Under the cold moonlight, more than a dozen corpses of eighth-way ragged bodies were quietly lying in a pool of blood. Their previous courage and anger disappeared with their lives because of death.

There were wild dogs wandering around them, as if they wanted to go up and chew, but they were also afraid of the majesty of these humanoid creatures that had been a long time ago as their masters, and they did not dare to step forward for a moment.

The smell of blood in the air is extremely strong.

Zhang Ran, who thought he had killed the Japanese and was not afraid of these things, looked at the corpses and felt his hair standing upside down, and his stomach was even more overwhelming.

It's not that I'm afraid of death.

He really couldn't imagine how desolate it would be like these soldiers who didn't know their names, like those who didn't know their names, how sad it would be if he was dead.

Zhang Ran walked through these corpses and jumped, looking like a ghost witch jumping under the moon. If someone saw it, he would be scared to death.

But there is no one in the village.

I heard that there were ghosts, and all the villagers fled into the mountain. They should not have the courage to come back in a short period of time.

Of course, Zhang Ran was not a big god. He was lucky enough to try to wear it back.

After a long struggle, I got nothing except panting myself.

"It seems that I can't go back..."

Zhang Ran wanted to cry without tears. Although it might be as expected that he could not go back, when the iron-like fact was placed in front of him, he still couldn't help but feel sad and almost cried.

According to the plan that he had planned in the afternoon, Zhang Ran was about to leave for Yanggou Town.

That is where he participated in poverty alleviation work, and for several years he has known every tree and grass there.

Moreover, Yanggou Town is located in a mountainous area, with high mountains and dense forests along the way. More than a dozen villages under its jurisdiction are scattered in the mountains within a radius of dozens of miles. From one village to another, with two legs, maybe you can set out from the morning when you open your eyes, and it may not be possible to reach it until it gets dark.

The unique geographical environment has always been extremely poor in Yanggou Town, so all forces are too lazy to get involved.

According to records that Zhang Ran once saw in county history, even when the war situation came to a stalemate and the Japanese began to consolidate the territory behind the enemy, there were few records of Japanese entering and leaving Yanggou Village. Even the Eighth Route Army, which was despised as only knowing how to drill in mountains, began to develop this area into a base area after 39 years.

Although living people in places like Yanggou Town are like soaked in bitter water, and they can't see the day they can make their way.

But in this chaotic era, it is a good place to hide!

It’s not a good life, but it’s not a big problem to survive.

However, seeing the wild dogs that were wandering, Zhang Ran had to give up the idea of ​​leaving immediately, but went to the village to find a hoe, and prepared to bury these unknown Eighth Route Army soldiers first.

It has nothing to do with kindness and compassion, but out of respect. These brave guys are worth burying him for a while.

At the same time, it is Zhang Ran who has accumulated some good deeds for himself. If he gets into a wilderness one day, he also hopes that someone will be willing to spend some effort to bury himself instead of being gnawed by a wild dog.

When I was in poverty alleviation, I went to the village to inspect the work, and there were always people secretly saying strange things about the Japanese entering the village behind my back.

But those common people's words are more ridiculous.

But when you see the tragic situation in the village, Zhang Ran deeply understood what it is really called the Japanese entering the village!

The Japanese not only snatched away any poultry and animal things from the village, but also the remaining things they couldn't take away, and these beasts were unwilling to let go of the water tank, smashed it, broke it, and the food they couldn't take away was piled up and burned...

Even those dirty, ragged clothes, quilts, mattresses, etc. can be thrown into the pit!

These things are nothing to rich people, but for these miserable people, they are all their belongings!

"I only now understand what it means to lose all my conscience!"

Holding a handful of hoe that I finally found, I was digging a hole with a slightly longer hoe. I was so hungry that I could only sniff the burnt food to relieve my hunger, Zhang Ran couldn't help but curse. He thought to himself that he didn't know whether the Chinese had dug up the ancestral graves of the Japanese family's ancestors or slept with the 18th generation of women in their family. These guys were so harmful to others!

It was very cold, but the tools were not handy.

It took several hours to get tired and sweaty Zhang Ran dug the tomb pit, then carried the bodies of the Eighth Route Army over and put them into the pit layer by layer.

Finally finished his work, Zhang Ran felt that he should say something or erect a monument.

But in the end he just sighed and started filling the soil, trying not to look at the corpses at the bottom. He just hoped that in the future, if he was really violent in the wilderness, the guy who buried himself would spend more effort to dig a bigger hole for himself. If he had to bury himself with many people, he would never put himself at the bottom and be suppressed by a bunch of people.

Just thinking about it, he felt very uncomfortable.

But he really didn't have the strength to dig a bigger hole for these Eighth Route Army soldiers who deserved a bigger tomb!

"Damn it, I'm crushing me to death..."

An Eighth Route Army soldier at the bottom of the pit suddenly opened his eyes and shouted at Zhang Ran.

"Oh my god..."

Zhang Ran was so scared that he was all shattered. He screamed and fell to the sky. His head slammed into the tree beside him, and tears burst out from the pain.

The sky is already white and it is almost dawn.

"It turns out that I'm dreaming..."

Zhang Ran, who was scared into cold sweat, looked around, touched the cold sweat from his spine, and stood up and moved his hands and feet tremblingly.

I walked for the middle of the night last night and stopped until I was so tired. Unexpectedly, after having such a dream, I was so scared that I was half-dead.

Decades later, it took only an hour to drive from Maling Village to Yanggou Town.

But now, Zhang Ran climbed the mountain and walked until the second half of the night of another day before he saw the location of Yanggou Town.

Yanggou Village is not as big as a town decades later, but a small village with only a dozen or twenty households.

Because it is located in a must-pass place for more than a dozen villages, you can go to the plains in a few hours after going out here. There are more and more people from the founding of the country, and finally the town was built directly.

Zhang Ran, who was hungry, walked into the town like cotton on his feet, and then looked around and knocked on the door of one of the relatively good-looking houses, preparing to make some food first.

"Damn it, fight the Japanese..."

"Be careful that he has a gun on hand..."

"Get around first, don't run away for this bastard!"

"I have noticed you, a little Japanese, sneaky, hurt Maling Village, and want to harm our Yanggou Village? Young and old men, today we must make this little Japanese come and go..."

Just as Zhang Ran reached out his hand, a strange scream like thunder suddenly sounded around him. Countless people rushed out in a scattered manner, holding various things in their hands, sickle, kitchen knife, hoe, and fork, grinning at him with anger and eagerness, and grinning at him with a little fear.

devil?

Zhang Ran was also shocked, and then he lowered his head and understood what was going on.

I thought he didn't wear much to participate in the performance, but in order to keep warm, he put on the yellow military uniform that he had pulled off from the Japanese, and this misunderstanding came about.

But he could not tell these villagers that he had been from decades and he didn't know how he came.

If that were the case, Zhang Ran would definitely not have been beaten to death by a Japanese man, and he would have to be taken to Shenhe as a ghost!

"I'm not a Japanese, I'm the Eighth Route Army!" Zhang Ran screamed.

"Eighth Route Army?"

The villagers were stunned. When they heard him bringing his local dialect, they relaxed their vigilance and began to whisper.

A few days ago, the Eighth Route Army of Maling Village died of many people in a war with the Japanese. Many villagers also heard about it, so they wrote Zhang Ran a little bit, then looked at one of the thin old men with a goatee, and whispered: "Principal, what do you think?"
Chapter completed!