Traveling through the 1940s, the whole village was massacred at the beginning

"You guys watch over her. I'll be grinding some iron sheets outside. Call me if you need anything." Jiang Wenming walked out carrying Jiang Jiyun's clothes.

Jiang Jiyuan will help change the wet cloth today. When he sees the redness, swelling and callus-like marks on his sister's right shoulder, he can tell at a glance that it was caused by the recoil of the gun butt.

"Your sister can shoot?" Ma Chao also noticed.

Jiang Jiyuan looked at the child with red cheeks and slightly open mouth for breathing, and tears couldn't stop falling.

"My mother died at that time, and I don't know how she survived with another child?" Jiang Jiyuan touched his sister's little hand.

Feeling the calluses on the palm of her hand, Jiang Jiyuan's nose felt sore and tears fell one after another.

“Brother Ma, please take care of her for me. I’ll go ask Uncle Wenming. I want to know how my sister managed to get here for so long!”

Jiang Jiyuan wanted to stand up and leave but was held down by Ma Chao. "I'll go ask him. If you go, he may not be able to tell you everything. I'll tell you when I come back."

After Ma Chao went out, Jiang Jiyuan concentrated on taking care of Jiang Jiyun who was lying on the table.

The XSJs who were searching the town all turned pale and said nothing when they found the classrooms that Jiang Jiyun had seen.

When Political Commissar Song was called over, he asked sullenly, "Is there anyone alive?"

"Political Commissar, we didn't go in. They had no clothes, so it was inconvenient for us to go in." The third company commander reported.

"Political Commissar, the room at the back is full of human organs." A soldier came over with red eyes and pale face to report.

"Everyone has to wear masks, and everyone who enters must carry the herbal purse! What about the other people in the town?"

Hearing Commissar Song's question, everyone shook their heads and said, "Apart from the women and organs in these places, no one has been found."

"Impossible. Yan Xuyang went back and reported that the Japanese would release those who were successfully infected with malaria and let them go to Y City. How is it possible that there is no one here now? They must be imprisoned somewhere. Search carefully!" Political Commissar Song said anxiously.

"As for the female comrades in here, everyone look around to see if there is any cloth or sheets to cover them up and see if there is any survivors." Political Commissar Song said sadly.

"Political Commissar, the possibility of being alive is slim. We have been here for so long, but there is no sound coming from these rooms." A soldier said with red eyes and choked with sobs.

The soldiers standing outside were all silent, and there was really no sound coming from these houses.

A few young soldiers who didn't believe it went over and knocked gently on the doors of those classrooms, "Is there anyone alive?"

But the only answer they got was silence. In the silence, a young soldier went to a fellow villager's home to find some old bed sheets, and someone else found some clothes to cover their bodies.

"Have two people go into each classroom first. Try to close your eyes and cover them with bed sheets. Wait for the medical staff to come over." Political Commissar Song made the arrangements.

The third company commander arranged for several soldiers to go in, and after a long time they came out with their heads lowered.

"Political Commissar, there is no one alive in this classroom, and some of the bodies have already stank." The third company commander said with a grim expression.

"Report to the political commissar, everyone in our room is dead too!"

"Report to the Political Commissar, there is no one alive in our room either."

"Report to the Political Commissar, there is not a single one alive."

Every time someone came out of a classroom, everyone hoped that there would be someone alive, until the end when no one would be left alive.

The whole town searched carefully to see if there were any living fellow villagers, and we must not let malaria spread.

"Political Commissar, where is the child who reported the news? Is it possible that they know where those people are?" someone suddenly suggested.

Chen Fuchang stepped forward to explain, "Commissar Song, that child is now running a high fever. We don't know whether it is malaria or heat stroke, but the remaining 32 of us did have a fever at the same time. We can't have a cold or heat stroke. We can be sure it is malaria."

"How did you get better after being infected with malaria? You still had the energy to kill the Japanese with us just now?" The third company commander had heard of malaria. He had heard that people with severe chills and fever, vomiting and diarrhea could die of dehydration.

"It was Jiang Jiyuan's sister who stole the medicine from somewhere that helped our fever go down within an hour. Later, when the Japanese came to attack us, we had the strength to fight back and escape." Chen Fuchang's legs are still a little weak, but he can still hold on.

"I'll go see the child. You guys should deal with the bodies of the fellow villagers here. We can't just leave them here to stinking, right?" Political Commissar Song said to the third company commander.

"Should we wait for the military doctor to come? If they have been injected with the virus, they cannot be buried directly!" Chen Fuchang seemed to have heard someone say this before.

The faces of the third company commander and his men changed beneath their masks. These Japanese devils were so inhumane.

"I'll go in and check if there are any needle holes on their bodies." The third company commander still didn't want to believe it.

He went in for a while and came out with a changed expression. "The political commissar and the others really have needle holes on their arms."

"Everyone present should voluntarily go to the front room for isolation!" Political Commissar Song could not leave, so he followed everyone to the front row of empty classrooms.

"Huh? Why is there a small hole on this glass?" A soldier wanted to lean against the wall to rest and accidentally saw the round hole the size of her finger left by Jiang Jiyun.

While they were studying the purpose of the cave, Mr. Jiang Liu drove to the town.

They met Jiang Wenming and Ma Chao who were out in the alley looking for pieces of iron to grind.

"Sixth Uncle!" Jiang Wenming put away his things and stood up.

"How is Xiaoyun?" Mr. Jiang Liu got out of the car and asked anxiously.

"She has a fever, but Jiyuan has sent a pill that he says can reduce the fever. Now we're waiting for you to come over and check if she has heatstroke or an infection." Jiang Wenming explained.

Master Jiang Liu nodded and followed Jiang Wenming to the room where Jiang Jiyun and his sister were staying.

"Ji Yuan, please move aside and let me take a look." Mr. Jiang Liu came over to feel Jiang Jiyun's pulse.

"Sixth Grandpa, what's wrong with her..." Jiang Jiyuan asked worriedly.

"The fever has gone down. She just had a bit of heatstroke, and she was traumatized by the extreme joy and sorrow. What have you done? How could such a little girl have such extreme joy and sorrow?" Mr. Jiang Liu asked angrily.

Looking at the pale child whose fever had subsided, Mr. Jiang Liu touched the child's head with heartache.

"Sixth Uncle, Ji Yun found Ji Yuan last night. Before dawn, the Japanese bombed the land temple where Xiao Yuan was hiding. Ji Yun thought her brother was killed in the bomb. When I found her, she was sweating all over, her eyes were red and swollen, and she was crying like crazy." Jiang Wenming told about Jiang Ji Yun's physical condition when he found her.

"That's it. This child wanted nothing more than to see her brother get married and have children. She wanted to watch over her brother and continue the family line on behalf of her mother. But he died just as she found him. Isn't that a great joy and a great sorrow? She is lucky to have such a good life, otherwise this child would have died."