Chapter 78 Cremation(32)

It will be dawn soon.Eight brothers outside the city burned the warehouse, killed more than 30 enemy soldiers, and destroyed two field cannons.They retreated and only one was missing.The warehouse was still smoking, the broken field artillery was lying on the platform, and the enemy soldiers were dazed in the breeze of the remnant night.They didn't know what was going on.They came here dreaming of a dream—the dream of aggression, robbery, and getting rich and promotion—and now they have entered into a vague, dangerous dream where the boundary between life and death is not clear.Those dead bodies were like the dregs of a dream, lying cold in the morning breeze.What a big China! It is a sea that can never be filled with dead bodies!

In the city, the fire is also gradually extinguished.Black smoke is flowing everywhere, dead people are lying, full of gunpowder gas.Roof tiles, walls, doors and windows are full of holes.The Small Town God's Temple itself and its surroundings are in rubble.Wang Juren died, Ergou died, and Tian Mazi died too; those who cherish life, those who cherish money, and those who smoke opium, all ended their own lives and desires in the war indiscriminately.The war of resistance is rigid. Weakness and perfunctory will not win victory, nor will we escape death.More than 150 enemy officers and soldiers died.They didn't seem to be fighting, but suddenly fell into the abyss of death.Their ferocity, cruelty, and tyranny make them unable to stand firmly on the road of humanity, and they themselves call death to their heads.The little wind is very small and sharp, it seems to be specially designed to blow the cold to the hearts of the enemy soldiers who are still alive.

The whole city fell silent.People in Wencheng did not cry, although hundreds of people died.The dead are permanently free because they lost their lives against the enemy.Those who are alive are ready to die next time. The blood on their hands is from the enemy, and the blood of the enemy is not something inviolable.There are fewer people in Wencheng, but Wencheng's heart has hardened.Although Wencheng is small, it cannot be overwhelmed.The heart of Wencheng began to beat in unison with the sound of cannons on the mountains to the west and the ambition of the national war of resistance.There were only five of Captain Shi's men left, and the rest all died laughing in Wencheng.

Captain Shi was wounded on his arm and hid in the homes of ordinary people.After sleeping in a mouthful of longevity wood for three nights, he endured the pain and climbed the city wall, carrying the last grenade.Already on the ground, he was spotted by guards outside the city walls.He cannot use his last grenade to kill an enemy soldier; his grenade cannot be so cheap.He must lure more enemy soldiers to the appropriate place, and then throw his precious weapon.The enemy's whistle blew.He ran forward.The enemy soldiers fired.Obviously, the enemy soldiers did not dare to chase him alone, and the shooting was just a demonstration, and they did not aim accurately.He ran forward desperately.After running a long way, he looked back, and there were seven or eight enemy soldiers chasing after him.Captain Shi felt very proud - the actions of the previous two days had made the enemy fearful, and now they have to chase one of them with seven or eight people.Taking a breath, he ran again.His arm hurt so badly that he ground his teeth.He must forget himself, and regard himself only as a "trick" to lure the enemy to his death, like catching birds and beasts.The enemy must be destroyed, and he himself must be sacrificed.

He just ran, just looking for a suitable place to destroy the enemy, he hardly knew the direction, and forgot where he was.Running and running, he knew the way, he was going to Lao Zheng's pine forest.Are the enemy soldiers trying to chase him that far?The pine forest is a good place, but do the enemy soldiers dare to go there?He stopped again.The enemy soldiers fired again.He fell to the ground.Stand up very quickly.Looking back, the enemy soldiers seemed to have hesitated for a moment before catching up again.He ran again, and he saw the pine forest.It was almost dawn and the pine trees were very dark.Those dark trees made his heart happy.It seems to see many old friends.However, he immediately thought, should he go to the pine forest and cause trouble for his friend Lao Zheng?He almost slowed down, thinking about it.However, he could not think, and the bullet behind him did not allow him to think.He only hoped that Lao Zheng's family would have run away when they heard the gunshots.He ran to the pine forest.The door of the thatched cottage is open. Could it be that Lao Zheng had already escaped during the two days of fighting, or was killed by the enemy?He didn't want to run into the house, but if there is no one in the house, it must be easier to lure the enemy than outside.If he hides in the forest, the enemy will definitely spread out and search!He is in the house, and they will come up together.And the usefulness of grenades will increase.He flung himself through the door, almost tripping.It was quite dark in the room.Touch it with your hands, corpse!He thought that Lao Zheng, or Meng Lian, had been killed.Death is nothing unusual.On the contrary, he was very happy-he found a very good coffin.Very quickly, he carried four or five bundles of straw and sprinkled lamp oil on them.When the enemy soldiers arrived, he smiled, shouted "Kill", and threw the grenade. He struck the match, lit the straw, and threw bundles of straw around.He knew that a grenade could not completely wipe out the enemy soldiers, so he decided not to be a prisoner!At least two or three of the enemies were still alive, firing their guns from a dozen paces from the door.

The wheat straw was burning, Captain Shi saw clearly that Tie Zhuzi and his wife were lying on the ground.He had no weapon, and listening to the gunshots outside, he couldn't fight back.He stared blankly at the kind and innocent young couple who were slaughtered.Because of climbing the city, and because of sprinting, the wound on his arm, which had not been properly wrapped, began to bleed out.He sat beside the body.He waited to be reduced to ashes.He was completely carefree, and only felt that life was leaking out with blood.Slowly, the smoke filled the hut, captivating his eyes.He felt suffocated, but his heart was at peace.He had fulfilled his - a soldier's - task, and when resistance had become irresistible, he decided not to be taken prisoner.Flames spewed out from all directions in the house.In the smoke and fire, he fell faintly and gloriously to the ground.The gunfire outside stopped.From the windows, from the house door, from the thatched roof, bright red tongues stick out, licking the fragrant, emerald green pine branches.The smoke rose upwards, and there were patches of red dawn clouds in the east, and golden light shot from the clouds.The smoke on the thatched cottage is still rising, as if it is about to rise into the Danxia.

In Wangcun, Menglian asked the brigade commander to take her in and serve in the army.She told the brigade commander that she was Ding Yishan's fiancée!Yishan died, she will use work to commemorate him.The brigade commander sent someone to send her to the division headquarters. There is a political work brigade in the division headquarters, which accepts both men and women. Uncle Song followed her to the division headquarters.After listening to the old man's story, the teacher gave him one hundred yuan and taught him how to do small business.Lao Zheng shook his head and said, "Tie Zhuzi! No, Master! I am too old to be a soldier, but I can still be a cook!" The Master sent him to work in the Political Work Brigade.He is still very tough and hardworking, but whenever he speaks, he unconsciously calls out "Iron Zhuzi!"