After walking out of the New Regiment's station, Ma Xiaojun stopped and looked at the entrance of the village! He had indescribable feelings and complicated emotions for the New Regiment.

'Perhaps this is reluctance! The emotions of comrades who have experienced life and death make people don't want to look back, but they can't help but look back.'

But he still had to leave. Ma Xiaojun was not allowed to spend more time feeling emotional about staying. He still had his own tasks and things he should do.

"Little scholar! I heard that you have become the captain of the militia. Don't forget to come and see the new regiment in the future." The sentry shouted.

Ma Xiaojun stood at attention, saluted with a military salute, then turned and left.

"This kid doesn't want to leave." The sentry looked at Ma Xiaojun and whispered.

"Being a militiaman and fighting guerrillas is better than being in the army! With the skills of a young scholar, he will definitely survive." Another sentry responded in a low voice.

The winter sun is not very warm, even though it is close to noon! The cold wind is still howling, and the earth is vast.

At this time, when it was not a war, the Japanese were all holed up in the county town and the forts.

There are fewer ghosts in and out, and some ordinary people dare to come out for some air! Sparse people can also be seen on the road.

People who meet him will greet Ma Xiaojun affectionately and call him: "Comrade of the Eighth Route Army."

He even handed Ma Xiaojun some food, such as egg pancakes and the like.

Among the common people, except for those who wear the uniform of the Eighth Route Army, they have this kind of treatment, which makes them feel friendly.

But the Japanese will hide, and they will hide when they see the Jinsui Army.

The military discipline of the Eighth Route Army is not false, and the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army are all soldiers of the common people, not to mention casually! This feeling makes Ma Xiaojun feel extremely comfortable.

‘In my previous life, I was also a soldier of the people, and I fought against the flood that year! I held the warm and hesitant hands of my fathers and fellow villagers, and felt the hopeful eyes.’ Ma Xiaojun thought.

He felt this feeling again in the face of disaster! Every time the people here saw him, their eyes were full of kindness and hope! There was also hesitation in this war.

"Little brother, I'm back in the army. It's noon and I'm here to have some pancakes to keep warm." The old man carrying a cloth bag took out a pancake from his arms and handed it to Ma Xiaojun.

Ma Xiaojun looked at him with a smile and responded: "Uncle, I'm not hungry."

The old man smiled with wrinkles on his face. He was wearing a shabby cotton coat with many patches! There was a cloth belt tied around his waist.

With a strong peasant flavor, the appearance of this old man reminded Ma Xiaojun of his grandfather in his previous life when he was a child.

Simple and honest.

"Here! You guys are growing tall, so you can't go hungry. My fourth boy is also in the Eighth Route Army unit, called Siwazi Yangcun Independent Regiment.

Our old man’s five sons, the second and fourth sons, have all become eighths! We look at you all as if you were our own children.

My second son was a platoon leader in the Independent Regiment and died in the last battle.

My second baby is a hero who fights against Japanese invaders, so the villagers are very respectful to me.

But we know that there are many children in the village who are on the eighth street, and our children have gone their own way." The old man murmured after handing Ma Xiaojun the pancake.

He missed his second son, and as he spoke, he smiled as if he had seen his second son's smile that day when he joined the Eighth Route Army.

I saw him cursing when he took his fourth son to the army that day, and he said, "Dad! Don't worry about this naughty fourth son, we will definitely take care of him."

Ma Xiaojun bit into the rough pancake, chewing one bite after another and said, "Master, are you going to the county seat?"

"Go to the Independent Group to see the four children. Our eldest child worked hard to become a shopkeeper in the county town when he was a child. We have extra food at home.

These thirty kilograms of white flour are given to the troops." The old man smiled happily and patted the cloth bag on his back.

Ma Xiaojun looked at the brown cake in his hand. This cake was steamed with wheat bran and cornmeal mixed with it. It could be seen that the old man's life was like other people's belt-tightening.

Ma Xiaojun ate the last bite of the pancake and said with a smile: "Master, your trip is in vain. Our Eighth Route Army does not take advantage of the common people.

Even if we are short of military rations, we will still use money to buy them, and we will not take them for nothing.”

"Why don't we give it to our own son!?" The uncle was unhappy after hearing Ma Xiaojun's words.

"Sure! I'm the captain of the Yangcun Army, and I'll go with you." Ma Xiaojun responded.

Facing hope, Ma Xiaojun understood the old man's feelings for the Eighth Route Army.

"This time I went to the Independent Regiment to see our boys, and by the way, I also saw what the boys in the army were lacking.

Xiu Qin is the women's director of the county brigade. It's winter and she's planning to organize the villagers to make some cotton shoes to warm the feet of the soldiers.

We also have a mission this time." The old man said with a proud face.

Being able to perform the task, the old man felt very proud of himself.

‘Xiu Qin!? It can’t be our aunt, right?’ Ma Xiaojun said in his heart.

"Then we have to go with you, we are just on the way! When you arrive at Tianjiacun, it will be the territory of our independent group.

There are enemy gun towers on the road which are not very safe, we can protect you." Ma Xiaojun said.

"That's great! If you can be a militia captain, you are very capable. This is the first time we have seen such a young militia captain." The old man chuckled.

This sounds like you don't believe it.

Ma Xiaojun scratched his head and said, "Master, don't believe it! We are from the regular army, and we have been veterans for a year or two! We have fought several big battles and made meritorious deeds."

"What a good boy, he has a lot of potential! My fourth child is the same age as you. He just joined the Eighth Route Army. He also killed Japanese soldiers when he was in the militia." The old man smiled proudly and praised.

Snapped!

A gunshot echoed in the wilderness, and a bullet penetrated the old man's chest.

Ma Xiaojun stared at it with wide eyes. He was stunned for a moment! After this moment of daze, he immediately reacted and hugged the fallen old man.

Ma Xiaojun dragged the old man to a tunnel to cover himself. At this moment, he looked at the dying old man, and his back teeth were almost broken.

He was fine just now, but why was he suddenly shot?

Ma Xiaojun was so angry that he covered the old man's bleeding chest and sobbed: "Hold on, hold on! I will take you away after I take care of the enemy."

Ma Xiaojun stood up immediately as he spoke, but was grabbed by the old man! He took out a letter from his arms with his other hand.

Ma Xiaojun squatted down and took the blood-stained envelope.

The old man said weakly: "No way! This is an important letter to the county brigade and to the independent regiment.

The thirty kilograms of white flour must be sent over with you.

Baby! Tell the fourth baby to fight the Japanese properly and avenge his mother, his second brother, and his sister for me!"

The old man's eyes softened, filled with endless unwillingness and hatred.

"Ah... you damn little devil..." Ma Xiaojun clenched the envelope and put it in his pocket, roaring and jumping out of the pit.

Snapped!

A bullet flew past Ma Xiaojun, but Ma Xiaojun jumped and turned over to avoid it, staring at a Japanese soldier exposed in the tunnel in the distance.

The Japanese soldier wearing a helmet did not shoot Ma Xiaojun dead. He was stunned for a moment and then suddenly stood up and took aim at Ma Xiaojun.

However, before the Japs could shoot, Ma Xiaojun had already pulled the trigger while moving quickly.

Snapped!

Bang!

The bullet ejected from the barrel of the gun, and the next moment it penetrated the Japanese soldier's helmet.

The Japs stared in disbelief and fell down.
Chapter completed!