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Chapter Thirteen The Crying Dry Well

 In the village, soldiers from both sides had a tacit understanding and worked together to collect the bodies of the people.

Except for sobbing from time to time, no one made a sound at the scene.

Zheng Yingqi and Li Yunlong searched aimlessly in the village. They only hoped that they would be lucky enough to encounter villagers who had escaped.

In front of a house, they saw several militiamen and civilians lying dead.

Only then did they know the reason why the village was killed. It should be that the village provided shelter to the militiamen.

After the Japs tracked down this place, they discovered that the people here were very anti-Japanese, so they just continued to cause harm to the entire village.

Li Yunlong's teeth were clenching, and there was an uncontrollable anger in his eyes, like an angry lion.

He ignored the existence of the preserved fruit soldiers around him and said angrily:

"This is fucking 45-degree execution-style shooting! They not only killed prisoners, but also targeted civilians!"

"These beasts! If I don't take revenge for this, I swear I won't be a human being!"

Compared to the angry Li Yunlong, Zheng Yingqi still maintained his last sanity because he knew that he might be the last hope for some survivors.

Hard work pays off, and his experience and patience have not failed him.

In the southwest corner of the village, there is a dry well, which was originally responsible for water supply for the surrounding villages.

But as time went by, the well reached the end of its useful life and became a dry well.

After Xiaowang Village was persecuted by the Japanese, although the villagers resisted heroically, cold weapons were almost useless in the face of hot weapons.

In order to save ammunition and find it troublesome, these beasts threw many villagers headfirst into this dry well.

In order to prevent anyone from climbing out, they frantically threw a big stone into the dry well, pinning down all the villagers in the well.

Slowly, the people inside will die due to suffocation and other reasons.

This is a dry well that can cry. Even many veterans can't control their emotions when they see it.

After hearing a faint sound coming from the dry well, Zheng Yingqi immediately called for nearby soldiers to come over and help.

Hearing that there might be survivors, everyone around came to help.

At this time, both sides, regardless of whether they were the Central Army or the Eighth Route Army, had only one identity. They wanted to take revenge on the Chinese who saved their compatriots.

At Zheng Yingqi's insistence, he tied a rope around himself, and the other end of the rope was in Li Yunlong's hand.

With the help of everyone, he made a decisive decision and went down into the well.

At this time, the sun had risen. With the help of the sunlight, Zheng Yingqi saw a large and heavy stone lying across the middle of the dry well.

He shouted to the people on the ground, asking them to hand down some more ropes, and then he carefully tied the ropes to the rocks.

In order to prevent the people under the stone from wasting their little energy by calling for help, he used his gentlest voice to comfort them throughout the process.

But the villagers still couldn't help but let out tiny, desperate cries.

This made Zheng Yingqi feel heartbroken. He reached out and tugged hard on the rope tied to the stone. After making sure it was safe, he shouted to the person above:

"Pull!"

The people who were already prepared immediately used their strength. Due to the weight, Zheng Yingqi was quickly pulled up. The big stone was also pulled out and thrown aside by everyone.

Without any rest, Zheng Yingqi pushed away a recruit who was looking down at the mouth of the well and entered the desperate dry well again.

There were no obstacles to stop him, and he could clearly see the villagers who were thrown into the well upside down.

Those kind-hearted people were pressed into various twisted postures in the well. Even a veteran of many battles, this scene still made his hair stand on end.

After carefully rescuing the villagers at the top, Zheng Yingqi suppressed his anger and sadness. He asked the nearby recruits to stay rational, and then learned the process he just used to rescue the people in the well.

During their efforts to rescue, the accompanying medical soldier from the 217th Regiment had already been waiting at the scene for a long time. He took the trouble to check every villager who was rescued.

But they arrived too late. One night had passed since those beasts arrived at Xiaowang Village.

Most of the people in the well had no breath. They died under the dry well with fear on their faces.

Only a few people persisted, but even if they did not die, they suffered multiple fractures and contusions throughout their bodies.

This hell on earth made the medical soldier who looked down on life and death burst into tears because he knew that even if these people could be cured, they would become insane and become complete lunatics.

The mountains and rivers are in foreign lands, and we are irreconcilable!

Seeing the new recruits working in an orderly manner under the command of their commander, Zheng Yingqi silently came to the battalion commander's side.

The two are in another hellish scene.

Several wooden sticks were strung together with the remains of the militiamen, and they were inserted diagonally into the red-black ground. The marks nearby let the two know that they did not give up resistance even in the end.

As the cold wind blew, Zheng Yingqi spoke first.

"We rescued a few survivors over there. We still have missions and we can't take them away."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the people around him. The battalion commander did not avoid Zheng Yingqi's sight this time. He blushed and hit his chest and promised:

"Don't worry, I will try my best to cure them. If anyone wants to stay in the Central Army, I will accept them. If someone wants to leave, I will pay them travel expenses!"

"Okay, I hope you can do what you say."

After the conversation ended, Zheng Yingqi, who originally turned around to leave to gather with his team members, suddenly stopped and said something seemingly casually.

"In the biggest room in the village, there are a few beasts who are probably still alive. You know, our team has discipline, and we leave it to you."

The originally lifeless Commander of the Preserved Fruit Battalion, as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, immediately led a few recruits to the place Zheng Yingqi mentioned.

After a while, shouts of death and the wails of animals came from the sky above the village.

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Although the original resting place was destroyed, the soldiers had to rest here temporarily.

A night of running around on the mountain road coupled with the activities just now made everyone in this special agent company exhausted physically and mentally.

In the current bad weather, it is reasonable for the trip to be delayed due to something on the road. Even if the Japs from that unit did not report back to the base in time, the other Japs would not immediately go out to find someone.

After arranging the sentry personnel, the soldiers of the special agent company fell into a light sleep.

At noon, members of Group 217 invited Zheng Yingqi and others to have dinner together. Considering that he had a certain friendship with the other party, Zheng Yingqi agreed to bring back the meal prepared by the other party.

Although it is different from what they usually eat, it is good to have something hot to eat in this wilderness.
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