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  To lower one's head is to invite a knife, and to raise it is also to invite a knife. Since there's no escaping, the only option left is to stake this life. With two successive tragic events, the number of village self-defense team members increased again, with five villages joining the joint defense alliance, and the influence of the propaganda team expanded. These are all results of education under bloody, ruthless facts. Who dares say that when the Japanese come, they won't kill or set fires at will? At least in Shili Village, you'll be beaten to a pulp for saying so.

  The excavation progressed unexpectedly quickly, and the construction under the permafrost was not affected by the cold. After witnessing the tragic situation in Tudun Village, the villagers realized the benefits of this tunnel, even if it meant digging their own cellars a little deeper or longer, which might save lives in times of crisis.

  Meng You Tian also had some new ideas, that is, the tunnel warfare seen in movies was somewhat exaggerated. What high-rise fortifications, street heart firepower points, crossfire holes and so on, under the Japanese devils' artillery fire became a bit of an armchair strategy. In the case of continuous bombing and burning, the village's ground buildings were likely to be piles of rubble, and it was impossible to poke the ground into a sieve net and shoot at the Japanese devils' feet with guns.

  Landmines, as a cheap and simple weapon for the poor, have gained more attention from Meng Youdao. He gave good treatment to Sun Qihua, a skilled pyrotechnician from Lianggang Village, to boost his enthusiasm for developing landmines. Meng Youdao had analyzed that although high-explosive explosives were in short supply, landmines made with black gunpowder also had killing power. Moreover, landmines did not necessarily have to be lethal; in some battles, using disabling weapons would be more effective. Wounding one person required several people to take care of him, causing the enemy's overall combat effectiveness to decline faster.

  The development of landmines has seen a glimmer of hope, and as a derivative product of landmines - bullet mines, have been made. This thing only needs a bamboo tube or wooden box slightly larger than the diameter of a bullet, a bottom plate with nails, poorly aimed reloaded bullets, even loaded with dates and wooden heads, which has lethal power. If the bullets are soaked in human feces and horse urine for a period of time, if they hit the sole of the foot, amputation is considered a good result.

  Bullets are effective against enemy patrols or in mountain warfare. Due to the close shooting distance, even if the enemy has protective combat boots, they cannot withstand it. In complex terrain conditions, the evacuation of wounded personnel is a major problem for both sides. This is exactly the ultimate intention of bullets: people with foot injuries can hardly continue to undertake mountain assault missions, and in order to withdraw such wounded personnel, more soldiers will have to be withdrawn from the front line.

  Moreover, the psychological damage caused by this kind of landmine is greater. When comrades are killed or injured by such a stealthy attack, it will inevitably cast a shadow on the minds of other soldiers. Due to its small size and simple structure, it can be made locally and set up anywhere, making it more difficult to defend against than ordinary landmines.

  Kill the devils, kill the devils. Having seen fellow villagers slaughtered and witnessed bloody scenes, Meng You Tian's mind is now filled with this thought. Perhaps landmines, grenades, bullets, and caltrops are his clever ideas, but spreading these clever ideas will gather into a powerful weapon to kill and injure Japanese devils. Think about it, in the homeland occupied by Japanese invaders, if there were such anti-invasion gadgets everywhere, how many Japanese devils would lose their lives, and how they would spend every day in terror on the invaded land.

  Make every effort, shine a little light, think of one more idea, and maybe you can kill a few more devils and save a few more compatriots. Meng You Tian thought so and did so, he not only wanted to put the things in his mind into practice, but also turn these things into written materials, popularize and promote them.

  The mental changes inevitably affected Meng You's emotions and appearance, with solemnity, melancholy, and coldness being more apparent than usual. Of course, the sudden death of Song's couple was also one of the reasons. Meng You is now very worried about Zi Juan, who not only looks haggard but also has a dazed expression, is easily startled, loves to cry, and often holds her parents' belongings, muttering to herself.

  Alas, she who grew up under the meticulous care of her parents is like a greenhouse flower that is most vulnerable to being battered in sudden storms. From this perspective, having suffered hardships and tasted bitterness may not necessarily be a bad thing, but rather a kind of tempering and wealth, for strong nerves are not something that can be had for nothing.

  Meng You Tian went to see Zixuan almost every day, accompanying her for a while, hoping to use his own warmth and care to help her recover as soon as possible. Now, although they are not yet married, Meng You Tian is also the person closest to Zixuan, he has no excuse.

  The successive changes made the Spring Festival in Shili Village pass in an atmosphere of depression and gloom. A fresh and exciting air blew over at this time, and the anti-Japanese troops that Yang Jingyun and others had been hoping for finally arrived. The vanguard detachment of the 129th Division marched long distances and arrived here with the support of the local party, and was stationed in several villages with better conditions.

  The village of Shili suddenly became lively, and as soon as the Eighth Route Army entered the village, Yang Jingyun and others who had received advance notice had already made arrangements. The self-defense team members from each household brought out pots and buckets of boiling water. At first, the villagers were still a bit frightened and worried, although Yang Jingyun and others had reassured them that they would not be harmed. However, when they saw that these soldiers were different from others - they did not loot or seize livestock, nor did they enter people's homes - and instead greeted everyone with respectful titles such as "Uncle", "Auntie", "Brother", and "Sister", their hearts gradually calmed down.

  Axiu had long since boiled a pot of water, but she didn't have the courage to send it out. She picked it up and put it down again, her eyes fixed on Meng You Tian who was sitting at the desk writing intently. It wasn't until Meng You Tian put away his pen and paper that he noticed Axiu standing there, hesitating back and forth.

  "What's wrong? The water hasn't been sent out yet?" Meng You Tian asked with some confusion.

  "I don't dare go out." Ah Xiu lightly bit her lip and said softly: "Still, send it out!"

  "Where's my daughter?" Meng You Tian looked around in all directions.

  "He and Xiaoyan are giving up their house, isn't that so the soldiers can live in it?" Ah Xiu replied.

  Meng You Tian smiled and said, "So that's how it is. I'll send him out and take a look too. It's not like there are devils outside, and they're not stationed here for just one or two days. Why hide at home and not go out?"

  Axiu watched Meng You Tian carry the pot out, hesitated for a moment, grabbed his own rifle and slung it over his shoulder, closely following him out of the courtyard.

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