The wind roared in the air, the ragged escapees, hugged their shoulders tightly, struggling in the cold wind, and from time to time, you can see dead victims lying on the wheelbarrow. The wheelbarrow was sitting on it, the children were crying and sleeping. The husband pushed him from behind, the younger brother was holding him, the old mother was holding him, the young girl leaned on him, and the young girl staggered on the way, the husband scolded him, the young mother called him, and the old mother called him...

Break through Guandong is a tragic history and a feat of immigration. Who knows that such a history and feat are written in blood?

Xiao Si continued to say, "I heard from Brother Chen that on the road to Guandong, you can see hunched dead people everywhere. Even if you get there, you will be bullied. Locals, Mongolians, beards, and Japanese people don't regard people from other places as human beings. But poor people can't wait to die, so make a fortune, or make a disaster, anyway, it's a life."

Yang Tianfeng was silent, handed the gun to Xiao Si, and said in a low voice: "It's just a life! You're right, if you make a fortune, you'll make a fortune. So what if you make a disaster? There are tall people who are holding on to them when the sky falls. People always have to keep trying to find their own way."

"Term left, go on the left." A boatman shouted loudly on the mast.

The water and sky are vast. In order to ensure the correct navigation direction, the ship owner must always find reliable references to confirm that there is no deviation in the course. The role of the head boat is extremely important.

The fleet had already sailed out of the territory of Qulong Town, and it was obvious that the retreat here was not well organized. Although Yang Tianfeng sent people to report the news after receiving the news of the break, many local officials and people did not believe it, nor did they organize it. It was just a spontaneous, blind, and instinctive escape from the victims.

On the roof that was about to collapse, on the large trees that were mostly soaked in water, and on the small hills where there was no knees, these victims saw more and more victims. When they saw the ship, they were as if they had seen a Bodhisattva descending from the sky, waving their arms and torn clothes, and shouting desperately in their hoarse voice.

More than a dozen large ships in front were sailing high. Yang Tianfeng ordered the ship to slow down. In the middle, the small ship began to rescue the victims, and then accelerated to follow. Hu Zi's ship took advantage of the slowdown of the head ship and occupied the second position again.

The victims rescued were lucky. Before the house was soaked, they had a way out when their bodies could still hold on. However, the victims on Duniugang not only suffered from the flood, but also had to face the ravages and killings of more than a dozen Japanese devils.

These more than a dozen Japanese were originally stationed at the Baimatan Post. After getting the news that the flood was coming, they packed up a lot of things and slept in the passing village on the way. They calculated the time and rushed to the city. But just like Yang Tianfeng had calculated, because they didn't understand the water situation, they were blocked by the flood on the road and fled to Duniugang with the panicked people.

Duniugang is much smaller and much lower than Wohugang. There was no one on it before. Now it was surrounded by water and only the open space as big as a football field, crowded with hundreds of people, plus these dozen beasts.

The Japanese robbed the people's food, killed two plowing oxen that had been experiencing great hardships, and forced the people to chop firewood and cook for them. They ate and drank, and began to torture people again.

At that time, animals are animals, and even under the circumstances of floods, they will never forget to vent their animals. They drove the people like wolves and tigers, threatened with butts and bayonets, beat and scolded them, and pulled out eight young women.

Eight poor women rustled and approached each other's bodies, holding hands and hands tightly, squeezed into a ball, trembling, crying, and staring at the Japanese devils surrounding them without blinking.

"Ah, it's a pity to kill these good things. Translator Park pulled the second-to-last woman from the right here and went to the idiot ordinary people who were the guide to have fun." Aoki Sector used the sabre as a crutch, and looked at the bearded soldier next to him. The Sect laughed foolishly to express his agreement.

"Oh, yes." North Korean translator Park Tae-yong rushed over like a mature hunting dog, waving Chen's stick, trying to bring the woman out.

Several Japanese soldiers were on guard and used bayonets to stop the people's commotion. They put a crooked machine gun on the earth buns next to them, and the machine gun shooter was ready to shoot. Several other soldiers swallowed their saliva and looked at the women surrounded.

"Hey! Damn it, it's so crazy, this bastard, are you resisting?" Park Tae-yong shouted and waving his sticks, hitting the shoulders and bodies of the women who were hugging each other, making an uncomfortable sound, and constantly kicking the sand and soil, falling on the women's hair.

"Do it, do it!" Park Tae-yong became even more rude as he shouted around him.

Finally, Park Tae-yong grabbed his hair and pulled it out. A 25 or 26-year-old woman was crying down her cheeks, seeping into the soil, and being sucked away.

A man in his fifties rushed out of the crowd, and at first glance he was working in the field for many years. The gentle wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, which were tanned by the sun, blocked the woman, knelt on the ground, lying on the ground with his thick and hard hands, waving his head, and constantly telling something.

"Hate, Translator Park, hurry up." The orders of the Japanese Soldiers were cold.

"Hey, why don't you do it?" Park Tae-yong waved his stick again and hit the man and woman in pain. The woman's white skin cracked and blood came out and fell into the soil, but the woman's face was pale, biting her lips, and she didn't move.

"You old Hutu, hey, hey!" Although Park Tae-yong shouted loudly, the man still kowtowed several times and told something.

The screams of the Japanese soldiers were mixed with the calls for help from women. You could hear the sound of screaming and scolding with your half-cry face, as if you could not suppress it.

"Bastard, don't tremble!" The sergeant widened his eyes and scolded.

"This old fool, this girl, can you beat me?" Park Tae-yong waved the stick like crazy, and the old man and the woman lay down on the ground in tears.

"Okay, Translator Park, you did a good job! Tell these people, as long as you are obedient, you will spare their lives, haha..." The Japanese soldiers and soldiers laughed happily.

"One more!" "It's that thing!" The Japanese soldiers shouted, and they approached the women again and grabbed a beautiful girl of seventeen or eighteen years old with braids.

"Come out, come out, it's you, haha!" the Japanese sergeant shouted.

"Mom, Mom!" The girl probably knew the danger of approaching, struggled, and called her mother in a miserable voice.
Chapter completed!