Shang Zhen and the others woke up at dawn.
They were not woken up by the cold, but by the noise.
When Shang Zhen and the others stood up in the cold morning wind, they saw Ma Tianfang running into the woods from the southwest.
Last night they arranged a total of two sentries, one was Ma Tianfang, who was arranged in the southwest corner, and the other was Chen Hanwen, who was arranged in the east.
At this time, Shang Zhen and others saw that there were dozens of people following Ma Tianfang.
As soon as they saw the clothes those people were wearing and the way they walked, Zhang Zhen and his friends realized that those people were the villagers of the village where they fought against the Japanese army yesterday.
At that time, Shang Zhen and his men wanted to use that village to set a trap and assassinate the Japanese army.
So they drove the villagers away in a hurry. There was no time to reason at that time. When the villagers refused to leave, they simply pointed their guns and drove them out!
In the end, they fired another shot when they shot the last Japanese soldier, the fifth one. It is estimated that after that shot, the villagers should have fled further away.
But who would have thought that they would meet those villagers now.
"It's over, it's over, it's all over, it's all over! The victim has come to find me!" Qin Chuan sighed in a low voice.
"What's the matter?" Hu Zhuzi was puzzled.
Qin Chuan didn't say anything else, but he knew everything in his mind.
Yesterday they drove the villagers out of their homes, and after they defeated the Japanese army that arrived later, they burned down the village.
Although it was the Japanese army that set the fire, how could the house be burned down if they were not there to assassinate the Japanese soldiers?
Isn’t this the victim coming to find you?
The so-called victim is the creditor who has a perpetrator for every grievance and a debt owed to him. From this perspective, these Northeast Army soldiers are the debtors.
Sure enough, Ma Tianfang hurried over, glanced at the crowd, and whispered, "The people know their houses were burned down, and they came to settle the score with us!"
"Fuck, we saved so many of their lives? And they still have the nerve to come after us?" Qiu Bo said angrily.
Qiu Bo's words naturally caused discussion among the soldiers, but Shang Zhen, Lao Huotou and Wang Laomao remained silent.
"Who is the leader here?" Sure enough, when the villagers walked up to Shang Zhen and his group, a middle-aged man asked.
Everyone looked at Shang Zhen.
Shang Zhen frowned but did not speak. It was not because he was afraid to talk to these villagers, but because he felt that his position as leader was not legitimate. If he said he was the leader, would his companions have other ideas?
But before he could say anything, the middle-aged man saw that everyone was looking at Shang Zhen and he also recognized that Shang Zhen was the boss, the superior.
"You kicked us out of our home, and now our house is burned down. What do you think we should do about this? You, you have to compensate us for our house!" the middle-aged man asked angrily.
They are all from the Northeast, and not all ordinary people are afraid of the government troops. Shang Zhen and his men are the Northeast Army, but to the ordinary people in the Northeast, aren't they the government troops?
Shang Zhen knew he couldn't avoid this question. It seemed he had to bite the bullet and take on the role of leader.
But just when he was about to speak, one of their gang members stood up. It was Qian Chuaner.
"Fuck, did we burn your house? Did we jump into the well with your children? Your house was burned by the Japanese, what do you have to say about that?" Qian Chuan'er said with contempt.
Everyone knows Qian Chuan'er's personality. He is lively and talkative, but no one expected that he has such a sharp tongue.
His words almost choked the man to death!
"Hey, that's not what the boss said!" the man said hurriedly after he recovered.
"How else can I put it? If we hadn't driven you out of the village, your men would have been killed, your women would have been raped, and your children would have been stabbed with bayonets. We risked our lives to save you, but not only did you not dare to express our gratitude, you even dared to ask us to compensate you for our house. Have you lost your conscience?" Qian Chuan's words were like knives, and every word he said was sharp.
Shang Zhen, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but admire Qian Chuan'er. He didn't know about others, but Shang Zhen knew that at least he couldn't say such elegant words.
However, Shang Zhen didn't expect that the middle-aged man opposite him was not a good person either.
"Ha!" The man laughed instead of getting angry. The man had thin lips, just like Hou Kanshan's thin lips. Generally, men with such thin lips are calculative people judging by their physiognomy!
Sure enough, the man had recovered from Qian Chuan'er's verbal attack, but he also asked back: "What are you talking about?
If you hadn't killed the Japanese in our village, the Japanese would have set our houses on fire?
You say the Japanese are fierce, but that's just what you say. We didn't see anything. Why should we ordinary people care who occupies our land?
I remember that Marshal Zhang didn't say he would burn our house. If things really don't work out, we'll just go and argue with Marshal Zhang!"
Although this man is thin-skinned, his words were spoken with dignity and confidence.
Just these words of the man caused Shang Zhen, a soldier of the Northeast Army, to exclaim countless “Fuck” in his heart!
He actually wanted to drag all of us to Marshal Zhang to argue!
If you really have the guts to drag us to Marshal Zhang to argue with him, it would be better to drag us directly to the King of Hell to argue with him.
Get the hell out of here!
Marshal Zhang is already buried, you know? If you want to go, go ahead, we won't follow you!
However, everyone thought this in their hearts but would never say it out loud. After all, the Marshal was gone but the Young Marshal was still there, and it would be taboo for them to dare to say so.
"Did you just call him Marshal Zhang casually?" Wang Laomao finally spoke.
He suddenly realized that he hadn't been doing beard trimming for several years, and some people didn't know their place anymore. Anger had begun to brew in his body.
But at this moment Shang Zhen suddenly asked, "How did you know the village was on fire?"
Shang Zhen was very surprised. Standing at the highest point of the forest where they were, they could only barely see the smoke coming out of the village. As for the villagers, it was obvious that they were farther away than them last night. How could they see the village on fire?
This is a mountainous area, and the hills and trees can block the black smoke.
"Ha!" The middle-aged man laughed again. He didn't know that Wang Laomao across from him was already secretly swearing in his heart, "You son of a bitch, you're still laughing, I'll make you cry in a little while!"
"People in our village went back to check, and found that all thirteen houses were burned down!" The middle-aged man got to the point after laughing.
At this point, Shang Zhen suddenly realized that it seemed that more than one person had returned to the village. When they found that the village was burned down, they sent people back to report the news.
Just as Shang Zhen was about to explain a few more words to these villagers, and Wang Laomao was about to show his temper, they heard footsteps behind them.
When everyone turned around, they saw Chen Hanwen running back panting with a rifle in his hand.
"Oh no, oh no, something happened, the Japanese started searching the mountain!" said Chen Hanwen.