn't even bother to open his eyes. He looked disdainfully at Little Seven, who was running a few steps behind him and tugging at his clothes." Take your claws away. Be careful that my clothes don't tear and blackmail you."”
The Keeper shook his shoulders. Sure enough, the tattered clothes made a soft ripping sound. The blue-gray coarse cloth was a mess. It couldn't be pulled.
The Keeper himself was startled. He glanced at Seven unhappily.
Seven patted the Keeper's clothes to show her respect. She was afraid that the thick-skinned Keeper would try to blackmail her.
The surrounding people didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Only Ge Wangcai's expression was deep in thought.
Time flew by. Due to the geographical environment of Ge Jia Village, other than the monthly routine, every household did not encounter many attacks. There were only rumors that people from other villages were captured and killed when they went to town. Some children were cooked and eaten by passing Japanese devils, and some women were raped by the Japanese and stabbed with daggers. It was a tragic sight.
Such rumors filled every corner of the village, enriching the imagination of the people who were trapped in a small space, but also spreading inexplicable panic.
On a bright spring day, the village was filled with the sound of suona, cymbals, and sheng. It was joyous and filled with cheers. People's laughter was like a tide, almost bursting Ge Wangcai's house. After entering the gate, the courtyard had already been arranged properly. The old-fashioned latticed wooden windows were covered with red paper-cuts. The Jade Emperor's throne in the middle was burning brightly. Yellow wine paper, red cloth saddles, fake bows and arrows were all ready.
Ge Wangcai's brows were locked in anger. It was almost time, but Ge Feng and Dopey Ge couldn't be found. He had already arranged for Little Seven to go and look for them, but they hadn't returned. Could it be that this fool had gone gambling again? It was really infuriating.
Although he was angry, it didn't stop Ge Wangcai from showing a pile of chrysanthemums on his face to everyone who came in. He was beaming with joy as he pulled the person's hand and let them into the inner room. He asked the steward to serve tea and water, prepare melon seeds and peanuts, and give out cigarettes. The guests were all happy.
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