The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

"My home has been burned by the bandits, the man is dead, and the bandits who snatched me back were also killed by you. I have nowhere to go..."

"My innocence is gone, and I have no face to go back."

......

When the blacksmith asked about these women and those children of different sizes, he also frowned. Who knew that beating up a bandit would cause so much trouble.

"Sir, please take us in."

"Sir, we have nowhere to go, let us follow you."

"We cook food and make clothes..."

These women began to wipe their tears as they spoke, and some began to cry with tears in their eyes. Many children born to bandits also stood there in panic, which made people feel sad.

"Either, or else, let's take them in." Looking at these helpless and pitiful women, some brothers couldn't bear to say.

The blacksmith never wanted to take in all these women and children, but now the northern Jiangsu guerrilla corps lacked soldiers capable of fighting, not women and children.

Now if they are brought back, it can be said that they have added so many mouths to eat in vain.

But the blacksmith was still soft-hearted. After struggling for a long time, he finally decided to take them back to Xiaoqingshan, whether to let them leave or stay, and wait for Yang Ling to deal with it.

"Okay, come back to Xiaoqingshan with us when the time comes." The blacksmith couldn't see anyone crying, and waved his hand to agree to take him in temporarily.

"Thank you for your kindness, sir."

"Thank you sir."

These women are grateful to the blacksmith for taking them in, and thank them constantly.

"A company leader!"

"Have!"

"Send a platoon to assist them and distribute some food to them," the blacksmith ordered.

"Yes!"

When the blacksmith felt overwhelmed when he was stuck in Hutou Village to deal with some difficult matters, some people felt even worse in a place more than ten miles away from Hutou Village.

Several blood-stained, ragged bandits were walking weakly on the mountain path with their guns on their backs. They were the bandits who escaped from Hutou Village in the chaos.

A night of fighting and fleeing for their lives exhausted their strength, making it difficult for them to walk now, and their stomachs are rumbling even more.

Compared with physical exhaustion, they are more confused about the future. Hutou Village was wiped out by the Subei Guerrilla Corps. Although they escaped by luck, they didn't even have a place to stay, and they didn't know What to do next.

When these bandits were walking listlessly on the mountain path, suddenly a figure flashed behind the big tree in front, which startled the bandits, and hurriedly took off the gun on their shoulders.

But when they saw this person clearly, they all heaved a sigh of relief. The one who appeared suddenly was none other than Jiao Chong, the former head of Heilangzhai.

"Boss Jiao!"

Jiao Chong's luck was also really bad. His Black Wolf Village was first wiped out by the Subei Guerrilla Corps, and he had to go to Hutou Village to take revenge.

Who knew that revenge would fail, now Hutou Village was wiped out again, and he had to flee for his life in embarrassment as a bereaved dog.

"How's the stockade?" Jiao Chong asked with a sullen face when he saw these bandits in distress.

"Boss Jiao, the village was breached by those soldiers, and the chief of the family, the chief of the family is also dead." Speaking of this, the bandits' faces were full of grief and indignation.

Hearing that all the big bosses in Hutou Village have been killed, Jiao Chong also knows that Hutou Village has no hope of making a comeback.

"How many brothers escaped?" Jiao Chong asked.

The bandit replied in a straightforward manner, "Most of the brothers were trapped in the stockade, and we escaped by luck."

The first thousand and 270 chapters of the text, the sixth chapter died together

The destruction of Hutou Village made Jiao Chong and these bandits become losers, and they had to negotiate to go to another village together.

Exhaustion and hunger made their steps heavy and slow. When they passed a bubbling stream, before Jiao Chong could order, a few ragged bandits threw themselves on the edge of the stream and gulped water down their throats.

Jiao Chong habitually looked around at the dense jungle around him, and after confirming that there was no danger, he walked to the creek with the [-] rifle in his hand.

The entrance of the cool stream moistened the dry throat that was about to smoke, refreshing Jiao Chong's spirit.

"Ok?"

When Jiao Chong lay down again to drink water, from the corner of his eyes, he suddenly found an empty canning box lying quietly in the grass beside the stream.

Jiao Chong picked up the can. There were words on it, but they were not in Chinese. There were no ants or bugs attached to the can. It should have just been dropped, Jiao Chong judged in his heart.

"puff!"

When Jiao Chong was holding the can and thinking about who left the can in the wilderness, suddenly a muffled gunshot rang out, breaking the silence here.

A stream of warm blood splashed onto his face, and a bandit who stood up next to him fell into the water like a wooden stake, and his skull was thrown off.

"There are enemies!"

Jiao Chong yelled, and dodged the bullets that shot at him with a roll. The bullets splashed the mud where he was standing. He was terrified, got up and flew towards the woods where the gunshots were opposite. Ben.

Jiao Chong's reaction was extremely fast, and the other bandits were not so lucky. From the first gunshot to Jiao Chong's yelling for warning, they fell to the ground one after another in the blink of an eye.

"Ah! My legs!"

The hidden enemies did not mean to kill them all. One of the bandits was only hit in the thigh, collapsed to the ground, and wailed loudly while clutching his bleeding wound.

Jiao Chong was originally one of the targets to be killed, but his reaction speed exceeded the expectations of the attacker hiding in the dark, and he even dodged it.

But the corner of the sniper's mouth hiding in the canopy quickly sneered, and he aimed the crosshair of the scope at Jiao Chong again.

"spray!"

"puff!"

The gunshot sounded again, and the scorching bullet headed straight for the galloping Jiao Chong with a whistling sound, directly piercing Jiao Chong's body, the impact force of the bullet staggered, knocking Jiao Chong to the ground, without moving.

Jiao Chong was not dead. Although the bullet penetrated his body, it was not fatal. He covered his bleeding wound and dared not move any more. He lay on the ground like a dead person, panting heavily.

He knew that if he struggled to get up and continue running, the precise and scary bullet would directly blow his head off.

Who would hide in this wilderness and attack himself and others?Is it a guerrilla?Or another bandit?

The severe pain made Jiao Chong's head in a mess. The [-] rifle in his hand had landed not far away when he fell, and he pulled out the pistol from his waist without moving.

More than a dozen devils covered in camouflage nets and steel helmets came out of the woods. When they saw the corpse of the bandit lying by the stream, they took out their pistols and shot them in the head at close range without hesitation.