Chapter 2151 Warrior (Part 3)

An hour later, Qian Chuan'er and Peng Liang, who had already hidden in a pile of firewood, looked even worse.

There is a "even worse" here, which means that their faces were not good before.

The reason for their bad faces before was of course because Han Maocai must have died. Although they did not see it with their own eyes, they heard the short bursts of the box gun.

The short bursts only sounded for a moment and then never sounded again. What does it mean? Do they need to see it with their own eyes?

And now the two of them looked even worse, because Han Maocai sacrificed himself to create such an opportunity. They finally ran out of the blockade of the Japanese cavalry.

But after running for an hour, they arrived outside the village and suddenly found that there were Japanese soldiers in the village.

In desperation, the two of them could only hide next to the pile of firewood next to the village.

But when they carefully observed the situation, they found that their situation was worse than before!

Previously, they were only blocked by the Japanese army and could not move forward.

But this time, the Japanese army appeared all around them.

Of course, the Japanese army was not as dense or close as imagined during the war, but except for the bushes where the two of them were hiding, there was a wide area around them, so they could see scattered Japanese soldiers.

There were places where people could hide, such as a forest that looked like it was of a decent size.

But thanks to the Japanese soldiers wandering around, the two of them did not dare to move.

And thanks to the two of them not moving, because now they saw people coming out of the forest, a group of people, they were ordinary people, but they were taken out of the forest by the Japanese army!

"Where did so many little devils come from?" Peng Liang reacted slowly.

"What's your name Peng Liang? From now on, you can call yourself Hu Liangzi!" Qian Chuan'er said unhappily.

"What Hu Liangzi?" Peng Liang did not understand.

"Hu Zhuzi's brother, Hu Zhuzi is Da Hu, and you Hu Liangzi are Er Hu, Er Hu, baji!" Qian Chuan'er said angrily.

"Why are you scolding people?" Peng Liang didn't dare to talk back to Qian Chuan'er and muttered in a low voice.

"The Japanese soldiers who came back from the mopping-up operation are hiding outside the village. The Japanese soldiers sent people to arrest people everywhere! Where do so many Japanese soldiers come from?" Qian Chuan'er had no choice but to explain to Peng Liang.

"Oh." Peng Liang's brain was slow to react, and he understood after Qian Chuan'er said this.

He was just wondering why these Japanese soldiers were like chickens and eggs, one here and one there. It turned out that they came out to look for the people.

How can they get through this time? Qian Chuan'er was a little worried. It seemed that they could only wait until the Japanese soldiers finished searching the fields and withdrew the people before they could continue on their way.

But the problem was that it was afternoon now.

Qian Chuan'er was still worried, but at this time Peng Liang said again: "Hey, you don't think the Japanese soldiers will come to search the place where we are hiding, right?"

"You-why are you talking about something else?" Qian Chuan'er said angrily.

Yes, there are Japanese soldiers everywhere. If they search these firewood piles, won't they be exposed?

"Then I won't come if I don't mention it?" Peng Liang retorted.

Peng Liang is not good at speaking. What he wants to say is that we are fighting a war. When fighting a war, we must think of the worst. Only by being prepared can we avoid danger. Is that a matter of talking about something else?

"Let's go into the firewood pile. Forget it. Let's climb to the top." Qian Chuan'er said.

There are several firewood piles in the place where the two of them are hiding now. They hid in the middle of these firewood piles. The firewood pile next to them is not small, and it is made of wheat straw.

Wheat straw is the part of wheat straw without wheat ears. Qian Chuan'er and Peng Liang, who are from the Northeast, are very familiar with this.

Anyone with common sense knows that wheat straw is very light, except for those who mistake a patch of newly grown wheat seedlings for a field of chives.

It is also because wheat straw is very light and hollow in the middle that it is much easier to get into this firewood pile. Forget about the bean pile, because it is too heavy and it is difficult to dig a hole in a short time.

If someone hides in a wheat pile, the Japanese devils really can't find it.

But the problem is that you can only see the situation on one side after entering, and you can't see anything on the remaining three sides. You can't just look around in the firewood pile.

Besides, the Japanese devils are used to burning, killing and looting, and "burning" is the first one in burning, killing and looting.

If the two of them hide in there, they may not know that the Japanese devils set fire outside, and burn them!

But it's different when they climb up the firewood pile. At least they have a wide field of vision and can know the surrounding situation!

"That's it!" Qian Chuan'er pointed to the firewood pile next to them.

This firewood pile was high and big enough.

It was high enough so that the Japanese soldiers standing on the ground could not see them when they climbed up.

It was big enough, which meant that they could hide in the middle of the firewood pile when they reached the top. Even if there were Japanese soldiers on the roof, they would not necessarily be able to find them if they hid in the middle of the firewood pile.

The firewood pile was very high and steep, but fortunately, because the firewood pile of this family was high, the other family was afraid that the strong wind would blow the firewood away, so they threw it up. The straw ropes were hung down at both ends of the firewood pile, and big stones were tied to both ends of the straw ropes.

Peng Liang stuck his head out and saw that the Japanese soldiers in the distance did not notice this place, so he whispered: "I'll pull the rope for you, you climb up quickly." Then he climbed out.

No mistake, one post, one content, one 6-9 book, one bar!

Peng Liang pulled the straw rope, and Qian Chuan'er pulled the rope and climbed up the firewood pile.

Qian Chuan'er, who was small and light, climbed up the firewood pile like a monkey.

Then he pulled the rope from above, and Peng Liang, who returned from the other end of the firewood pile, also pulled the rope and climbed up.

The two hid on the firewood pile to observe. After more than half an hour, the Japanese soldiers returned with varying numbers of civilians.

However, the Japanese soldiers did not drive the civilians into the village, but all stayed in the open space at the entrance of the village.

Soon, the civilians searched out by the Japanese army from the fields gathered more and more, and there were three or four hundred men and women, young and old, a huge mass of black, and the Japanese army outside also set up machine guns.

The only thing that Qian Chuan'er and Peng Liang were thankful for was that the firewood pile where they were was still 70 or 80 meters away from the village entrance. As long as they lay down honestly, they would not be discovered by the Japanese army for a while.

But at this time, Qian Chuan'er suddenly whispered: "It's bad!"

"What's wrong?" Peng Liang asked.

"Will the Japanese kill the civilians?" Qian Chuan'er said worriedly.

"What should we do?" Peng Liang was also worried when he heard it.

The Japanese army massacred the civilians. It was not news, not to mention that these civilians were the civilians of the base.

When Peng Liang asked this, Qian Chuan'er did not say anything.

At this time, Peng Liang suddenly figured out something, and his face changed.

What did he figure out? Although his brain was a little slow to react, he was not stupid. He remembered Han Maocai who had died only an hour ago.

But before he could say anything, a duck-voiced man suddenly shouted from the crowd in front: "The Imperial Army said that if anyone can tell where the Eighth Route Army or Shang Zhenying is, the Imperial Army will give a huge reward!

If you don't tell, the Imperial Army won't waste time talking to you. If you don't know, you will be beheaded!"

The person who spoke must be a traitorous translator, but Qian Chuan'er and Peng Liang could be guessed even if they were not in the crowd. The crowd must be silent.

How could the common people know where the Eighth Route Army or their Shang Zhenying is, or even if they knew, they wouldn't tell!

But at this time, Peng Liang whispered: "Old Han also died, this time it's my turn, you have to complete the task assigned to you by Secretary He!"

After Peng Liang finished speaking, he rolled over and slid down under the pile of firewood with his rifle.