Chapter 7 Military Action (Eighth Middle School)

"Boom." The horse thieves who came forward to watch the fun ran around like frightened flies. The Japanese soldiers who also tried to rush forward to capture the little guerrillas alive were caught off guard and were knocked around by the horse thieves and turned around and made a mess. It was not until Lieutenant Hiroyama drew out his gun and fired two shots into the air that he barely calmed down and pulled his mount tighter again.

"Beasts, waste, cowards, a group of bad guys who deserve to eat rice bran, Ping, Ping..." Chasing a few horse thieves who were running for life, Lieutenant Hatoyama shot at the other party's mount and cursed loudly, "There is only one grenade, it has been blown up long ago. What are you hiding? Where do you want to hide?

The horse thieves did not dare to fight back, and took their mounts embarrassedly. Looking back, the smoke and dust from the grenades had already been blown away by the wind. Through the thin smoke screen, they saw that the little eighth Route Army who sacrificed their lives for justice was blown into a charred corpse. Apart from killing him, the grenade, which was obviously ineffective, did not make any achievements. Even the horse thief who had just rushed to the most active horse thief, was only scratched by the shrapnel, and no one was forcibly pulled by the little eighth Route Army to be a travel companion on the Huangquan Road.

"He seems to be only in his teens." Some horse thieves were sharp-eyed and roughly inferred from the darkened faces of the Eighth Route Army.

"He, he..." More horse thieves held their mounts, and their mouths kept squirming, but they couldn't say a complete sentence. They usually boasted that they were not afraid of death, but in front of the real people who looked at death, they realized that deep down they were actually so afraid of death.

"Beasts, waste, a group of bad guys who deserve to eat rice bran." Seeing the horse thieves one by one, Lieutenant Hatoyama couldn't help but curse again, "Is it just a broken grenade that scared you into this virtue, don't you feel ashamed? Look back and see how big the little Eighth Route Army lying on the ground is, and they are also Chinese people. Why can he be a warrior, but you are timid like a bunch of rabbits, a bunch of hopeless rabbits, cowards."

I don't know if it was his insults that really worked, or the scolding person himself felt that his performance was too cowardly. The horse thieves looked at the bodies of the little guerrillas and the gaze showed a little ashamed. It was indeed a child, whose child had not yet dissipated. However, a child with fluff at the corner of his mouth followed Yunlong and others to tangle the Japanese army for several days and nights, forcing the Japanese to slow down their advancement and deal with their harassment with all their strength. In this way, a half-aged child who was old enough to be their nephews, rang the grenade without hesitation after being injured and fell off the horse. He would rather blow himself up than fall into the hands of the Japanese to bear humiliation. In this way, a child who could barely reach their shoulders, told them with his life what kind of man is truly worthy of being called a man.

At least one thing Lieutenant Hatoyama said was right. They were indeed cowards, hopeless cowards. Compared with the little Eighth Route Army who would rather commit suicide than be captured by the enemy, these so-called Green Forest heroes are just a group of wild dogs with broken backs. They dare to open their teeth and claws at the weak. When they meet wild beasts that are stronger and more fierce than themselves, they will only lie down obediently on the ground, revealing their soft belly.

"Maybe we really shouldn't have come this time." Looking at the charred remains not far away, many horse thieves thought silently that the reason why they came to help Junji Fujita happily when they received the invitation was because they believed that there would be no suspense in this battle. After all, there were only a few hundred brothers under Hongbei. In order to wipe out them, the Japanese garrison in Black Stone Village came out in full swing and invited dozens of heroes to help.

However, the remains that had been charred from a short distance were clearly told by the horse thieves how outrageous they had made incorrect mistakes. Indeed, the troops under Hongbei were a little thin. Indeed, Hongbei did not have cars and cannons like the Japanese. However, if a child was pulled out by Hongbei, they could cost them four or five times the price to kill. If they wanted to completely flatten the Lama ditch, how many people would have to fill in them.

That is definitely a number that no horse thief leader dares to face. Even if he thinks secretly in his heart, his calves began to tremble. At present, the Eighth Route Army guerrillas on the grassland are no longer only the Red Bearded family. In Zhelim, Korqin, and even in the farther Tokto, it is said that they have appeared. If these countless guerrillas are as strong as Red Beard, how could this grassland and the country eventually fall into the hands of the Japanese?

"You bunch of waste, cowards, cheer me up. The Dragon of Yun will not run too far. Wait for the next time..." Lieutenant Hatoyama was still roaring at the top of his lungs, but the horse thieves blocked his voice, all as if a stench was scraping away from his ears.

They dare not contradict Lieutenant Hatsuyama in public, but they will not follow the orders of this person anymore. Once the belief collapses, all the dreams attached to it will be broken into pieces. The reason why the horse thieves had firmly believed that the Japanese would sit in the mountains was because in the past year, the Japanese had defeated Song Zheyuan, Yan Xishan, and Li Zongren, who were in the eyes of them, and they fought from the city of Peiping to the south of the Yangtze River, and that occupied the great reputation of the Great Yi. The National Government had only the ability to resist and had no power to fight back. However, today, the horse thieves were shocked to find that there might be another possibility of the final belonging of this country! Although the victory the Japanese achieved south of the Great Wall was brilliant, they were too far away from everyone, and the battles in front of them were facts that they could see and touch, which made them unwilling to believe, but the more they thought about it, the more they began to doubt their previous choices.

Since the Japanese are unwilling to regard everyone as their own people and cannot stand firm, why should everyone be humble? They have to stick to them all the way and make things boring. While listening to the reprimand of Lieutenant Kurayama respectfully, the horse thieves made up their minds in their hearts. Next time they fight with Ji Yunlong and others, they must slow down their mounts and raise their guns. Regardless of whether the other party appreciates it, at least, at least, they cannot let more guerrillas die at their own hands. Of course, it would be better if they could find an opportunity to escape. While they had not yet formed a big grudge with Red Beard, they would keep the well water from breaking the rivers with him. When one day the guerrillas really became a climate, they would take their brothers to help the Communist Party conquer the country. Maybe, they could also win a wife and son in the end. Who can predict what will happen in the future?
Chapter completed!