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Fortunately, Lin Xi was only hit on the outside of his shoulder in this incident.

It just happened to scrape the subclavian artery and other important blood vessels, so the bleeding was easier to control.

They didn't dare to stay for too long, and ran all the way with gritted teeth to a small bombed village near the town.

Lin Xi gasped for breath, looked up at the village, a sense of surviving a disaster suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Trying to ignore the pain, he mechanically moved his feet towards a relatively intact house in the corner of the village.

When I opened the door, a stale and decayed smell hit me in the face.

The dim light shone through the torn window paper and sprinkled on the messy furnishings in the house.

The brother and sister were just about to start tidying up and prepare to find a corner to rest.

But his eyes suddenly froze - in a corner of the room, a body that had already been cold and stiff was curled up, its clothes were tattered, and dried blood had condensed into dark blocks on the ground.

Xiaodong suddenly covered her mouth, tears welled up in her eyes, her stomach churned, she almost retched, her body trembled.

Lin Xi's eyes also turned red. He endured the discomfort, raised his hand and gently patted his sister's back, trying to comfort her a little.

After calming down for a while, Lin Xi took a deep breath, forced himself to be alert, squatted down and continued to search for useful things. They really needed supplies to get through these difficult times.

After moving a tattered wooden box, I found a small bag of dry food, some hard steamed bread and a few wrinkled potatoes hidden underneath. Although it looked shabby, it was a life-saving straw.

Lin Xi picked up the dry food with both hands, slowly stood up, and looked at the corpse again, feeling mixed emotions.

"Sister, we can't take other people's things for free. Even though times are difficult, we still have to be polite." Lin Xi said softly, pulling over her sister who was still sobbing.

The brother and sister stood side by side and bowed three times respectfully to the corpse. Lin Xi murmured with tears in her eyes:

"Uncle, aunt, or any of the brothers and sisters, we are so sorry that we could hide here and get some food to save our lives during this difficult time. If life is peaceful in the future, we will definitely find a way to repay you."

After saying this, he carefully put away the dry food, and together with his sister, began to quietly clean up the house. They put the messy tables and chairs back in place, and found some straw to spread on the ground to serve as a bed.

This village is not rich, but it has been robbed three times.

Women and children were taken away, and the strong men were used as laborers. The elderly were either killed or fainted from fear and starved to death.

Lin Xi searched the entire village but couldn't find a single living person.

Although their current situation was very bad and they might be discovered at any time, Lin Xi still worked with her sister to carry out the bodies of the villagers in the house and bury them together.

During this period, the sloppy bandage on Lin Xi's shoulder tore more than once.

Xiaodong cried at first and was scared when she saw the corpse, but later she became numb and got used to it.

In this era, reality will make people slowly get used to all the sufferings.

These days, Lin Xi could only sneak to the fields outside the village before dawn or at dusk to dig wild vegetables and pick grass seeds.

Foods like shepherd's purse and purslane can be used to satisfy hunger after being blanched, while barnyard grass seeds can be fried and crushed to serve as dry food.

There are still some remaining elm seeds in this month, which can also be eaten.

Elm seeds are the seeds of the elm tree. They are round, thin, and have a small raised core in the middle.

It can be made into elm seed rice. Wash the elm seeds, mix them with the dry food cornmeal that Lin Xi had collected, and steam them to make elm seed rice. It has a soft and glutinous texture with a light sweetness.

For several days in a row, no one showed up in the village, and the two men slowly calmed down. At the same time, Lin Xi's ambitions grew like the weeds in this deserted village.

At first, I was afraid. I was afraid of the invaders’ sharp knives, I was afraid of seeing my compatriots’ cold bodies, I was afraid of dying in obscurity…

But as time went by, thinking back to the bullets that passed by with flames splashing that night, and the theater that collapsed in the flames, all the fear turned into a tremendous hatred for the enemy.

Lin Xi wanted to take back the theater. Even though it had already become a ruin, it could not be trampled under the feet of the enemy!

How sad they would be if the sisters came back and saw the destroyed garden and couldn't find them...

Lin Xi was very proactive and his stickler for what he did led him to disguise himself and blend into the refugee group the next day, then queue up for porridge at the porridge shed set up by a charity organization.

Xiaodong is good at needlework and mending things. She uses the discarded tools in the deserted village to take on odd jobs in the town, which Lin Xi would take to the town, and in return she could exchange them for some coarse grains and potatoes.

Usually, when the brother and sister have free time, they will go to the river to catch fish and shrimps to improve their food. Even if the harvest is little, it can still supplement their food.

Lin Xi had to travel 15 kilometers back and forth every day. Since he couldn't take the main road, he could only climb over the mountain behind the village and go down from the other side.

His original pair of boots, made of good material, were worn out and patched up until they were completely unwearable. Sister Xiaodong then sewed him a few pairs of straw sandals.

Gradually, life was not good, but compared to most displaced people, it was already very happy.

In the wild grass on the misty mountain, Lin Xi was walking with one foot deep and one foot shallow, her hair sticking to her forehead in a messy manner.

Suddenly, a light but regular sound of footsteps came from the woods beside. Lin Xi was instantly alert, his body tensed, he crouched and hid behind a huge rock, his hand unconsciously reached for the short knife at his waist for self-defense.

Before he could recover from the shock, several figures flashed out from the woods. They were wearing gray, patched military uniforms and worn-out military caps. Their eyes were as sharp as hawks, with guns slung steadily on their shoulders - they were guerrillas!

The captain, who was in the lead, was agile. When he saw Lin Xi, he was slightly startled. He immediately raised his hand to signal the team members to be quiet and asked softly, "Young man, why are you running alone in this deserted mountain? Be careful of the black bear."

Lin Xi calmed himself down and realized that the other party had no ill intentions, so he stood up and brushed off the dust on his body.

He took out the piece of iron that symbolized the identity of the underground organization from his arms and handed it forward: "Brother, this... do you recognize it?"

The captain took the jade pendant, examined it carefully, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly held Lin Xi's hand:

"Oh, we finally met one of our own! We have been camping in this forest, keeping an eye on the Japanese troops' movements down the mountain every day. We were worried that we were out of touch with the news."

Everyone sat in a secluded place in the forest, and Lin Xi told them the intelligence that the Japanese army would soon launch a large-scale "mopping-up" operation in the mountains and the deployment of troops in the city. Although his voice was a little hoarse due to fatigue, it was clear and logical.

The guerrilla leader spread out a map, pointed to several key strongholds in the surrounding area, and talked about the Japanese army's material reserves and patrol patterns that they knew about.

The two sides talked to each other, and the information was connected one by one like a silk thread.

After exchanging information, Lin Xi was fully aware of the heavy responsibility on his shoulders.

Later, when the guerrillas in the mountains were short of supplies and medicines, he used the underground organization's secret network in the city to raise medicines and food and find ways to smuggle them out of the city.

If the underground organization wanted to grasp the Japanese military movements outside the city, Lin Xi would rush to the guerrilla camp without stopping and bring back first-hand intelligence.

Every time he traveled between the mountains and towns, his body was tired, but his spirit became increasingly full. No matter what, he saw the hope of annihilating the enemy.

The news could not be hidden from Sister Xiaodong. For the first time, this timid girl mustered up the courage to request to join the guerrillas' logistics and became a little nurse following the medical staff.

After the deserted village was injected with vitality, the weeds seemed to stop growing, and the huge village gradually became a secret base for treating the wounded.

During this period, Lin Xi was also trying her best to find out the news about her sisters, but she did not hear any substantial information from either the underground organizations in the city or the guerrilla forces.

Lin Xi thought optimistically, it doesn’t matter, no news might be the best news.

The next day.

Lin Xi was hiding in the adobe house that served as a makeshift kitchen in the deserted village. His hands were covered with flour, beads of sweat hung on his forehead, and he was kneading the dough intently.

There was a roaring fire on the stove next to them, and wild vegetable soup was bubbling in the pot, with steam rising up.

Several young guerrillas wrapped in gauze sat around him, staring at the dough in his hands, waiting for him to steam the buns until they were soft and fragrant.

"Xizi, you have to teach me your cooking skills tomorrow. I have been eating dry food every day and I have almost forgotten what white flour steamed buns taste like!"

A young soldier grinned.

Lin Xi raised her eyes, a smile on her lips, and was about to speak when she saw the captain rushing into the room in a hurry, raising a trail of dust under his feet, his face so gloomy that water could drip out of it.

"Lin Xi, something happened!" The captain gasped, clenched his fists, and his knuckles turned white.

"All your sisters have been captured by the Japanese army. We just heard the news and they are locked up in the city jail. Those beasts even deliberately leaked the news. It's obvious that they are trying to control us!"

Lin Xi only felt a buzzing in his head, the dough in his hand fell "plop" onto the chopping board, his body shook, and his eyes turned red instantly.

The voices and smiles of my sisters flashed before my eyes like a revolving lantern.

Before Lin Xi could recover from the shock, the communicator came running over again:

"Captain, Xizi, the underground organization in the city has an urgent letter with important information about the recent strategic deployment adjustments of the Japanese army and the transportation routes of troops. We need to unite our guerrillas, underground organizations and volunteers to fight together and give the Japanese army a fatal blow."

He turned his head and fixed his trusting eyes on Lin Xi: "The higher-ups have ordered Xizi to deliver the information to the Volunteer Army safely. There can be no delay!"

Lin Xi bit her lower lip tightly until the taste of blood spread on the tip of her tongue and her nails dug deep into her palms.

On one side are the sisters who are as close as siblings and whose lives are in danger. Every second of delay may cause them to suffer more.

On one hand, there is important information related to the success or failure of the war and the life and death of countless compatriots. If it cannot be delivered to the volunteers, the early preparations and the blood and sacrifices of comrades in arms will be all destroyed...

Seeing this, the captain stepped forward and held Lin Xi's shoulders, his eyes filled with grief:

"Lin Xi, I know it's difficult for you, but the war situation is the most important thing right now. If we win this battle, we can hope to rescue your sister and the others. If it really doesn't work, I will do it for you even if I have to disobey the orders of my superiors!"

Lin Xi took a deep breath, raised her hand to wipe away her tears, straightened her spine, and the tears in her eyes turned into determination:

"Captain, I understand! We can't let everyone's hard work go to waste. The sisters have been holding on until now and are looking forward to driving away the Japanese. I'll go now!"

After saying that, Lin Xi took the documents wrapped in layers of oil paper, hid them close to his body, packed his bag simply, and put on his dagger.

At dawn, the village was still wrapped in a thin layer of morning mist, and the silence was solemn.

The wounded supported each other and limped out of the makeshift shelters in the village.

Some of them were leaning on rough wooden sticks and hopping on one leg; some had their arms wrapped in bandages hanging in front of their chests, with blood stains still seeping through the gauze.

These tough guys who usually charge into battle and shed blood without shedding tears now have red eyes.

The leader was a young soldier with sunken cheeks and high cheekbones. The wound pulled the corners of his mouth, making it difficult for him to speak. His lips trembled for a while, and he finally uttered four words: "Take care!"

The voice was hoarse and carried the chill of the dawn wind. Everyone gathered around and automatically formed a not very neat but extremely solemn team, with straight postures and their backs like taut bowstrings.

Although his clothes were ragged, patched up, and covered in dust and bloodstains, his spirit was as sharp as a blade drawn from its sheath, unstoppable.

The morning light penetrated the mist and sprinkled on everyone, as if they were coated with a layer of golden light. At the command, the wounded raised their hands and saluted.

The moment the arm was raised, the bandage slipped off, the wound burst, and blood soaked the gauze red, but no one cared about the pain.

Lin Xi stood in a daze under the crooked old locust tree at the entrance of the village, tightly holding the documents wrapped in layers of oil paper in her arms. The edges of the paper hurt her palms, but they were not as rapid as her heartbeat at the moment.

The information bag seemed to be of a thousand-pound weight, carrying the life and death of countless soldiers and the direction of the war. It was obtained through the thrilling maneuvers of countless intelligence agents and the secret lurking of underground party members. It was precious and deadly.

Before leaving, he looked back at the village, and in a trance, he seemed to have returned to the moment when he left the sea of ​​fire.

The difference is that this time, the flames ignited are not the flames of sin, but the sparks that never stop!

He paused, waved his hand as if in a relaxed manner, then strode into the forest. His figure disappeared in the lush greenery, and he quickly headed towards the volunteer army camp.

This road was different from the one Lin Xi had taken in the past. It was the route leading to the Volunteer Army Camp, and the route passed through the Japanese military base.

In the mountains and forests, the thick fog made the road ahead obscure and difficult to see.

I finally managed to get out and stepped into the outskirts of the town. I could smell the dead silence of the streets and the lingering smell of burning from a distance.

The common people had haggard faces, hunched bodies, and evasive eyes. The Japanese soldiers patrolled in groups of two or three, carrying guns in a domineering manner.

Lin Xi pulled the brim of his hat very low, huddled in the group of refugees, pretending to be cowardly.

When passing the Japanese checkpoint, my heart was pounding and my palms were full of sweat.

Fortunately, an old man next to him pretended to fall, causing a commotion among the Japanese soldiers.

He took the opportunity to bend down and pass through, but the corner of his clothes was caught on the wire mesh. He struggled hard, the sound of cloth tearing rang in his ears, and cold sweat instantly soaked his clothes.

At this moment, the sound of gunfire suddenly rang out, and a shell wrapped in the breath of death whistled and fell not far away.

The earth shook violently, and the wind waves swept over like a raging tide. Lin Xi was caught off guard and knocked to the ground. He hugged the documents tightly reflexively, his ears were buzzing, and stars were everywhere in front of his eyes.

In the dust, Lin Xi breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the information was intact, but then he saw a child not far away who was scratched by shrapnel and was crying loudly.

Lin Xi's heart sank, and after a brief hesitation, she gritted her teeth, picked up the child and hid in the ruins nearby. However, while waiting for the shelling to subside, the child died without her knowing.