A depressed and dilapidated village on the north side of Gaoyou City exuded a chill in the morning mist, and the corpses of villagers hanging from tree trunks in front of the village had been dried by the air, and the broken strips of cloth swayed in the wind.

"There are no devils and two dogs."

A Chinese soldier with dirty and tattered clothes tensed his face, poked out half of his head from behind a ridge and observed for a while, then lowered his voice and gestured behind him.

Soon, messy and heavy footsteps sounded, and more than thirty unkempt and haggard Chinese soldiers came out of the artemisia grass they were hiding in.

They were covered in scars, many of them were wearing rotten straw sandals in the freezing weather, and their feet were covered in blood, and they looked extremely weak.

The row of air-dried corpses hanging from tree trunks at the entrance of the village had completely rotted and were the corpses of some villagers, men, women and children.

Seeing these hanging and swaying corpses, the footsteps of this group of weak Chinese soldiers paused slightly, but there was no slightest emotional fluctuation on their numb and empty faces, and they glanced at them as if they were fleeing and hurried into the village.

They have seen too many such scenes along the way, and at the beginning they would be angry and hateful, but now they are completely numb.

The little devils and the puppet army carried out brutal repression and sweeps against the villagers who supported the Chinese troops, often massacring entire villages.

The corpses of these slaughtered villagers are hung to intimidate the surrounding villagers and the local guerrillas, who try to intimidate the resistance forces in this bloody way and break their fighting spirit.

But the devil made a mistake, China's thousands of years of culture have been inherited, and countless times in the face of foreign slaughter, they have never bowed their heads, and now how can they lower their heads.

The more bloody the repression and massacre of the devils, the more they provoked the resistance of the Chinese people and soldiers, because hatred was already buried deep in their hearts.

The honest farmer on weekdays also began to fight with the little devil with weapons, and in front of the devil, they looked docile as if they were Mianyang.

But once they encounter a lone little devil, they will definitely attack it in groups, so that the devil soldiers continue to disappear.

Every time a lone little devil goes missing, the commander of the devil will be angry with the nearby villages, and will pull some suspected suspects to kill, but it is still difficult to curb their disappearance.

It's like a vicious circle, the more devils kill, the more fierce the resistance of the Chinese people becomes, and as a result, many areas are slaughtered into no man's land.

"Everyone is looking around to see if there's anything to eat."

Luo Feng, the acting company commander, weakly ordered several lightly wounded officers and soldiers to look for food, and he took the seriously wounded to find a room that had not been destroyed, and sat down to rest limply.

They broke through after being scattered under Gaoyou City, and at the beginning they followed the first guerrilla commander General Ma Yuren to storm Gaoyou City, although the attack was frustrated, but the devils were not comfortable.

But just as they were about to launch a night attack on the devils, their guerrilla headquarters was attacked by a group of powerful devils, and the attack came from behind them.

Half of the guard battalion of the guerrilla command was killed in the battle of half an hour, and their commander, General Ma Yuren, was also martyred.

Although Luo Feng and other troops who turned back to reinforce desperately wanted to keep the little devils who attacked their headquarters and avenge the sacrifice of General Ma Yuren.

But the strength of that little devil was too strong, and they lost more than 200 brothers and couldn't stop each other, and finally let the other party break through calmly.

As the command structure of the first guerrilla force was attacked by the devils, the troops in the devil's city launched a counteroffensive, and the two sides fought a bloody battle under the city for two days, and the guerrilla troops finally lost their strength and were forced to retreat.

In the process of retreating, they encountered an ambush by a brigade of the puppet army, so that the guerrilla troops retreating from under Gaoyou City suffered heavy losses and had to break through separately.

When all theaters were carrying out large-scale counteroffensives against the little devils, the battle under the city of Gaoyou had ended, and the guerrilla forces ended in complete defeat.

Luo Feng and his small army, which had been fighting bloodily for several days, forcibly tore a bloody road in the ambush of the puppet army, and gathered some stragglers along the way, with more than 100 people at the most.

However, in the battle with the pursuing puppet army, after several battles, the remaining more than 30 people are all scarred, and they are hungry and have no combat effectiveness.

They were originally troops from the south of the Jiangsu region, but now they are being chased by the puppet army and the puppet army's search troops, and they no longer know where they have gone.

And these villages and towns along the way are either guarded by puppet troops or burned to the ground, so that they can't find a place to ask for directions.

Seeing that there was a village here, they couldn't care about anything now, so they wanted to look around the village to see if they could find something to fill their stomachs.

The village was in ruins and dead silence, with blackened ruins everywhere, and the lightly wounded were scrambled through the rubble, searching for anything they could eat.

But this place has been brutally swept by the Japanese puppet army, it can be said that there are no people and animals left, they rummaged through several rice tanks, all of which are empty.

"Your mother's little devil, you won't even leave us a grain of food......"

Some of the lightly wounded let out a desperate roar and kicked the rice jar over, trying to vent fiercely, if they could not find food, they would not freeze to death and starve to death.

"There's something!" While the brother was holding his head in despair, one of the brothers saw a wooden plank under the overturned rice jar.

The Chinese people have suffered so much that they have also learned to hide their things, to hide their most precious things.

Several of the wounded soldiers of the guerrillas had surprise in their eyes and hurriedly removed the planks from the small cellar where the grain was stored.

Soon they found about fifty or sixty catties of rice, and when they saw this bag of rice, their gray faces were rejuvenated, and some people cried with joy.

"Let's go, let's get it and cook it."

Hungry, they couldn't wait to eat, they had forgotten the last time they ate.

"This is the food that the villagers have hidden, if we eat it, they will come back and not eat, maybe they will starve to death." There were wounded who stopped the practice of taking them all.

Someone scoffed at the idea of leaving food: "Don't you see, all the people in the village have been killed by the devils, and there are no living people." ”

"Who says there are no more people alive, in case there are people who are hiding, or who escape in advance, we can't do everything, we must leave half of it." Some wounded people dragged food bags and argued.

In the stalemate of everyone, Luo Feng, the acting company commander, came over when he heard the sound of the quarrel, and saw the food bags in everyone's hands, and his face was full of blood and blackened.

"Leave half of it and hide it, and take out the other half and cook it." Luo Feng thought for a moment before making a decision.

Seeing that the acting company commander had spoken, the wounded soldiers stopped arguing, looked for a wooden barrel, and poured out half of the rice.

The other half was put back in the cellar, and the empty rice jar was put back on the cover, and the original state was restored, and then he hurriedly left with the rice in the barrel.

Soon, smoke rose from the village, and the sweetness of rice filled the village with the sound of boiling water, and hungry stragglers swallowed saliva one by one around the iron pot in which the rice was cooked.