After a night's rest, they got up early the next morning and packed up and rushed to the coastal beach to find out what the current situation was. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

When Hua Jin and the others arrived at the beach, they were stunned by the scene in front of them, and they could vaguely see the original peaceful appearance of this seaside village, but at this time, the houses in the village were almost not intact. There were scorched marks everywhere, and there were white fans hanging in front of the dilapidated door, indicating that a loved one in their family had recently died, and there was a faint cry of grief in the village.

A few people walked over, only to see people with dull expressions either staring blankly at the sky, or just staring into the distance and losing their minds. There was a faint smell of the sea wafting through the air, as well as the gore that had not yet drifted away.

"How can this be?" Xu Shen opened his mouth in surprise when he saw the village in front of him, the information he had heard or seen from any channel before was not enough to describe what they saw in front of them, it turned out that the so-called disaster was like this.

Hua Jin and Hua Qian were much calmer, once upon a time, when they had just left and returned again, they also saw the same village, even worse than this village, where all the villagers were killed and scorched all over the field.

"These widows!" Even Ning Hao's face, which had always had no expression, was a little gritted with resentment at this time, just thinking that most of the people who caused all this tragedy were people from their own country, and he felt that these people were really hateful.

Zhang Pu also saw it for the first time, in fact, he sat in the position of the prefect for several years, the so-called widows, he would get a report every year, and then understand the situation, according to the rules to appease the people, and even open a warehouse to release grain, but never like this, face to face to see the so-called disaster victims. He finally understood what Hua Jin meant when he said that seeing cruelty was a kind of gain. Perhaps, only after seeing what kind of devastation your country is suffering can you let go of the so-called pleasure and assume your own responsibility.

"How can you live in such a house!" Zhang Pu said with a sigh as he looked at these dilapidated and destroyed houses, and there were still people alive.

A dark cloud drifted in the gloomy sky, and a light rain began to fall, and the spring rain slowly fell on each of them, Xu Shen looked at an old woman sitting next to him, and he was still holding a little boy about three years old in his arms. The slightest raindrop fell on them, wetting their clothes, but they could not be exchanged for the private expressions of the two people, they were like a sculpture, and only occasionally from their blinking eyes, you could feel that they were still alive.

"Grandma, it's raining, hold the child and hide!" Xu Shen looked at the old man's gray hair and the child's godless face, and wanted to go over and hug the old man to hide from the rain.

Xu Shen had just approached a little closer, and before he touched the old man, the old man seemed to be frightened, trembling and hugging his child, "It's okay, it's okay, they'll leave in a while, grandma will protect you." ”

The old man's voice is inaudible, in such a stagnant air, but so clear, Hua Jin they only feel that every word of the old man, like a steel needle poked into their hearts, they talk about poetry and painting in Suzhou City all day long, flamboyant and wanton, thinking that one day they will be slaughtered for the officials and benefit the people, but not far from them, there is a group of people who are suffering from disasters, and they turn a deaf ear.

"Little Liu, you are right, we young people have the responsibility to protect our country. What's the use of reading as many books? If we can't protect the people, what's the point of reading those books?" Xu Shen was startled by the old man's movements, stopped his steps, and then, as if unconsciously, hugged his shoulders and hugged himself, his eyes red.

"Of course, it is useful for us to read, we can understand the art of war only when we read books, we can make newer weapons when we read books, and we can make the country stronger only when we read books. Therefore, reading is useful, but reading without a sense of responsibility is meaningless. Hua Jin said in a deep voice.

"They're already good, at least there are still people alive!" Hua Cheng looked around the village, the dilapidated houses, the traces of burning, so desolate in the light drizzle, they could imagine how calm and serene this village must have been before it was attacked by the Japanese pirates. There should also be such a family, with young parents and lovely children, who fish for a living, during the day the man goes out to sea to fish, and the woman weaves fishing nets at home, and after catching the fish, the man diligently sends it to the market to sell and earn the living expenses of the family, so common, so ordinary happiness.

But all this is gone, because of the Japanese Bandits, there is a group of people who infringe on their own interests for their own benefit. And the people who go to the correspondents. The tragedy of this village and of any village was caused by the Japanese and the Japanese people, and even more so by those who did not act, all of which caused the current tragedy.

Hua Cheng's words reminded everyone present that they were now on the coast of Changshu County, and this was a county they had heard of that was relatively lightly affected before, so what about the situation of Taicang and Zhaowen, which were more severely affected?

"These bastards!" Xu Shen couldn't help but scold, losing his physique as a literati for the first time, but his swearing didn't let anyone scold him, because this was what all of them wanted to scold.

"You're here too?" Several people stood here, feeling a kind of desperate depression and desolation, and then they heard Li Zhiyuan's voice behind them.

Li Zhiyuan was still leading a group of soldiers, and they were pushing carts, which had some thick quilts and food. When he arrived, he instructed the soldiers to distribute the food.

Li Zhiyuan himself walked to Huajin and them, "You have never seen it before, this village is not bad." Some people were more vigilant at night, discovered the traces of the Japanese robbers, and hid the children and the elderly in advance, so that so many people could survive. ”

"So what? What are those bad villages like!" Xu Shen and Li Zhiyuan had met a few times in Suzhou City before, and they were not strangers, and at this time, looking at Li Zhiyuan, he could actually say with an indifferent face that this village is okay, and couldn't help but ask in a harsh voice.

In their opinion, this village has long lost its strength and hope, if such a village is considered to be okay, what should it be like that?

"It's not good, it's not good, it's natural, there's nothing, there's nothing left. Li Zhiyuan is still very indifferent, he has seen too much.

(To be continued.) )