Chapter 420

Advance or retreat! Ono Nioyu paced back and forth in the tent in the barracks. He suddenly fixed his body, his eyes turned red. Since he was transferred from the Kwantung Army to the stronghold in Hebei as a small leader, he said it was a flat transfer, but he was kicked out and his body was marked with a shame.

How could Ono Nio, who was unwilling to be in decline, accept his fate? I really thank Commander Okamura for giving him the opportunity to be the captain. He really didn't want to be as disgraceful as a stray dog. He was driven back to his hometown before the war officially started.

"Kun Ikeguchi!" Ono Nio waved his hand fiercely at the void, but unfortunately he didn't have the ability to break the void.

"Hi!" The adjutant who heard the sound in the tent rushed in immediately: "What are the instructions of Chief Ono!?"

"Order the troops, starting from tomorrow! I will burn all the villages I pass by! I will leave no tiles!" Captain Nio Ono showed a vicious expression on his face. It was cold and snowy, and there was no house. How could these ordinary people following the Eighth Route Army live?

"Hi!" Adjutant Ikeguchi bowed and retreated.

Two Oo Ono made up his mind and would not get a tiger's den. How could he get a tiger's son? He would rather abandon Renqiu County than fight to the 12th District Team to completely eliminate this thorn in his side.

Outside the camp, a slight slight slap bang suddenly sounded, and the eleven-year-old slap machine gun sounded immediately in the camp. It seemed that it was a snowy snowy night and the cold air was so cold that these militia guerrillas refused to let the Japanese and puppet troops live a peaceful night.

Ono Nio's mouth tugged, ignoring the gunshots from time to time outside the camp. The more than 3,000 people under his command were not tofu, so there were naturally special soldiers to deal with harassment at night. If the Eighth Route Army wants to attack at night, they may also encounter stones. After all, the weather is not good for both sides' actions.

At night, the militia team of the 12th District Team wasted a lot of firecrackers, but the owner of the fireworks shop in the base area was so happy that he couldn't stop his business. The business was booming and he was lucky. However, the Japanese and puppet troops were wasting a lot of bullets and didn't even hit the militia's ground hair. Many soldiers who had never experienced large-scale events were even nervous because of the second kicking all night, and they had dark circles when they woke up early.

The next morning, the Japanese and puppet troops in Renqiu County set out to set off. According to the order of Captain Nio Ono, before leaving, they sent a small team to burn the nearby villages with a torch.

The villagers and militia who received the news were all gritted their teeth with hatred. The people did not have high demands, just to be filled and warm, and to have a place to live in peace. Houses can be regarded as the foundation of the people. Since ancient times, people have had extremely deep feelings for houses that grew up. The burning of this house is like cutting meat in the hearts of the people.

It’s a cold day, and I don’t have a house to keep warm. How can I live this life?!

Hiding in the armored car, Ono Nio's mouth was filled with a sinister smile. This was a revenge for the Eighth Route Army to bombard Renqiu County. You bombard my base. I will also burn the house in your base to see who is more cruel than you.

The base area suddenly sways black smoke and fires soar into the sky. Seven or eight villages were poisoned by the Japanese and were burned to white land. Since ancient times, there has been a saying that the "stop" of the Two Okawa Ono is like burning houses in the snow, which is even worse than taking advantage of the situation.

"Damn it!" The militia captain of Wubao Village looked at the black smoke rising from the village ten miles away, and the fire was soaring into the sky. Most of the houses were made of wooden structures, and it was extremely terrifying when they burned.

Hahaha! Japanese and puppet soldiers who set fire in Wubao Village were igniting every place that could burn the ground with a storm and used it to get warmth. Once the desire for destruction in human hearts is aroused, it will be out of control.

If people lose their land, they can also recover lost land. If people lose their land, they will lose their land. Both people and land are lost. The militia captain of Wubao Village still understands this basic truth. He did not rashly lead people to fight against the enemy. "How are the villagers?!" At this time, he was still concerned about whether the villagers had irrational actions.

"Report, everyone in the village is here!" The militiamen were restrained and hid in the tunnel outside the village. As soon as the militia captain was relieved, he heard a militia rushing over: "Oh no, Old Man He from the soju shop is gone."

"What?!" The militia captain was stunned and immediately said angrily: "What's going on?! Didn't you let the masses watch over?! Why did Old Man He disappear?"

"Old man He always thinks about his wine shop. We have stopped him several times, but just now, I don't know why I can't find him anymore. I probably ran back to the village to see the wine shop." The militia said with a flushed face.

"Why are you still stunned? Why don't you go and get him back!" The militia captain stomped the ground in anger, and he didn't want anyone to do anything.

These days, most of the people are still proletariat, and the little money-making things that are not valuable are smashed and robbed. At most, they feel a little distressed. As long as people are fine, they can still bear it, but they are still in love with the jars and jars at home, which is rare.

Old Man He from the soju shop was also poor and poor at the time. Fortunately, the 12th District Team supported him and borrowed some small money from the district commune. He built such a soju shop based on the skills he learned secretly in the winery when he was young. He usually produced some local soju shop, and sometimes steamed some high-concentration strong-burning knives to supply the health team of the 12th District Team. This soju shop that infused Old Man He was almost his lifeblood. When he saw the fire in the village soaring into the sky, he knew that the Japanese wanted to burn the village. When he thought that his shop was not protected, Old Man He was immediately scared to death. After several attempts to do so, he quietly left the tunnel, ran to the village with one deep and one shallow.

In this heart, Old Man He only had the shadow of the soju shop, and he didn't care about the cruelty of the Japanese, and he just wanted to keep his soju shop.

With the familiar terrain, Old Man He touched back to the village. Most of the houses in the village were burning with fire and the heat waves hit the sky, which made Old Man He look frightened, but his concern for his own industry was overwhelmed by fear. He avoided one or two Japanese soldiers who were still setting fires. He touched the roadside and walked towards his shop.

When he was approaching the corner near his shop, Old Man He secretly saw that although the door of his shop was kicked open, the two doors fell to the ground in a split second. Fortunately, the house was not burned by fire. There were a lot of shochu that could not be transferred in the soybean shop. If the fire continued, it would be burned into white ground in a moment, and even the gods could not save it.

"Fortunately, God bless you, Bodhisattva bless you, Communist bless you, my shop is still there." Old Man He said to himself with a little bit of gratitude, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps the Japanese were suddenly kind and let go of this shop. Although this possibility is almost equal to none, even children know that Japanese devils do not kill people and suddenly change to vegetarian food these days, Old Man He still placed the reason why his wine shop was not burned to ashes on this illusory speculation.

"Yoxi! Good wine, hahaha! Mixi."

"Taijun, hey, big good wine, come on, have another drink."

"Your, good people, come on! Drop it up!"

"Take a few more cauldrons to honor the other lords."

The puppet army flattered and also secretly drank one or two sips. In the extremely strict army, there are really few opportunities to drink like this.

Old Man He, who had just touched the door of the wine shop, was suddenly frightened by the movement inside the wine shop, and the two legs were fighting. The Japanese were in his own wine shop. When he thought of the cruelty of the Japanese, Old Man He's legs seemed to be filled with lead and could not move his stomach.

The soju shop was not burned by a fire. It was the soju inside that attracted the Japanese and puppet troops that temporarily escaped. Seeing the big jar of soju, it was free, which Japanese and puppet troops would not be moved.

Especially in the cold winter of the year, the attraction of wine is almost fatal. If you stuff a sip of wine, you can relieve your muscles and promote blood circulation and drive away the cold air, and your body will not feel cold. When the Japanese and puppet troops who ran from Renqiu County were cold and could not even move their steps when they saw the wine. They smashed the jar of wine and drank it.

Old Man He, who was so scared that his upper teeth were trembling, knew that he was scared and mustered up the courage to move back little by little. Suddenly, a cold chill was put on his neck, causing him to froze all over.

"Yo Xi! The work of the Eighth Route Army." A vicious and stiff Chinese dialect rang behind him.

Immediately afterwards, a strong force pushed Old Man He staggered forward and took a step forward.

Japanese soldier! Now, I'm afraid Old Man He has the intention to cry. It's really a blessing or a disaster, but he can't escape it. He just fears what he is. He thought he could come back by luck and take a look at the shop, but he just met the extremely vicious Japanese soldier, and now it's too late to say anything.

"Open the way!" The Japanese soldiers who appeared behind Old Man He rudely pushed Old Man He into the soju shop, and shouted loudly: "Look, Eighth Route Army! Catch one."

The demons in the soju shop immediately calmed down, and even the burning of several villages did not see a single person. It was unexpected that they could catch a commoner in this village.

Immediately, a Japanese soldier shouted enviously: "Sakuragi! You are very lucky!"

"Yes, yes! Sakuragi Tae-kun, the promoted one is a big one! Have a bowl of it and celebrate Chief Sakuragi in advance!"

The puppet army immediately felt flattering. When they saw the catch, there was only an old man. No one cared about Old Man He. Instead, a few puppet army was frightened by the Japanese with a smirk, "You, the work of the Eighth Route Army! What happened to the Eighth Route Army, you know!? Five horses were dismembered, lingchi, and putting the oil pan, you choose the same one for yourself."
Chapter completed!