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Chapter 501 A History

When we arrived in the town, the news that the Jiaoben Kingdom had attacked the Northeast was all over the city.

After a little inquiry, he joined a patriotic grassroots organization.

He used the money given by the landlord to buy some equipment and food.

When they learned that he was going to the north, all the bosses refused to take his money and only asked him to come and visit them when he came back.

After a day of preparation in the town, they gathered a team of thirty people and headed for the northern city under the leadership of the organization's leader.

The moment he set out, he discovered that not everyone had guns, and many people were only equipped with a set of broadswords.

If it weren't for the support of the landlord, he would probably have had no choice but to fight the enemy with a sickle.

Time eventually wore away the enthusiasm in their hearts. It took a full month to walk from the small village to the north. During this period, due to personnel rotation, only half of the people who had originally walked with them from the small town were left.

However, as they got closer to the north, the size of their team grew, reaching more than a hundred people.

Finally, their team set foot on the invaded land.

The broken mountains and rivers and the devastated scenes along the way made his heart palpitate.

It was the first time he saw a corpse today. The bloody and mangled limbs and arms made him vomit for a long time.

But the organization's leaders ordered them to keep staring at it and even go forward to flip through it.

He felt like he was about to vomit out his gallbladder, and finally got used to the bloody scene.

He also saw the bodies of some young girls in the mass grave, their clothes were disheveled and some even had their organs cut off as trophies.

He recalled the image of the girl in his mind, was glad that the village had not been invaded yet, and vowed to stop the enemy here.

Due to lack of food, they disguised themselves as farmers and prepared to go to the city here to seek supplies.

Along the way, they met an eight-man squad of foot-basin chickens. Seeing that each foot-basin chicken had a gun, everyone was shocked. Their team of more than a hundred people only had a dozen guns.

They were planning to launch a surprise attack after getting close, but the Foot Basin Chicken jokingly said some bird language, and suddenly raised his gun and shot at everyone.

Human lives were harvested like grass. Some people fled in panic after hearing the gunshots, while others charged forward determined to die.

They had no combat experience and were standing very closely together, so one round of salvos could result in four or five casualties.

The chicken enjoyed the crowd's panicked escape, but also despised their powerless resistance like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

But Jiaobenji didn't expect that they also had guns in their hands and did not find cover at the first time.

After paying the price of nearly fifty deaths, they finally killed three of the chickens and drove away the remaining five.

After a battle, more than twenty people left, and only more than twenty people were left in the team.

The organizer died in the previous battle, and he was elected as the new leader as the only one who survived after killing the basin chicken.

He took the job, wondering if someone had failed to disguise themselves well and exposed their identity, leading to the other party's sudden attack.

It was not until later that he realized that what Jiaobenji said that day was just "patrol is so boring."

He split the team of twenty people into small teams of three or four people and equipped each team with guns and weapons.

They broke up into small groups and launched guerrilla harassment warfare in the heart of the Chicken Foot Basin like ghosts.

After fighting for five or six years, the people he led grew from a small team of twenty people to a team of nearly a thousand people.

In the ward, Lin Jianguo narrated pieces of history with a heavy face. Whenever he paused, Xie Zhan would interrupt and add to the story.

As a person who experienced that period of history, he understood the real situation of that era more deeply than Lin Jianguo.

"On July 7, XX, Jiaobenji used the excuse of missing soldiers to attack Daxia, and the capital and Tianjin fell one after another."

"On August 8, XX, Jiaobenji attacked Shanghai, preparing to destroy Daxia in three months."

"..."

In the dream, the young man had already become mature. He mobilized the guerrilla troops with ease, causing the greatest damage to the chicken with the least casualties.

But despite his best efforts, he still found it difficult to drive the chicken out of Daxia's land, and even difficult to curb the other side's pace of aggression.

As their harassment and guerrilla warfare continued, the results they achieved in recent years were getting lower and lower, and the Foot Basin Chickens no longer dared to leave the towns where they were stationed alone.

It was not until August 8 of that year that he learned from his generals about Jiaobenji's plan to destroy Daxia in three months.

After some discussion, they decided to lead the entire army from the north to Shanghai.

News of the battle in Shanghai continued to arrive. The battlefield was like a meat grinder, with tens of thousands of Daxia compatriots dying almost every day.

They hid nothing from the soldiers and told them all the information they had learned.

So every time they passed a village, dozens of soldiers would leave and then return with more people.

In a war where the fate of the nation is at stake, there is not a single coward among the people of Daxia!

He also left the team halfway and went to the small village he had been thinking about day and night.

The village was still peaceful and tranquil, but the villagers no longer talked about family matters, but instead talked about the war.

He returned to the landlord's house, and the girl seemed to have sensed something and opened the door of the room.

The once young girl now has a hint of maturity, but the passion in her heart remains unchanged.

The landlord was smoking a pipe in the yard, watching a five-year-old kid running and playing.

Seeing his figure appear in front of the door, she just snorted coldly and went to the kitchen to prepare wine and food.

The girl came to him, took him to see his son, and asked him to give the child a name.

He thought about it and named the child Wuan, hoping that the child would be safe.

While eating, he told her about his next trip to Shanghai, and the joy of the reunion instantly died down.

After another night's rest, the landlord looked at him walking out of his daughter's room before leaving. He was still unhappy and even picked up a stick to drive him out of the yard.

There were just two donkey carts parked in front of the door, loaded with all kinds of food and a lot of money.

He knelt down in front of the gate of the courtyard and kowtowed three times. He knelt for half a quarter of an hour before driving the donkey cart out of the village.