The scorching sun burned the earth, and the leaves of the old locust tree at the entrance of the village were rolled up from the sun.

There are almost no people on the small roads in the village, and the villagers hide in the shade, trying to avoid being exposed to the sun.

Occasionally, a few cicadas roared on the trees, with sharp and harsh sounds, as if complaining about the early heat.

The entire village seemed to be burned by the sun and lost its vitality. Only the arrogant Japanese troops, like a strong wind that was not affected by the weather, sweeping over, breaking the silence of the village.

The people in the village were working in the fields or resting at home. When they heard the noise of people, they walked out of the house to check what was going on.

When they saw the soldiers carrying live ammunition, their faces suddenly showed fear and anxiety.

"Who is this?"

An old man asked the person next to him in a low voice, because the Japanese Zhang De was similar to the Chinese, and China had many years of warlords fighting, and there were people wearing any uniforms, so the old man did not recognize that it was the Japanese army at first glance.

"It's the Japanese."

A young man next to him revealed deep fear in his voice.

He had entered the city, met the Japanese, and heard about the Japanese. These were all a group of demons who killed people without blinking. I don’t know why they came to their village.

He instinctively wanted to go home and ask his family to go out to hide first.

But at this time, the Japanese troops had already been spread out. They quickly divided into several teams and began to search and arrest people from door to door.

The Japanese rudely kicked open the doors of each household, and took them away as long as they were people, regardless of gender, age and age.

The children's terrified cry and the women's sobbing sounded in the village. The men looked solemn, clenched their fists, but they could do nothing.

"These damn Japanese! I will kill them with a gun sooner or later."

At this time, the person who spoke was a young hunter named Damenzi. He hated the Japanese devils to the core because his father left a shell of a hunting rifle in his pocket when he entered the city and was killed by the Japanese.

His wife holding the child was holding the side and pulled a corner of him, looking at him with a pleading look on her face.

She knew the anger of the gatekeeper at this time, but they still had children.

When Damenzi saw his wife and children, the anger in his eyes gradually turned into gentleness.

His wife and children have now become his last concern, and he must not be impulsive.

However, at this moment, a Japanese officer stood on the stone steps of the big locust tree in the village and raised the hanging door, saying in a non-standard Chinese:

"Friends, don't be afraid. The Imperial Army will not hurt you. This time we are here to find some local hunters. The Imperial Army needs such talents to deal with bandits in the mountains.

If there are such talents in our village, let’s stand up by yourself. The reward from the Imperial Army is great!”

"Look for a hunter? What do you want to do with a hunter?"

"The Japanese said that the bandit suppression is not about dealing with the guerrillas in the evil people's ridge, right?"

"Who can do such a thing without any conscience? The guerrillas are helping us ordinary people fight the Japanese!"

"That's right, I really hope the guerrillas can kill all these little Japanese devils sooner."

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The common people were talking about it, and they hated the Japanese.

Even if there is no immediate relative who dies at the hands of the Japanese, some of the neighbors around them die at the hands of the Japanese for no reason.

So they hated and feared the Japanese.

But not everyone hates the Japanese. A beautifully dressed and graceful landlord Wang Dafa is an exception. He is even more timid when he sees the Japanese than when he sees his father.

A sentence he often said was: "I am different from you, the poor guys. I, Wang Dafa, have money. Do you want to die like you, the poor guys? Nowadays, only the Japanese can protect my family business. If I don't flatter the Japanese, do you still have to flatter the poor guys?"

Everyone in the village was speechless about Wang Dafa, but there was nothing to say. They were rich and the Japanese were powerful now. Who could they please if they didn’t flatter the Japanese?

And it is probably only Wang Dafa who can be so righteous to be a traitor.

At this time, Wang Dafa ran to the Japanese with a gaze and bowed: "The Imperial Army is looking for hunters, and there are several in our village!"

The Japanese officer nodded with satisfaction and said, "Youhe, that's so good. Are they familiar with the terrain of Hupigou?"

Wang Dafa hurriedly said, "Quick, so mature! They all grew up in the area of ​​Hupi Gully. Taijun, you don't know. We have an old hunter who was able to fight tigers back then. The tiger skin is still in my house. I will offer it to Taijun another day."

The Japanese officer was very happy and patted Wang Dafa's shoulder and said, "Youhe, you are a good person."

"Good people, good people!"

Wang Dafa agreed tightly, and then began to call out: "Big door, two plows, three hoes, you come out and lead the way for the imperial army."

The gatekeeper said disdainfully: "Wang Dafa, you are so active, why don't you go?"

Speaking of this, the gatekeeper said to the Japanese officer again: "Hey, Taijun, the person who is most familiar with Hupigou is the fat man around you. The forests in Hupigou are all from his family. Every year when we go in to hunt, we give him a majority of them!"

"Nani?"

The Japanese officer was surprised, but at this time Wang Dafa's cold sweat came down. He cursed in his heart: "You bastard, you are a goddamn, I recommend you to Taijun. That is to give you a chance to get close to the Imperial Army. You are such an ungrateful thing!"

However, at this moment, the Japanese officer looked at Wang Dafa and asked: "Is Hupigou your family?"

Wang Dafa took out his handkerchief and kept wiping his sweat, and bowed and replied: "Yes, yes, it's the industry left by his ancestors."

"Baga Road!"

The Japanese officer was furious because the Japanese suffered a great loss in the tiger skin ditch. At this time, they finally found the main master.

The Japanese officer roared: "Your conscience is very bad. Do you know how many imperial troops died in the Tiger Skin Grotto? You are dead!"

As he said that, the Japanese officer pulled out the sword, and Wang Dafa was so scared that he sat on the ground and quickly explained: "Imperial Army, although the forest in Hupigou belongs to our family, I did not attack the Imperial Army?"

The Japanese officer didn't listen at all. So many Japanese died. He was about to find someone to vent his anger, but Wang Dafa hit the gun.

At this time, the people laughed when they saw Wang Dafa being scared and pissed.

They have never been so happy. They always hear how good the relationship between Wang Dafa and the Japanese are. How are they today? You old boy can't escape death.
Chapter completed!