Bright Sword: Follow Kong's fun and build the strongest military industry

Everyone surrounded the hero Ma Mingde and Instructor Xu and returned to the village. This was the supreme honor for their Ma Village.

Brother Ma Er waited in the yard for a long time. Apart from four gunshots coming from outside the village, there was no movement. However, his fingers had turned a little white from holding the dung fork so tightly, and his nerves had been stretched to the extreme. If it lasted too long, they would easily break.

To be honest, he was just an honest farmer who had been farming honestly for half his life. He seldom had conflicts with others and at most had a few arguments with others, but he would never even fight.

Now they have to fight for their lives with China's most brutal enemy, the Japanese. It is hard to predict who will live or die in the fight, but it is most likely that they will be the ones to die. After all, the Japanese are well-trained, well-equipped, and kill without blinking an eye.

But the men in Majia Village had no choice, and even all the brave men in China had no choice. If they didn't fight to the death, they would not let the women, children and the elderly in the village face the enemy's butcher knife.

The Chinese people love to farm, and perhaps most of them will farm for their entire lives. But if there are enemies who don't want us to farm, then we will plant all the enemies in the fields.

Just as everyone was anxiously waiting, a militiaman with quick feet ran into the village and shouted:

"Everyone come out, we have won the battle, and the enemy has been eliminated."

After hearing this voice, the people who were lying in ambush in various courtyards were immediately overjoyed and ran out from their ambush sites one after another. Everyone suddenly felt like they had survived a disaster.

Since we won, they don't have to fight to the death. This is the best outcome.

Although they are not afraid of death for the sake of their wives, children and the elderly at home, being able to live and farm well is also a kind of happiness. After all, everyone has a wife, children and the elderly to support. If they are not forced to do so, who would be willing to put down the hoe and pick up the knife or gun?

The people in the tunnel also heard the bell of peace, and everyone slowly crawled out.

"Xiaobao, let's go home."

"Grandma, what's going on? Didn't we just come in? Why are we going out again? Didn't we have to stay for a long time before?"

Aunt Ma touched her grandson's head lovingly and said with a smile:

"My dear grandson, we won the battle and it's safe outside."

"Grandma, you look so beautiful when you smile, but you haven't smiled for a long time."

The child's innocent words moved all the adults present, especially Aunt Ma, who felt like crying.

The battle of Majia Village was won in such a short time. Needless to say, it must have been the guerrillas who came to support and drove away the Japanese.

This also means that his eldest son will not have to fight the Japanese, which is more important than anything else.

Other people present thought the same way. They were the backbone of their families. If they were gone, their whole family would probably feel like their sky was about to fall.

The ones coming are ferocious little Japs, the kind that can make children stop crying just by mentioning their names. It would be best if we could not fight them to the death.

After everyone climbed out of the tunnel, someone shouted again: "Everyone gather at the threshing ground at the entrance of the village. Our militia has captured more than a dozen prisoners and seized a large amount of weapons and equipment. Let's go and watch the fun together."

When they heard that it was their own militia that won the great victory, everyone's enthusiasm became even higher.

Even though everyone couldn't figure out how the village could defeat the well-equipped enemy with just those shabby cold weapons, who cares? As long as they could win, it would be fine. Maybe God couldn't bear it and sent down thunder to kill those beasts.

After everyone arrived at the playground, the scene of "mother calling son, wife calling husband, children calling father" could be heard, and it was noisy for a while.

After a while, everyone figured out the actual situation: the enemy had not entered the village at all, and everyone was safe.

After everyone was relieved, they had time to check the furnishings in the threshing floor. They saw more than a dozen rifles placed on the flat ground, mounted together, which looked very spectacular. There were also the Japanese helmets, the puppet army's military caps, as well as water bottles and lunch boxes all placed together.

Fourteen puppet soldiers were also lined up in a row, all with their heads hung, accepting the pointing and criticizing of the villagers.

Faced with this outcome, I wonder if they regret it. They chose to join the Japanese for wealth and glory, but now they have become our prisoners. It is such a great irony.

After everyone arrived, Mayor Ma walked to Gaotai Mountain with a cheerful face and said loudly:

"I'm sure everyone has seen that in today's battle, we killed three Japanese soldiers and one puppet soldier, captured fourteen puppet soldiers, and seized a large number of weapons and equipment. This is an unprecedented victory and the supreme glory of our Majia Village."

"From now on, no matter where you go, hold your chest high. No village in the surrounding area can achieve the same results as us."

After he finished speaking, he took out a revolver from the gun box at his waist and said proudly:

"Look, everyone! This is the pistol I seized. It's a genuine mirror-box pistol. It's made in Germany. It's a rare treasure."

"By the way, let's applaud and welcome the greatest hero of this battle, Comrade Ma Mingde from the guerrillas, to the stage and say a few words to everyone."

When they heard the three words "Ma Mingde", the others had not yet reacted. They just felt that this great hero had the same surname as them, and that they were really destined to be together. Maybe they had even been relatives five hundred years ago.

But when Aunt Ma and Second Brother Ma heard this, they were struck by lightning and stood there in a daze.

"No way, no way, could it really be my third brother? How is this possible?"

When Brother Ma Er thought of this, he suddenly felt it was absurd. His younger brother was just a puppet soldier and a traitor. How could he be a hero who fought against the Japanese? How could the world be so absurd? They must have the same name and surname.

At this time, Aunt Ma's heart was filled with bitterness, and she also felt a strong sense of envy:

"I don't know whose good kid this is. His mother is so lucky that she raised a hero who fought against the Japanese invaders. He is not like the one in my family. Alas, this is fate."

At this time, Ma Mingde, carrying a rifle on his back, strode towards the platform. His handsome features were full of determination and he walked with great vigor, looking like someone who had undergone professional military training.

This satisfied all the people's imaginations of heroes, and everything was performed so perfectly until a voice broke everyone's thoughts:

"Gou Sheng, my Gou Sheng, is it really you?"

When Aunt Ma saw the hero's face clearly, she could no longer control her excitement. This was her long-awaited little son Gousheng, so she shouted out loud, wanting to confirm it again.

At this moment, Ma Mingde could no longer hold back the suppressed emotions in his heart and responded loudly:

"Mom, I'm Gousheng, I'm back."

Only then did everyone realize that the hero was Gousheng, a native of their Majia Village.

No wonder everyone felt the name Ma Mingde sounded familiar. It turns out that everyone was used to calling him Gousheng and had long forgotten that Gousheng’s real name was Ma Mingde.