The highway crowded with refugees was already littered with corpses, and when the Japanese planes dropped bombs, they were all looking up and marveling, and the bombs that fell from the sky exploded directly among them, and there was no chance or possibility for them to disperse. After the first wave of bombs exploded, the smoke and the flying shrapnel and the human body fell to the ground, and the machine guns on the Japanese fighters also fired at the same time.

Tang Cheng watched a Japanese plane climb to a certain height again, then gracefully circled sideways, adjusted its posture, and then dived down, firing several hundred meters away. The rain of bullets that fell to the ground seemed to be a straight line drawn by an invisible hand, and the dirt on the ground splashed high with each bullet point. The line stretched rapidly in the direction of the plane's flight into the area where the refugees were scattered, and the scene of mud and debris became a mixture of mud and blood and rags, and the roaring machine gun fire even drowned out the terrified cries and painful wails of the refugees on the ground.

The continuous dive strafing did not seem to satisfy the pilots of the Japanese fighters, and the refugees on the ground had no weapons to help them anyway, so they simply drove the fighters to climb without hurry, and then dive and strafed without hurrying. Listening to the characteristic whimpering sound of the Japanese plane swooping down, Tang Cheng's heart couldn't help but hang in his throat. Especially when the huge bullet holes on the ground made by the Japanese planes when they dived just now, he felt that he was hovering on the edge of life and death.

The Japanese fighters that circled swooped down again, and half of the refugees were already frightened by the situation just now, and the remaining refugees who reacted quickly had already begun to scatter with their relatives and friends. The roads and the fields beside the highway were full of blood and mutilated corpses, and it was unsteady to stand when stepped on, but the refugees who dragged their families and wanted to survive didn't care about that much, and just ran towards the grove where they were hiding in Tang City.

"It's broken" endured the discomfort of wanting to vomit, and Tang Cheng, who was lying on the ground, muttered with a pale face. The Japanese pilots were not fools or blind, so many refugees ran towards the grove, which would definitely attract strafing from the Japanese pilots, Tang Cheng did not think that this short woods could withstand the strafing and bombing of the Japanese planes. "Let's go, come with me." didn't have time to think about it, Tang Cheng got up and picked up the child who had been crying and turned his head and ran, and the man with glasses didn't care about the suitcase at this time, just carried the burden with one hand and pulled his woman to stumble behind Tang Cheng.

"Hurry up, hurry up, those people will summon the Japanese planes, we have to go through this woods, and the farther we can escape, the better." Tang Cheng relied on his senses to run deep into the forest, shouting loudly as he ran, boosting the morale of the two people who followed him. The movement of a large number of refugees really attracted the attention of the Japanese pilots, and the machine guns that followed them shot into the crowd like water, and the refugees who were desperately fleeing fell one after another in a pool of blood.

"Stop, stop first" The edge of the woods could already be seen, and the panting Tang Cheng stopped and used his body to stop the couple who continued to run. "Hold your children first, wait for me later." Tang Cheng shoved the child back to the woman, who had already stopped crying, and then pulled a dagger from his waist and ran towards a nest of bushes in his sight. "Stay in these bush branches, and we'll get out of the woods." Tang Cheng divided half of the branch of the bush cut off with his dagger to the couple, and as if he gestured, he lifted the branch he was holding above his head and ran towards the edge of the woods.

Using tree branches as cover, this is a passage that Tang Cheng saw from Xie Bo's field notes, those planes that kept strafing were flying very fast, and it was impossible for the Japanese pilots inside to see the people on the ground very clearly, Tang Cheng They could hide their bodies well with the help of the bush branches they held in their hands, so as not to be discovered by the Japanese pilots in the plane as soon as they ran out of the woods. "Boom" "Boom" The sound of the explosion was getting closer and closer to Tang Cheng, and Tang Cheng, who gritted his teeth and rushed out of the grove, dragged the family of three and jumped into a depression full of weeds.

A shrub suddenly appeared in the depression full of weeds, Tang Cheng and the family of three were hidden in the shaking bushes, and with the help of the long grass next to them, even the people on the ground could not see that Tang Cheng was hiding in the depression. As Tang Cheng expected, the grove that was still safe just now was already filled with gunsmoke and screams, and large clouds of smoke and flames were rising from the grove, and the glasses man and woman beside Tang Cheng looked at the grove where they were hiding just now and were dumbfounded.

The panicked refugees were the targets of the Japanese planes hovering in the air, leaving behind a string of blood-splattered corpses after each dive plane pulled up its nose. But every time the plane pulled up the nose and readjusted the dive angle, the refugees who pretended to be dead and crouched on the ground would always get up and run wildly, because they didn't want to lie down with the bloody corpses around them.

"Who the hell are you?" After getting away from the danger, the man with glasses turned his head to look at Tang Cheng who closed his eyes and recuperated, he originally looked a little miserable to see Tang Cheng fleeing alone at such a young age, but he didn't expect this young man to be a deep hidden. Knowing how to throw bombs from planes and how to avoid bombing by planes, there are too many weirdness in this young man, and as the only man in the family, the man with glasses has to ask for an understanding.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person." Seeing that the man with glasses was protecting his wife and children behind him, and posing cautiously to himself, Tang Cheng reluctantly told him about his affairs and said that he was not a deserter. "I just don't want to be a soldier, the troops of the national army are too bad, I have fought with the Japanese soldiers, and the national army is not their opponent." Tang Cheng took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, but when he saw the child held in the woman's arms, Tang Cheng did not light the cigarette.

"Little brother, it's not right for you to think so, if the Chinese people think so, then who will fight against the Japanese? Do we watch the Japanese soldiers occupy our homes and slaughter our relatives? The man with glasses who seemed to be frail roared in a low voice, and a pair of eyes glared at Tang Cheng angrily. Then Japan is just a small island country, but there are 450,000 million people in China, and we don't need all Chinese to rise up against the Japanese invaders, even a tenth of the people are enough for the Japanese invaders to drink a pot. ”

The glasses man's words made Tang Cheng a little ashamed, but only a little ashamed, because Tang Cheng didn't think he was a coward and a coward. He fought against Japanese soldiers in Shanghai, he fought with Japanese soldiers in Qiandeng Town, and he fought against the Japanese in Suzhou, and compared with the Chinese who only cared about fleeing for their lives, Tang Cheng thought that he was doing a good job. "Don't make any noise, the plane seems to be gone." While the two were arguing, the woman holding the child breathed a sigh of relief.

"You guys wait here now, I'll go over and see, oh, maybe that's a little scary, so you'd better wait here until I come back and call you." Tang Cheng had experienced battlefield battles and knew the tragedy of the battlefield, so when he was going to find out, he subconsciously asked the family of three to stay where they were. Without waiting for the man with glasses to speak, Tang Cheng pulled out the shell gun pinned to his waist with his backhand and got up and ran out of the depression.

After the air raid, the road seemed to be more tragic than Tang Cheng expected, there were blood stains and corpses everywhere, many of the corpses were still mutilated, and some of the corpses even looked like they belonged to a family, because they were holding hands until they died. It was not only Tang Cheng who survived, there were survivors in the bloodstained corpses, but looking at the injuries on their bodies, it was unlikely that they would survive, because they had no medicine to treat them, so they could only wail and wait for death.

Parents who lost their children wept bitterly as they hugged their young corpses, and men and women who lost their elders also knelt on the ground and wept, but Tang Cheng saw more survivors sitting in a puddle of blood in a daze. There was no expression on their scorched or dusty faces, and there were no obvious wounds on their bodies, but those people sat motionless despite the cries and beatings of their relatives, as if they had been frightened by the bombs dropped by Japanese planes.

Pin the shell gun back to his waist, Tang Cheng bent down and picked up a photo from his feet, this is a black and white family photo, judging from the smooth and smooth texture of the photo, it should have been taken not long ago. The style of the photo is very traditional, the young parents are holding their children, the sweet smile and curly hair make the woman in the photo very beautiful, and the man holding the child in his arms looks a little serious, and the frowning brows have shown the Sichuan shape, which makes people feel that this man is not smiling.

Wiping away a trace of blood from the photo with his sleeve, Tang Cheng put the photo back on the ground, and resisted the pungent smell of blood and burnt paste, Tang Cheng walked through the messy highway looking for his little baggage. The two pistols were carried with Tang Cheng, but the change of clothes and dry food he sold at the expense of Suzhou were all in that small baggage, and the most important thing was that the wound medicine that Tang Cheng got at a high price was also in that small baggage. The wound on Tang Cheng's arm has not healed, and the wound that he had been running around with the child just now had collapsed again, and if there was no medical treatment, the possibility of the wound suppurating and ulcerating was extremely high.