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

"Could it be a ghost?"

The other sentry dog ​​turned his head and looked at the small black spot in the distance, his teeth chattered because of fear.

"It's too far away to see clearly."

The captain of the militia looked at a group of people walking towards this side in the distance, and his expression suddenly became serious.

"Gousheng, hurry up and notify the people in the village to evacuate, and let all the militiamen gather here." Without knowing the enemy and us, the militia captain decided to let the people in the village evacuate first for safety reasons.

"Yes!" Sentinel Gou Yuk knew that the situation was urgent, and immediately grabbed his rifle, turned around and ran towards the village in the depression.

Seeing the sentinel dog running towards the village, the trembling sentinel Shuanzi turned his attention to the captain of the militia: "Team...captain, why don't we move as well."

"Let's see the situation first." Although the captain's complexion was a little pale, please force yourself to calm down and not run away immediately: "Don't be afraid, get down."

"oh oh,"

Then Shuan Zi crouched down behind a clump of weeds in a hurry, and shoved the rifle out, his eyes fixed on the group of people approaching from far and near, and his palms were sweating nervously.

And in the village behind them, the sound of gongs and drums was already raging, and the quiet village suddenly became chaotic like boiling water, and the villagers hurriedly prepared to move to escape.

Text Chapter 71 "Guerrillas"

The militia self-defense captain and sentinel Shuanzi of Yangjiagou hid behind the weeds on the mound and looked into the distance with their hands on their eyelids. Shuanzi's legs shook like they were sifting chaff.

"Stop shaking, look at your prospects..."

Seeing the sentinel Shuanzi trembling violently, the captain of the militia couldn't help but turned his head to stare at Shuanzi and scolded him. In fact, he was also terrified.

Although he was the captain of the militia, he was an honest farmer before he was the captain of the militia. The North Subei Corps fired a gun, and he has only fired two bullets until now.

The little devils that seep in are very evil, and they all kill without blinking, just like those legendary ghosts. Not to mention the villagers are afraid, he, the militia captain, is also afraid, and he has been unable to sleep all night for the past few days.

Shuan Zi was reprimanded. Although he suppressed his body not to tremble, he could hear his heart beating nervously as he watched the figures getting closer and closer on the path.

The small road leading to Yangjiagou meandered along the field ridge, and the group of people walking towards Yangjiagou didn't have the slightest intention of shy away from it, and came directly with guns on their shoulders.

In just a short while, the small black dots that I saw at first became clear. This group of people were talking and laughing, treating this place as if they were their own backyard, without any precautions.

"It doesn't seem to be a devil, but a member of our guerrilla army."

Looking at this group of people carrying [-] rifles and wearing neat gray cotton military uniforms from a distance, the guerrilla leader's hanging heart was mostly relieved.

Hearing this, the sentinel Shuanzi poked his head out from behind a clump of weeds to look outside. Sure enough, the person who came came didn't look like a devil, either in the clothes he was wearing or the gun he was carrying. The devil's military uniform was all yellow. Dog skin, they all recognize it.

"They're still carrying machine guns."

Shuanzi pointed to the machine guns carried on the shoulders of the group of people in front, full of envy. These regular troops are just different, and they are more than one level higher than the militia in their village in terms of treatment and weapons.

"[-]% are here to encircle and suppress the small army of devils." The militia captain judged.

At this moment, more than a dozen young and strong men with various weapons rushed over from the village, and there was mist around their mouths as they ran.

Yangjiagou's militia consisted of only a dozen people, five seven-nine rifles, and most of them held cold weapons like red tasseled guns in their hands, which could only strengthen their courage. Already shot down.

"It's not devils, it's our guerrillas."

Seeing the militia team from the village rushing towards them as if they were facing a big enemy, the tension on the militia captain's face has subsided.

"Hurry up and tell everyone not to go out and hide, and go back to the village. Our own team is here. Hurry up to boil water and cook."

The captain of the militia gave instructions to the militiamen who were stunned and panting, then straightened his clothes and greeted the team with a smile.

This troop also stopped when they saw the militia captain, and one of them, who looked like an officer, came up alone.

"This is Yangjiagou, right?"

The officer walked up to the captain of the militia and stopped, while talking, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and handed one to the captain of the militia.

"Yes, sir, this is Yangjiagou. I am the militia captain of Yangjiagou. My surname is Zhang."

The captain of the militia took the cigarette handed over by the officer in trepidation and replied respectfully.

The officer glanced at a piece of tile-roofed houses in the mountain depression, lit a cigarette for himself, and said, "We are from Jieshou. I heard that a group of devils attacked nearby recently. Do you know the situation?"

Hearing what the officer said, the captain of the militia was sure that this was the guerrilla unit who came to help them encircle and suppress the small army of devils who had been panicking recently, and immediately became enthusiastic.

"I know, I know, Fanjiawei was attacked two days ago, and many people died. Fortunately, our joint defense militia self-defense team rushed to support in time, otherwise Fanjiawei would have suffered." The militia captain said with lingering fear.

"Can you tell us about the situation in detail, where did the devil go?" the officer asked seriously.

"The devils ran away after the attack, and now we don't know where they are hiding."

After the officer heard this, he frowned.

The captain of the militia looked at the silent smoking officer, and warmly invited: "The officers must have not eaten since they came all the way. Why don't you go to the village to eat, and then stay first, and then go there when you find the devil."

In fact, the captain of the militia also had his own thoughts. Since the guerrillas had come, they had to stay in the village. With them here, he felt more at ease.

After pondering for a moment, the officer nodded and said, "That's fine, then there will be more trouble."

The militia captain waved his hands and said, "Where are you, you are here to help us fight the devils, we should thank you."

The captain of the militia led the way, and the team of more than 100 people entered the village in a mighty manner, which immediately made the village with only a few people more than a hundred people lively.

Because of the strict military discipline, and because Yang Ling said that fighting guerrillas behind enemy lines is like building a house with a solid foundation, the relationship between the army and the people is very harmonious, and the troops are loved by the local people.

Now that the officers and soldiers of the Subei Corps had arrived, the villagers who made a false alarm, although they were also living in dire straits, still brought out the best things to entertain these officers and soldiers who came from afar.

The troops were resting and wandering around in the village, and the villagers were busy cooking and cooking, preparing to entertain them well.

"How many people are there in the militia defense teams in your villages? Who is usually in command, and how do you gather?"

The officer pulled the militia captain to ask some weird questions, but after all, he was here to help them fight the devils, and the militia captain also answered every question.

"Sir, didn't you say that you only came here two days ago, why did you arrive today?"

The captain of the militia was also very puzzled. He had been notified that the guerrillas were coming, but he did not expect that they would arrive after receiving the notification.

"Oh, the military situation is on fire. This little devil is killing people and setting fires here and there. How can we sit still? We rushed over immediately after receiving the order." The officer also laughed and replied with a smile.

"That's true, it's good if you come here, and the little devil will not dare to be arrogant."

The captain of the militia had always been in fear, but now that he saw the guerrillas approaching, his suspense finally fell to the ground.

Soon, the village said that the food was ready, ready to entertain these guerrilla officers and soldiers who came to help them.

But when the officers and soldiers of these guerrilla troops saw the food served by the villagers, their faces turned black immediately.