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  Chirping and wailing... A burst of bird calls caught Meng You Tian's attention, among the wounded being carried down was a wounded devil, his hands and feet bound to the stretcher, still cursing angrily in his mouth.

  "What a heavy load! Our ancestors are all carrying it on their backs!" A county militia soldier who was lifting the stretcher put it down heavily and cursed.

  "It's better to dump it in the mountain ditch and let the wolves eat it." Another person cursed and turned around, like avoiding a plague god, to continue carrying people in the village.

  The people around stared at the wounded devils with eyes full of hatred, if it weren't for the Eighth Route Army escorting them, they would have come up and torn the devils to pieces.

  "We're talking about leniency, but they've also been poisoned by militarism. After being cured and educated, there's still some use for them!" The Eighth Route Army soldier carrying the stretcher explained to the crowd: "Folks, they're just pawns used by Japan's monopolistic warlords."

  I dislike this kind of propaganda, which has been long-lasting and persistent, creating a false impression in people's minds that the Japanese are not much different from the Chinese, and their atrocities were only due to the indoctrination of militarism. Obviously, this statement that attributes everything to militarism reverses cause and effect. Japan's brutality has a long history, at least dating back to the Ming dynasty's Wokou pirates in Chinese history, and if we look at Japanese history itself, the bloodthirsty trait is actually an inherent part of its culture. The emergence of militarism is actually the inevitable result of this trait developing to an advanced stage, rather than the opposite.

  Meng You Tian narrowed his eyes, harboring evil intentions, and attributed the responsibility for the war to a small number of Japanese militarists or right-wing extremists, which was a subjective conjecture. It was detrimental to ourselves and beneficial to the enemy. Keeping this wounded devil soldier would not only waste precious medicine but also squander the hard-earned grain. A losing business that had lost big time.

  His gaze swept over several militiamen beside him, selecting a suitable helper. Da Yong, no, this guy's mouth is not closed; Si Tu Zi, cruel enough, but a bit psychologically abnormal, may turn murder into homicide; Xiao, good, clever and his own iron brother; Qiangzi Ge, also okay, obedient to himself, few words, a person who can keep secrets.

  The plan was set, Meng You Tian beckoned to Strong Zi and Xiao Jiao to come over, and they discussed in hushed tones. Xiao nodded like a small chicken pecking at rice, while Strong Zi hesitated for a moment before reluctantly smiling wryly, effectively consenting.

  Seeing no one around, Xiao received Meng Youdao's hint. Ran to the Eighth Route Army soldier and gestured with his hands and feet, making up nonsense. The warrior thought that there might be militiamen deceiving him, and he believed it was true, shouldering his gun and following Xiao to check the movement in the ditch, thinking of catching another captive or something.

  Meng You Tian and Qiang Zi exchanged a glance, then quickly walked to the stretcher where the Japanese soldier was lying. The Japanese soldier had been injured and was also exhausted, his eyes were half-closed in a daze. Meng You Tian pretended to trip and suddenly used his arm to cover the Japanese soldier's mouth and nose. Qiang Zi lifted his foot and ruthlessly stomped on the Japanese soldier's lower body, the sound of his testicles shattering seemed audible.

  The wounded devil was severely injured. His body suddenly bounced up, his eyes rolled back, and his head weakly tilted to one side. Meng You Tian let go of the devil, stood up, and still not at ease, he used the gun butt to heavily strike the devil's chest twice, hearing the "crack" sound of broken ribs, before he and Qiangzi secretly slipped away.

  Even if that Eighth Route Army soldier knew someone was behind the scenes, he couldn't do anything about it to the masses and the militia. As long as Xiao Si didn't confess, this matter would just pass by in a muddled way.

  Meng You Tian continued to busy himself, seemingly unperturbed. Before long, he heard the sound of returning Eighth Route Army soldiers, panting and exasperated: "How did this happen? We fought for half a day and only managed to catch one alive! How are we going to explain this to our superiors?"

  "He was alive when caught, but he wasn't injured. He just died, no big deal!" The little guy pretended to be serious and looked for the reason why the devil had died suddenly. "The devils have a bad temper, like thieves from our hometown. Maybe they were scolding and scolding, and then suddenly couldn't catch their breath, and that was it. I've heard storytelling before, wasn't Jin Wushu killed by anger..."

  Meng You Tian could imagine the expression of that Eighth Route Army soldier, with anger that couldn't be vented and grievances that couldn't be aired, listening to the nonsense spouted by the little one, he could only roll his eyes in frustration.

  Covering her stomach and giggling, "Brother Tian——" a voice called out beside Meng You Tian.

  "A Xiu——" Meng You Tian looked at the person clearly, and hurriedly got up to say: "Many women from our village have come, this feeding water and rice thing, you are more skilled."

  Axiu opened her mouth, wanting to speak but hesitated, saying: "There are usually twenty or thirty of them who come. The family members of the militiamen have almost all arrived. This battle is being fought fiercely, and the village is filled with smoke and fire. Everyone is worried about their safety!"

  "It's all right, we're all fine." Meng You Tian smiled and said: "We'll be okay on the back of Nan Shan, tomorrow morning - uh, no, by tomorrow evening we should be able to return."

  "We're all fine, it's just... it's just Zixi sister..." Ah Xiu let out a silent sigh, although she couldn't bear to see Meng You Tian get hurt and sad, but still decided to tell him about Zixi. This was also You Tian's mother's careful consideration, letting her son leave the more dangerous place quickly, only then could she feel at ease in front of him.

  Meng You Tian listened to Ah Xiu's low account, his eyebrows furrowed tighter and tighter, his face grew darker and darker, and his heart sank deeper and deeper. How could this be, how could this be, his mind was a bit confused, and before Ah Xiu finished speaking, he turned around and left.

  Watching Meng You Tian ride the black mule, hastily rushing towards the back of Nan Shan. Ah Xiu's eyes flashed with complex emotions, feeling sorry for Meng You Tian and also somewhat regretful for Zi Juan, having met such a good man, how did she encounter this kind of thing? Besides these two emotions, there was still something indescribable that was troubling Ah Xiu.

  Liking someone is not without reason, and sometimes even the person themselves are not clearly aware of it. It's just a vague idea that occasionally flashes through their mind, and at times, it seeps into their heart like an ant crawling, leaving a subtle aftertaste.

  When Meng You Tian was outside, Ah Xiu worried about him just like his mother did, praying for his early return and safety; after Meng You Tian had seen her body in the thatched hut, he still dazedly hugged and kissed her, every time thinking of those scenes, Ah Xiu's face turned red and her heart skipped a beat, yet she couldn't feel even half a bit of resentment.

  When she sprained her ankle, Meng You Tian hugged her, and she only felt soft hands and a warm body, without any resistance, but instead felt very comfortable, hoping to stay in his arms for a while; She secretly followed Xiao Yan's efforts to recognize characters, wasn't it just thinking that one day she could get Meng You Tian's praise and admiration? The hints of Meng You Tian's mother and the gossip of the villagers did not make Ah Xiu angry, but instead had a sense of shyness and pleasure; When Meng You Tian taught her how to shoot with his hands, the sweat and breathing that was close at hand also made her think wildly, why did Brother You Tian only think about getting a good gun for himself, what was he thinking in his heart...

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