Devil's Army

After the Second Battalion successfully crossed the Xiaoling River, the Second Regiment Commander did not give them new combat orders, but instead asked them to clear the Jianye County.

The third battalion stayed on the west side of Xiaoling River and began to cut down trees and build a wooden bridge to facilitate the travel between Niangniang Palace Town and Jianye Town.

He wants to recapture a town and benefit it.

The residents of Jianye Town watched the troops through the cracks in the door for a long time, and they felt relieved when they saw that the troops did not enter the house to harass them. They were just cleaning up the corpses of the Japanese soldiers and the debris of the collapsed buildings left by the battle with the Japanese soldiers last night.

Some ordinary people began to open their doors and come out.

More and more people are moving out of their houses and starting their normal lives.

In last night's battle, the most serious damage were to the command center, the military camp and the three-story building opposite.

The three-story building opposite is a small restaurant. The owner is a landlord from a nearby village, with some money, and his son is a company commander of the puppet army.

He heard about the situation of the restaurant from the waiter who ran back from the restaurant last night, and rushed to Jianye Town early this morning.

His restaurant was full of holes. The glass was either smashed or shattered, not a single piece was intact.

The veteran who was promoted to the third squad leader saw some civilians gathered at the door of the building where he had fought last night, and walked forward to see what was going on.

I saw an old man in a leather coat sitting at the door of the restaurant crying loudly, and two young men who looked like waiters were standing next to him.

The old soldier asked a nearby commoner what was going on. The commoner told the old soldier everything about the old landlord.

The old soldier nodded and walked up to the old landlord and asked, "What's going on?"

"Master Jun, my restaurant was bombed like this, can you give me some compensation?"

"Well, how do you make it up?" the old soldier asked kindly.

When the old man saw that there was hope, he quickly stood up and stretched out five fingers to the old soldier.

"Fifty dollars?" the old soldier asked kindly.

"It's fifty small yellow croakers, sir." The old man answered in a flattering manner.

The onlookers were talking about it, some pointed at the old man and said he was too cruel. Some even spat at him.

The old soldier knew that the old man was not a good person, but he still replied kindly: "Okay, fifty small yellow croakers are not expensive."

The onlookers were in an uproar, and the old landlord was secretly delighted. He had only spent thirty or forty small yellow croakers to build this restaurant, and he didn't expect that he could make a profit now, and the restaurant is still there.

"Old man, do you think your life is worth this restaurant?"

"My life is definitely more valuable than this restaurant." The old man didn't know what the old soldier meant, and he was a little worried.

"We lost a soldier here yesterday, you see..."

"How can the lives of those untouchables be compared with mine?" the old landlord shouted.

When the old soldier heard this, his veins exposed and his face flushed as he shouted, "What did you say?"

The old landlord was so frightened by the ferocious look of the old soldier that he sat down on the ground.

The old soldier was still angry and wanted to grab the old man to ask for an explanation. He would not allow others to insult the soldiers who sacrificed their lives to fight the Japanese.

At this time, a loud shout came from the crowd: "Old soldier, stop it, are you going to do something stupid?"

The old soldier turned around and saw their company commander coming over, and said quickly:

"Captain, he said..."

The company commander stopped the old soldier from speaking and said, "I saw it all."

The captain of a company walked up to the old landlord, helped him up and asked kindly: "Old man, are the lives of us soldiers not worth your restaurant?"

"No, it's worth it. It's very worth it. They are heroes who fought against the Imperial Army."

The Japanese are his uncles, and they call him the Imperial Army so affectionately. The company commander cursed in his heart. But on the surface, he asked in a friendly manner: "These bullet holes and broken glass were made by the Japanese. The potholes on the roof were also made by the Japanese artillery. If you don't believe me, you can ask your waiter in the restaurant."

The old landlord looked at the two servants who had escaped last night to inform him of the news. The servants nodded at him.

"How about this, I see you are old, so I won't make things difficult for you. We won't ask you to pay for the sacrifices of our soldiers, and this restaurant will belong to us."

"Ah? My restaurant was beaten up like this..."

"Go ask the devils for compensation. Didn't your buddy prove that the bullet holes and broken glass were caused by the devils? Ask the devils for 50 small yellow croakers. We would be happy if they were willing to give you 500 small yellow croakers. After all, you have money in your hands, so you can come over for dinner more often, right?"

"What about my restaurant?"

"It belongs to us. Didn't you say that the soldier we sacrificed was worth more than this restaurant? I wanted you to compensate me with ten more small yellow croakers, but forget it now."

"The soldier you sacrificed has nothing to do with me?"

"He died in your restaurant, so you can't get away with it. How about the restaurant still belongs to you, and you compensate us with 60 small yellow croakers?"

"Then my restaurant is gone, and my money is gone, so I'm at a huge loss, right?"

"Who said you have no money? The Japanese destroyed your restaurant. You asked him for compensation. Maybe he will be generous and give you 500 small yellow croakers as compensation."

The old landlord wouldn't dare to ask the Japanese for compensation, unless his head was caught in the door.

Only then did the old landlord understand what it meant: When a scholar meets a soldier, he cannot explain his reason clearly.