Twilight is approaching, the iron-gray sky is gray and dilapidated, the cold wind whirls from under Gaoyou City, and the rolled up smoke and dead leaves are like butterflies, flapping on the thin bodies of the young people from time to time.

The brutal fighting left the fortress built by the devils outside the city in ruins, and dark red blood stains wrapped in shrapnel were everywhere.

The little devil has not yet recovered from the vicious battle, and needs to rest and recover, and the puppet army has been sent out to search for those scattered guerrilla officers and soldiers, so the hard work of repairing the fortifications and trenches falls on the people.

There are strict rules in the devil's infantry drill code, so they are also very rigid, almost wherever they go, their fortifications will be repaired.

In the past, it was their engineering units that repaired themselves, but now their troops are stretched thin, and they can only recruit Chinese people to repair them.

In the face of the devil's bayonet and the intimidation and threat of the maintenance association, the poor people of China naturally did not dare to comply, so they could only leave their warm homes and come to the cold wind to build trenches for the devils.

These recruited civilians knew that they were helping the devils build trenches against their own troops, and that they would inflict serious casualties on their own troops.

But there are devils next to them, and the slightest snubbing will usher in the butt of the gun and punches and kicks, and they have to fix the devil hard, but they have scolded the devil in their hearts I don't know how many times.

Although the battlefield has been cleaned, some corpses buried underneath will still be found when the trenches that have collapsed are cleared.

Many of the corpses belonged to the guerrilla officers and soldiers, most of them were blown to pieces, and the people quietly hid these shattered arms and legs on their backs, and waited until the night to find a place to bury them, which was the only thing they could do.

The devil soldiers with bayonets were vicious and arrogant, although there were only two detachments of more than 20 people in the devil soldiers who supervised the young men on the battlefield, scattered and scattered, but they had guns.

Although there were hundreds of people recruited from the neighborhood, they were still afraid of the devils with guns, because they were unarmed.

The scrawny young men suffered from a long lack of food and clothing, which led to their malnutrition, and the devil made them work, but only gave them two meals of gruel, and after a day of work, they were already hungry.

Seeing that it was getting dark, the young men were getting slower and slower because of exhaustion and hunger, and their eyes glanced at the temporary camp in the distance from time to time.

On the edge of the shack over there, a steaming cauldron was boiling gruel, which was the dinner of the young men, who smelled the fragrance and were even hungrier.

"You're here!"

The little devil also wanted to finish the work early and go back to the city to rest, constantly kicking and scolding these young men who were staggering in the cold wind, urging them to work faster, they were already a little impatient.

From time to time, young men who moved a little slowly were hit by the butt of the little devil's gun, and blood was flowing on their heads, but in the face of the devil's fierce eyes, they dared not speak.

"Eight Ga Ya Road!"

A short little devil with a handful of black hair under his nose saw a thin young man who was slow and rushed up with the butt of a gun.

The heavy butt of the gun smashed on his back, and the young man was smashed to the ground with a cry of pain, and the dirt on his shoulder also spilled out on his side.

The devil cursed fiercely, and he kicked down with a few kicks, kicking the young man and wailing.

"Lazy work, punishment!"

The devil's mouth spoke cold, dry and hard Chinese, and kicked the thin young man until he vomited blood in his mouth.

The devil didn't want to be frozen in the foreign office where the cold wind was howling, if he wanted to kill the chickens and make an example of the monkeys, he would deter the rest of the young people to speed up.

The little devils around them also noticed the situation here, but they also looked away after just one glance, because they were used to it.

Because they knew that even though there were hundreds of these young men and there were only about twenty of them, these meek and sheep-like young men still did not pose any threat to them.

But anyone who wanted to rebel against them would have joined the guerrillas or been captured and killed by them in the sweep, and what remained was the so-called good people.

In the eyes of the little devils, these so-called good people are born soft eggs and cowards, and they look down on them in their eyes, so they can also bully unscrupulously.

In fact, it is true, they rob these good people of their money, bully and beat them at will, and tease them, and they seem to have nothing but laughter.

Steeped in China's thousands of years of traditional culture, most of the Chinese people have inherited and carried forward the tradition of kindness and simplicity, and their ancestors have taught them from generation to generation that harmony is precious, and kindness to others.

So even if they encounter the bayonet of the little devil now, they still feel that as long as they are kind and don't provoke the little devil, the little devil will definitely not trouble them.

Even if the little devils robbed them of their finances and bullied them, they will reflect on whether they have done something wrong at the first time, or put the responsibility on those who are soldiers, if the soldiers resist, the little devils will not bully them.

For these Chinese people who live at the bottom without culture and without the concept of a country and nation, clothing, food, housing and transportation have almost become their whole life, and they work hard all their lives just to survive.

As for whether the sun flag or the blue sky and white sun flag are planted at the head of the city, there is not much difference for them, but the grain handed in is just a change of object, and they can still continue to live.

This is also the reason why the little devils can easily occupy a vast area with a small number of troops, because most of the people will not resist unless the bayonet is on their necks.

The devil's kicking continued, the wailing continued, and the short little devil's face was full of excitement, watching this thin Chinese roll under his feet and beg for mercy, as if he had found a fun toy.

And the dozens of Chinese who stood a few meters away only showed expressions of pity and pity, but did not dare to step forward to stop them.

Of course, there were also people who squeaked their fists, but after seeing the rifle and bayonet in the devil's hand, they let go in anger and could only twist their heads to the side.

"I was wrong... I was wrong, stop fighting. ”

The young man covered in mud and bleeding from the corners of his mouth kept begging for mercy and wailing, but this made the little devil even more perverted and excited.

"Taijun, Taijun, don't fight, if you fight again, you'll die......" Finally, someone couldn't stand it anymore, and pleaded weakly.

"Work quickly, or you will die, die!"

The devil turned his head and glared at him with a vicious look, and the onlookers were so frightened that they scattered and didn't dare to say anything.

Just as the young man who was kicked and beaten by the devil was wailing weaker and weaker, and the young men around him kept shaking their heads in regret, someone rushed over from a distance along the trench.

"San'er! San'er! ”

The person who came was the young and strong brother who had been beaten, and after getting the news that his brother had been beaten, he hurriedly threw away the work in his little hand and hurried over.

When he saw that his younger brother was already lying in the trench, dying, vomiting blood, and still being beaten by the devils, his eyes immediately turned red.

"Little devil, my ancestor is your ancestor!"

Although the person who came was also skinny, he was carried away with anger at the moment, and he pounced on the devil with a curse.

"Han Er, don't be stupid!"

The surrounding young men saw the angry young man roaring and pounced on the devil, and it was too late to stop him.