At noon, when people returned home, they did not have time to eat and ran to Zhuang Beili. " Zhuang Beili killed someone. The devil killed two people." People shouted, ran, and cried.
Ah Hui also followed the others to the east canal. It was an open flat land between the new tomb and the Xia family's tomb. The crops in the fields were sparse and weak. There were many people gathered there, some from the Xia Manor, and some from the Outer Manor. Some of them were wailing, while others were silently wiping their tears. Ah Hui didn't follow closely behind. She saw a man lying flat on the ground about four to five meters away. Lying there, the wound on his stomach was bleeding. He was already dead. People just surrounded them and waited for their family members to come. The other had already been carried away. This was the first time that the little Ah Hui had seen the tragic scene of a young man being killed. It was so terrifying. That kind of sorrow and hatred was really indescribable. Big Brother Zhang Fengge, who was already in the Eighth Route Army, stood on a high slope and looked at everything in front of him. He held the box gun tightly in his hand and silently…
One of the deceased was Junling, and the other was Changli. They were all in their twenties, and Changli was the commander of the militia in the village. That morning, in the village office, someone said that the Japanese horse team might have arrived at Cai Village. The village had to be prepared to run and not be careless. Changli said,"Find two people to watch over the old tomb first. Once the Japanese horse team comes out of Cai Village, send a message to the village. It won't be too late to run away." He had been running around for the past few days. His wife and children were exhausted.”Xia Zongfeng said,"It's fine to send two people to observe first. If there's any movement, send a message." However, when the time came, the old and the young would not be able to escape! It's better to run first and observe if there's nothing else." Everyone said that Xia Zongfeng was right. There were indeed a few times in the past few days where he ran around blindly. However, it was better to believe in the existence of the Japanese than to not believe in them. If they were really trapped, it would be too late to regret.
Therefore, the village officials first organized the masses and students to run into the Dongtuo Forest. At the same time, he sent Changli and Junling to the old grave to observe and keep watch. Changli also had a grenade in his waist. Xia Zongfeng said that she didn't want them to bring it, afraid that they wouldn't be able to run fast. Chang Li said,"" It's fine. I managed to run out even with the 100-pound bag. If we really encounter a situation, this thing can blow up one of them and make a profit by blowing up two." However, the young man's legs were fast. The Zhang family's old tomb was 400 meters long, 200 meters wide, and more than 20 meters above the ground. There was a mound protruding from the middle of the tomb. It looked like a single-humped camel, two miles away from the village. Changli and Junling soon arrived at the old grave. Climbing up the old grave and climbing the slow slope was all white sand, so it was very difficult to walk. When they climbed to the top of the grave, the Japanese horse team was also climbing up from the north slope. The scene that Ah Hui saw on the big tree in Dongtuo was exactly like this: " The horse team was slowly climbing up the grave in a straight line, and the horse's head was bouncing up and down with their footsteps." When the two young men saw the Japanese cavalry coming up, they turned around and ran back. There was no place to hide in the bare old grave. When the Japanese reached the top of the grave, they saw the two people running and chased after them. No matter how fast a man ran, he was not as fast as a horse. When Changli and Junling ran to the east canal, the Japanese horse team caught up with them. Several large horses surrounded them. They stopped.
" What are you guys doing? the interpreter asked.
"The farmer, pull the grass from the old grave."
Changli and Junling wanted to deceive the Japanese like this. He didn't expect the Japanese soldiers to search him with knives. There was nothing in Junling. He searched Changli, unbuttoned his shirt, and found a grenade on his belt. The alert Japanese soldiers immediately perked up, and Changli also wanted to pull the grenade. However, he was a farmer after all. Before the bullet cover was opened, the sharp knife that was originally aimed at his stomach had penetrated his body. Changli fell into a pool of blood. Although nothing was found on Junling, because he ran with Changli, the sharp knife of the devil also stabbed him and stabbed him three times in the stomach. The two young men were killed in the East Canal.
This Japanese cavalry team was a small cavalry unit of the Japanese army in the stronghold of the city. They were a group of murderers. They often came out to carry out sweeping missions, hunting and killing along the way. This time, he first went to the small water slope and killed more than ten commoners. Later, he went to Jin Village and burned down five houses. Then he went to Xia Village through Cai Village. The Japanese infantry arrived at the places where the cavalry had passed and continued to capture people, burn them, and further eliminate them. The Japanese soldiers regarded killing people as their "victory". If they killed two people without entering the village, there would definitely be a greater "victory" in the village. Therefore, not long after the cavalry left Changli and Junling's bodies, the Japanese infantry arrived. They split up into four groups and entered the village from the east, west, south, and north, searching every house. However, the Japanese searched from the east to the west, from house to house, but not only did they not find the eight roads, they did not even see a person. Every family has an empty city. In the end, they only found seven or eight old ladies in Ah Hui's dilapidated little room. Grandma was in her seventies. She had small feet and wore boots. The soles of her boots were made of wood. Grandma was the only person in the village who did not run away from the enemy. Because she couldn't run away, she wasn't afraid of the Japanese. Every time the devil entered the village, she would not leave her hut. She would sit on the Kang and spin the spinning wheel as if nothing had happened. The Japanese also thought that Grandma was so old that no matter what happened, her existence could not help them or hinder them, so they ignored her. Therefore, even though the Japanese had entered the village many times, she had come over as if nothing had happened. Because Grandma was not afraid of the devil, those who were afraid of the devil but could not escape loved to hide in Grandma's hut. Most of them were old ladies, but there were also young women with children. With more people, they had more courage and more ideas. If the Japanese soldiers came, it would be easier to deal with them. At this moment, these old ladies were sitting on Grandma's brick bed, filling the entire brick bed. They didn't say anything or laugh. Their expressions were stiff and serious. They instinctively knew that the Japanese soldiers had entered the courtyard. They were prepared to deal with everything that was about to happen. They were nervous, but they were not afraid.
Two Japanese soldiers entered the house with guns. As the house was small and there were seven or eight old ladies sitting in it, only one or two more people could enter. The rest were in the courtyard. When the Japanese soldier saw the room full of old ladies, he also felt that it was quite interesting. Why were they all so old? But when he finally saw someone, he said," Is there an eight-way route?
"We're already seventy or eighty years old. Why are we still crawling?”the old ladies interrupted.
I'm asking if there's an eight-way road in the village." The Japanese soldier gestured with his hand.
No, there's only one road in our village."
The Japanese soldiers came out of the house. The few of them discussed it in the courtyard. They felt that these old ladies were muddle-headed and there was nothing they could do. After staying for a while, he left the Xia Manor. After the Japanese soldiers left, the people who ran out of the village came back one after another.
The burial of the two martyrs caused Xia Zhuang to sink into incomparable grief. Xia Zongfeng cried until her nose was covered in snot and tears. As she cried, she said," It's all my fault. If I didn't ask them to go, how could they…" The two families and four women suffered the biggest blow. The two young wives were heartbroken. For the next few days, she did not eat or sleep, and she cried non-stop as if she had lost her soul. People tried to comfort them,"Those of us who were killed died, but those who weren't killed couldn't die too! If that's the case, who will avenge the dead?" Later, they joined the village women's rescue team and made shoes and sewed clothes for the Eighth Route Army. Junling's mother was a tall and robust middle-aged woman. She liked to grow flowers. There was a bouquet of towel flowers in front of her window. In spring, red, white, and yellow flowers bloomed among the green leaves. They were very beautiful. All the children in the village went to her house to see the flowers. After Junling's death, she lost her mind. She messed up the flowers with a stick and then got rid of them. There was no longer a smile on her face, nor did she speak. She was in a daze all day. Changli's mother was originally talkative and smiling, but she suddenly became silent. Her yellow and white face was filled with sorrow and grief. Her second son, Xia Changmu, had already joined the Eighth Route Army. After Changli was killed, in order to avenge her eldest son, she asked her third son to join the army.
Changli and Junling were killed, causing the grieving Xia Zhuang to sink into extreme terror. However, misfortune never came alone. Not long after, an even greater terror suddenly struck Xia Manor. Due to the frequent mopping-up by the Japanese army, the sanitary conditions and living environment in the villages were very poor, resulting in the outbreak of plague and the spread of malaria.
There are three wells in Xiazhuang. The illness first happened in Xia Zongbao's house, where he ate Xijing water. First, it was Xia Zongbao's father, then Xia Zongbao and his wife. Within three days, all three of them died. Xia Zongbao's mother, a 60-year-old woman, and his four or five-year-old daughter were the only ones left in the family. Xia Zongbao was in his thirties. He was tall, had big eyes, and was upright and kind. He was also an influential figure in the village. His death was a huge shock to the village.
Then, on the well in the middle, in Xia Changrui's courtyard in the north of the road. Junlou's parents and Junyu's father were both in their forties. They died after a few days of illness. In less than ten days, his brother, sister-in-law, and a niece all died.
This disease had an acute onset, spread quickly, and had a high mortality rate. Moreover, there was no doctor or medicine, and people did not have the knowledge to protect themselves. The sudden death of so many people terrified everyone. When someone died, no one dared to come forward except those who were close to them. The situation of burying the sister-in-law of Changzi was the most miserable: On the street, a few people were carrying a small broken cabinet. Half of the woman's legs were exposed, and a girl around 13 or 14 years old followed behind her three or four meters away. Wearing a filial gown, she cried as she walked. She was the eldest daughter of the deceased and the only person who sent her mother off. She was tall and had long hair. She looked healthy. However, after burying his mother, he came back sick and died a few days later.
Ah Hui's grandmother sat on the brick bed every day to spin. But when the people from the west got sick, Grandma's spinning wheel stopped spinning. She thought that West End's illness might have something to do with drinking water. Therefore, she tied a rope to the small bucket at home. He took it to the east well where the people at the east end drank water. She sat on the platform of the well and watched the people come to fetch water.
Don't hit him directly. Use this to hit him before pouring it in." Grandma handed him the bucket
"Why?"
"Just hit them directly. I'm afraid they'll wash the dirty things into the well!”
In this way, Grandma's small bucket became a public item. She watched every day until the disaster was over. No one in the east of the Xia Manor who ate the water from the East Well was infected or killed.
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