The fire burned fiercely until noon, when the smoke was no longer reaching the sky, and the fire was completely connected, and sparks and ashes were flying in the sky in the stronger and stronger winds, so that the surrounding Japanese troops were worried and desperately busy, watering the dead leaves on the ridges of the watershed and the back half of the slope, which was afraid of causing a series of fires.

However, at this time, whether it was the co-captain at the scene, 'Miyotaro Sugihara' of Baoqing, or 'Pumu' of Huanan, they all firmly believed that the Soviet Russian team had been completely wiped out. The temperature there was hundreds of degrees, and even if they couldn't burn them, they would suffocate to death because of the lack of oxygen.

In order to achieve absolute insurance, the sinister and vicious 'Miyotaro Sugihara' designed gasoline to ignite the river, cutting off the only place where they could escape, and when they could get close to the water source, the surrounding fire also drained the oxygen in the air, suffocating them.

These were all told to him by a fellow villager friend stationed in the bungalow, how long does it take for people to die from lack of oxygen, and under what circumstances can oxygen be quickly drained. And the unit where this fellow villager is located is the 731 unit that is about to be formed, and has lost its conscience.

The results reported by the wing captain who observed the scene gave him reason to believe that even if the Soviet Russian team dug three feet into the ground and dived underground, it would be difficult to escape the doom of being suffocated.

Such a great victory filled his heart full of hope for the outgoing division commander, and in the personnel transfer, he would obviously continue to be promoted, perhaps to become the Minister of Military Affairs, or to enter the military province, or to become the commander, the general!

At this time, he had already drunk sake, and celebrated alone, and after waiting for the black fish bubble to enter the people in a few days, he finally confirmed whether the Soviet Russian team had really been eliminated, and then held a feast. Although he didn't think it was necessary, he still couldn't refuse Minamijiro's order to confirm it.

In the afternoon, the black fish bubbles that had been burning for a day had become smaller, some trees were scarce, or the location of the river was no longer burning, only the hills or densely wooded areas were still burning. extinguished, I'm afraid it's not enough for three or two days. In addition, the grass charcoal field has been ignited and buried in the ground for hundreds of years, or even more ancient grass roots, although there are no flames on the ground in some areas, but the smoke is still rising, several meters underground, more than ten meters deep, still burning.

In the crucian fish bay, Dong Ku and his party had already lifted the military blanket and looked at the steaming heat and flames in the distance for the rest of their lives. At this time, the river could no longer see any other color, it was black and mixed with ashes.

Dong Ku looked at the flames that were still burning in the distance, and said with a glimmer of hope: "Go!" Let's go to the Peach Blossom River to see Uncle Geng and them, and then take advantage of the unpreparedness of the Japanese army to break out of the encirclement. ”

"Yes!"

After eating something and recovering their strength, everyone responded in unison, stuffed the general's blanket back into his bag, threw away all the grenades and two walkie-talkies according to Dong Ku's request, and rushed to the Peach Blossom River along the edge of the river bank lightly in the thick smoke.

They all held on to their luck, praying that Uncle Geng and they would be fine.

Along the way, there were charcoal-burned animal carcasses everywhere, and everywhere there was curling smoke, although they were not close to the fire, but the temperature was still not low, and they were sweating profusely, but they did not dare to drink too much water. Because, at this time, the river, the creek was already full of muddy ashes, and it was impossible to drink at all.

After walking more than 10 kilometers along the river, it took them more than three hours to bypass the Chahe River and rush to the Taohua River and swim upstream.

"Brother Dong......"

Shui Linglong's eyes were sharp, and she pointed to the distance with a trembling voice.

"Corpses!!"

Dong Ku and Junzi also saw that it was a charred corpse, a human corpse, thirty or forty meters away.

The moment they saw clearly, the team suddenly accelerated and rushed there.

When they saw the corpse next to the burned fragments of clothes on the ground, uneasiness instantly permeated the team. Although I thought of the result a long time ago, I confirmed it myself, and even hope was shattered.

This corpse is none other than a villager in Baoqing. He was curled up, his head facing away from the river, only forty or fifty meters away from the riverbank. There were two corpses not far in front of him, in the same posture, both with their backs to the riverbank.

Seeing this, Dong Ku's heart tightened, and an ominous cloud enveloped his heart. The villagers of Baoqing seem to have taken refuge in the river, but there is gasoline flowing down the river, and if they do not find out in advance, they will inevitably be driven ashore by the gasoline that burns quickly, or they will be burned to death because they are covered with gasoline.

"Don't move, stay put!" Dong Ku quickly rushed to the river after giving the order, jumped into the water, got wet, and before he could get ashore, Shui Linglong rushed over and jumped into the river at once.

Dong Ku looked at Shui Linglong with anxious eyes, he didn't stop her, and he didn't criticize her. In just a few hours in the sea of fire, although neither of them said anything, they both understood each other's intentions, and thus gave each other a trace of spiritual communication. He knew that the water was delicate and worried about Xiaohua, so naturally he couldn't help but let her go.

"Let's go!"

When Shui Linglong soaked the clothes that had been dried along the way, Dong Kucheng drank in a deep voice.

Shui Linglong obeyed the order and suddenly got out of the water, ran back to the team behind Dong Ku, threw the backpack on the ground, put down the gun, and ran to the top of the mountain lightly.

Dong Ku led the way, and he ran up the hillside where there was still the occasional fire, and each time he landed at the point where the roots of the bush were exposed, although the unburned bush would make it difficult to land, but this was definitely guaranteed not to fall into the pit.

Dusty and sparks splashed everywhere, the two of them endured the rolling heat wave from the ground, and Hoshimaru jumped over, quickly ran to the mouth of the cave, and jumped in.

The bottom of the cave at a depth of twenty or thirty meters can be seen without a flashlight at this time, and after the two of them stood still in the cave, they did not move.

At the entrance of the cave, several piles of wet quilts were slowly smoking, and before they could be finished, a few buckets made of birch bark and a large iron pot were thrown there, and the water in them was gone. At the bottom of the cave, several people crowded there, or grabbed rags and towels with their hands to cover their mouths and noses, or tilted their heads to the people next to them, and closed their eyes tightly. No matter how inexperienced you are, you can see that they have stopped breathing.

Shui Linglong grabbed Dong Ku's hand tightly, not daring to look over. She was afraid that her only hope would be shattered and that she would see the dead little flower.

Dong Ku didn't move, his eyes turned back and forth in the crowd, one by one, or a little impression, or simply unfamiliar faces swept in the sight, and those faces with traces of smoke and dust made his heart colder and colder.

As his gaze turned, a bit of red came into his sight. A small hand clenched tightly, and a little blood-red color appeared between the fingers.

"Red Head Rope!"

Dong Ku's cold heart moved, and his eyes instantly locked on the owner of the little hand. I saw Xiaohua's mother covering her mouth and nose with a broken towel and holding her in her arms. And she herself had a gray nose exposed, apparently not covering herself. Looking at Xiaohua again, her hair was scattered and leaning on her mother's arms, her expression was indescribably peaceful, and it seemed that there was no pain at all.

Shui Linglong also found Xiaohua's location at this time, she didn't cry, she sent Dong Ku's hand away, and walked over slowly.

Looking at Shui Linglong's back, Dong Ku didn't move, and his heart continued to cool down.

Shui Linglong slowly walked to Xiaohua, gently picked up her little hand, broke open her fingers one by one, picked up the red head rope from her hand, and said softly: "Xiaohua, it's beautiful to tie the red head rope, come, sister help you tie the ......"

Saying that, she helped Xiaohua up from Xiaohua's mother's arms, she turned sideways and leaned Xiaohua into her arms, her five fingers were forked, and she slowly combed Xiaohua's slightly burnt yellow hair, her expression was so focused, and the expression on her face was even more with a faint smile, just like the first time she helped Xiaohua tie her head that day.

Dong Ku's heart was dripping with blood, and pictures flashed through his mind.

Mass graves, Kailuan Coal Mine, Qiqihar Massacre, Harbin Massacre, Nanjing Massacre...... The bloody picture, the hideous face of the Japanese army, and the photo of the two generals of the 16th Division competing to cut off people's heads made Dong Ku's heart fall into the ice cellar, but a raging fire ignited in his mind.

Shui Linglong's hands kept moving up and down, carefully combing each messy hair, and the red head rope between her fingers moved up and down with her movements, like a beating flame.

Staring at the red, Dong Ku's gaze slowly focused, and the red head rope was constantly enlarged, and soon occupied his entire line of sight.

As the sight was red as blood, Dong Ku's breathing became heavier and heavier, and as the wings of his nose bulged, a faint scorching stream of hot air erupted from his nasal cavity.

His chest rose and fell violently, and there was nothing else in his mind, all of which were bloody pictures of the Japanese army raging.

Volcanoes are about to erupt. The fire burning in Dong Ku's mind almost burned his mind, and an irrepressible anger swelled, brewing, looking for the weak spot of the eruption.

Shui Linglong combed Xiaohua's hair intently, slowly tied the red head rope, and said softly: "Xiaohua, it's beautiful to tie it, wait for my sister to buy you silk in the future......"

After speaking, Shui Linglong slowly put Xiaohua back into her mother's arms, slowly stood up, and walked towards Dong Ku step by step.

She didn't notice the change in Dong Ku, and slowly leaned her head into his arms, her hands tightly wrapped around his back.

At this moment, she couldn't hold back any longer, her shoulders shrugged, she let out a suppressed whimper, tears flowed down her cheeks, quickly wetting Dong Ku's chest, her fingers, and tightly grabbed the clothes on Dong Ku's back, if it weren't for the clothes, I'm afraid the nails would have sunk into the flesh.

Dong Ku, who was about to explode, was regained some consciousness by the coolness in his chest, and then, the stinging pain in his back made him instinctively struggle, and before he could break free of his delicate hands, his mind was clear, and his consciousness instantly returned to his body.

He breathed deeply, over and over again, trying to calm himself down, almost losing control of his cold sweat, and his body was also weak for a while.

He hugged the water in his arms tightly, his face drenched in sweat, and his gaze swept over those faces again. He must remember these men, and remember their countenances, that when he slays the devils, he may sacrifice their heads one by one.

"I want to avenge Xiaohua!"

Shui Linglong choked.

"Hmm!" Dong Ku's eyes were like electricity, and Sen Han's murderous aura instantly permeated outside his body.

"None of them can run! All participants included! They will stay in the land of China to atone for their sins, and to atone for their sins with their lives!! ”

"Hmmm......"

Shui Linglong sobbed and hugged Dong Ku tightly, she believed this man, and believed that what Dong Ku said was not to comfort her. For the sake of the people on the banks of the Baoqing River, he once slaughtered nearly 100,000 Japanese soldiers and civilians......

After four or five minutes, Shui Linglong slowly stopped sobbing, raised her red and swollen eyes, and turned her head to look at Xiaohua.

"Pack up the compressed biscuits, don't move the other items, we're getting out of here, break out tonight!"

Seeing that Shui Linglong stopped grieving, Dong Ku's eyes were firm, and he shouted in a deep voice.

PS: Bow and thank Dai Xuanwen for the reward of children's shoes, thank you, thank you!