Chapter Seventeen: Blowing Up the Camp

  It was another sumptuous feast of mountain delicacies and seafood, but Gaoquan ordered his subordinates not to drink wine, after all, there might be a big battle tomorrow. Today's fierce battle had already made these old wealthy men fully aware of the enemy's strength, no longer indulging in self-respect and sinking into their dreams. Although the blow was severe, the feeling of lingering fear was unbearable, but everyone also didn't shy away from today's events. After all, failure is failure, as long as they could rise again, it would be fine.

  "Speak up, what do you think about today's battle?" High Collar put down his war posture during dinner and was ready to discuss today's battle with these old wealthy men, while also understanding the shortcomings of his own people in today's battle. However, these old wealthy men were severely hit by a blow to their confidence! Either they were silent and thoughtful, puffing on the fine tobacco in their silk pouches, or they would make some ambiguous humming noises, and that was it.

  Especially today, the biggest loser, Wang Lao Ye, is alone in the corner, silently drinking his wine. Almost every household in his village is wearing mourning clothes! Now it's already 8 or 9 o'clock at night, and what should be a quiet village is filled with mournful cries everywhere! Even his own family has lost several nephews! The bodies haven't even been brought back yet! And his village has lost so many able-bodied men! Next year, who will take care of the wheat and millet in the fields? If bandits come, who can resist them? His family's safety is no longer guaranteed! From now on, his village in Funiu Mountain will definitely decline from a second-rate village to a third-rate one! How can he not be heartbroken?!

  However, Gaoquan didn't have such a good epiphany, he was still so sharp-tongued that he stimulated the wounds of the crowd! If it weren't for his team being equipped with the only heavy machine gun that could rival the Red Bandits, others wouldn't even bother to pay attention to him! With such a cold response, Gaoquan didn't want to use his hot face to kiss other people's cold buttocks. Anyway, these people should go to another world tonight to report! "Hmph!" Gaoquan left with a group of elite subordinates.

  "This little brat! He's too arrogant! In the past, Old Master Zhang was also very polite to us! What is this little punk?!" The crowd that had been holding back their anger couldn't help but start scolding him one after another! The previously quiet and peaceful great hall suddenly became a scene of commotion! However, when over ten of Zhang's family village militiamen, wearing leather boots and carrying rifles, walked in, the faces of the crowd immediately turned very unsightly. Some people even began to touch their own handguns, preparing for any eventuality, after all, Gao Duanquan's whole body was emitting a fierce killing aura, indicating that he wasn't someone who would show mercy!

  When Tuan Ding picked up the high and handsome cloak and went away, these old men also sat together in silence, drinking wine with a gloomy face. Even if they had thick skin, they couldn't say anything at this moment. In the face of absolute strength, any clever words or expressions were useless.

  Originally, Wang Lao Cai was sitting on one side, coldly smiling. Now he stumbled and staggered, holding a bottle of good Shanxi Fen wine, slowly walking out of the hall. His disheveled hair, dirty clothes, absent-minded expression, and the sympathy and strange desolation in others' eyes made him look pitiful.

  "If I had known today, why bother with the past?" Listening to Wang Lao Cai's voice gradually disappearing into the night, the crowd was also extremely speechless. Several people even turned pale!

  On the edge of a dense forest not far from Lizi, the small river in winter still had a gurgling sound, only with some scattered ice floes floating on its surface. The large bonfires indicated that this was the temporary overnight campsite of the Allied Army, and within less than one li of mountain road, there were also numerous bonfires. To prevent being ambushed by the Red Bandits, according to Gaoquan's suggestion, the Allied Army divided into two parts, forming a horn-shaped defensive formation. However, the actual level of this defense was unknown to all.

  Anyway, the most elite troops of Zhangjia Village were scattered in the dense forest and around the two camps within a radius of five or six miles as scouts and sentries. So, although many people couldn't sleep due to today's intense and shocking battles, no one was willing to volunteer to be on sentry duty for everyone. They really needed time to calm their inner shock!

  The old men who used to rely on each other, have lost their former arrogance in the village, and their eyes have also lost their former luster! The crackling fire and the raging flames cannot bring a single warmth to their hearts. Those mangled corpses, those people torn in half by machine gun bullets, intestines and whatnot spilled all over the ground, the wails of the wounded, all hover before their eyes! As mostly farmers make up this troop, this defeat has had too great an impact on them!

  The roaring flames gave them a sense of doomsday! However, by the time it was two or three in the morning, natural fatigue also drove them to slowly enter the dreamland.

  "Ah! Kill!" Suddenly, someone let out a loud and mournful cry. Then, the group of six or seven hundred people at the top of the mountain suddenly began to slaughter each other. The cries of agony, wails of grief, and dense gunfire filled the air. In an instant, the mountaintop was thrown into chaos. The raging bonfires were occasionally trampled by human bodies. Then, one by one, people engulfed in flames ran wildly about on the mountain, crying out in agony until they were burned to death or hacked to death by others.

  Accompanied by countless screams and shouts, the troops on the mountain suddenly exploded! Countless figures swayed in the light of the fierce fire, killing each other together! The dense gunfire and killing sounds quickly awakened the various old wealthy people inside Wangjia Village. Several wise old men who had seen a lot started shouting: "It's over! The camp has been blown up! Now the entire 2,000-strong army will be finished!" Gaoquan, who had long heard the commotion outside, suppressed his inner turmoil and excitement, pretending to be in pain as he blended into the crowd. Then, feigning a state of panic, he prepared to watch the good show of the others!

  The militiamen at the foot of the mountain watched the movements of their brothers on the mountain, and it wasn't until several old soldiers explained that they realized this was a mutiny! A very inauspicious thing, and those who went to rescue would be hunted down by others! But they themselves couldn't kill them, they could only wait dryly for dawn to collect the bodies! This was undoubtedly a heavy blow to the militiamen who had already lost morale! Everyone anxiously looked up at the changing situation on the mountain.

  But just at this time, countless red bandits rushed out from the foot of the mountain and the woods, with soldiers holding big knives in one hand and revolvers in the other, each fighting bravely. More soldiers held shiny bayonets, shouting slogans like "Surrender or be killed", emerging from less than 100 meters away from the militia! Many people's faces were smeared with black charcoal powder, or had colorful paintings of green face and sharp teeth.

  "Ghost!" It was unclear who suddenly shouted, and then everyone found that within a hundred meters of themselves, countless green-faced and fang-toothed ghosts emerged! The crowd, already mentally exhausted from yesterday's battle, were truly frightened this time. If anyone still didn't believe in these ghosts, what about the explosion at the mountain top earlier?

  Everyone was silent, only able to hear their own heavy breathing and the sound of their heart beating violently! Accelerating, accelerating, constantly accelerating, everyone almost felt like their heart was going to jump out! Countless dark shadows kept pressing in on them, making everyone shrink back, constantly retreating, simply retreating, because no one had the courage to pick up the steel guns in their hands!

  Every now and then, two or three people fell to the ground, then hastily got up and frantically ran to the back. The team members who were almost stabbed in the chest by bayonets had unprecedented fear in their faces! The atmosphere was stalemate, no matter how the Red Army soldiers shouted, asking these people to surrender, they just didn't move, because they deeply believed that once they surrendered, they would be taken away as devils! But they didn't have the courage to resist, so the result was that the people in the back were constantly screaming, and the retreating crowd was squeezed into the icy river.

  So those bandits, after being awakened by their own people's miserable cries, had to put down the weapons in their hands and surrender. Moreover, the faint light on the horizon allowed them to see clearly that the person standing in front of them with a gleaming big knife was human, not a ghost! As a rule of Funiu Mountain, these small soldiers would generally not receive any harm after being captured. Not only because they might be the reserve team for the bandits, but also because it was their planted grain that allowed the bandits to survive. This tradition had been passed down for many years, and few people would betray it!

  The old rich men of Wangjiazhuang, facing the muzzles of those black holes under Gaoquan's hands, had no choice but to raise their hands obediently. Their wives, concubines, children, and vast wealth, as well as countless fresh things they had not yet enjoyed, made them lack the courage and strength to resist those black holes. They were indeed too entangled.

  A team of over 2,000 people was completely annihilated in just one day, amidst applause and cheering. Although these were some untrained troops, after all, everyone had guns! In Wu Zheng's eyes, Gao Quanquan became even more lovable!

  Those wealthy families, according to the high and comprehensive idea, are letting their family members exchange a large sum of money! After all, the Red Army doesn't have so much experience and time to go from door to door, eliminating these wealthy families! However, for those with unfilial children at home, it's beating on the door, confiscating property, and exterminating the clan! It should be known that the Red Army also attaches great importance to integrity, filial piety, and righteousness!

  I'm exhausted! It's 3:30 in the morning now! Pitiful!

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