Pinduoduo connects the past and present; the wildest young commander and his entire army help me bar

If the enemy were on the other side, Qin Lizhi could raise his gun and shoot without hesitation, but he was facing the faces of countless Chinese people.

He gripped his pistol tightly, silently tightening his grip.

As the commander-in-chief, he understood the importance of military rations better than anyone else. Although they had obtained food from the Goddess Line, it was only enough to sustain the remaining brothers in the army for another half a month.

If a loophole is opened for disaster victims, the result will be total annihilation.

Without the protection of the army, the lives of the people were entirely in the hands of the Japanese army.

The Japanese army was ruthless, showing no mercy in slaughtering civilians. Wherever they went, they burned, killed, and looted, leaving the people with no chance of survival, and even the land was turned into scorched earth.

But if we don't care about the lives of ordinary people...

The army became a bare army, and its talk of protecting the safety of the people was just empty words!

In short, Qin Lizhi was in a difficult situation, both to advance and to retreat.

After a moment's hesitation, a sharp, piercing light burst forth from the man's pupils, and killing intent spread along his military green cloak.

"Swords on alert!"

"Anyone who loots military rations shall be killed without mercy!"

"Yes!"

It is not appropriate to fire shots at this moment as the enemy is launching an air attack.

The soldiers in the air-raid shelter, dressed in tattered underwear, put down their weapons and raised their curved knives with both hands.

Under the silvery moonlight, the curved blade gleamed coldly!

The starving people below were already itching to make a move.

Suddenly someone shouted, "Charge! Folks! The army only has 10,000 men, and many of them are wounded. We, the roughnecks, outnumber them by a large margin."

"They've rebelled!"

Once someone starts, their words are like a stone thrown into water, creating countless ripples.

"Inverted!"

"rush!"

Immediately, people rushed towards the air-raid shelter.

One of the forwards, a young-looking soldier, tensed up at the sight of the commotion and muttered under his breath.

"Are we really going to kill our own people? These are our fellow villagers from this mountain town."

The leader was none other than Li Gouzi, who had been instigating a rebellion to seize grain. His eyes were sinister as he charged straight at the muttering young soldier.

The young soldier's hands trembled uncontrollably as he continued to threaten.

"Stop right there! If you take another step, I won't be so polite!"

Emboldened by his newfound confidence, Er Gouzi took another step closer, "How dare you be so impolite? Do you dare to kill me?"

"what--"

In the blink of an eye, Er Gouzi spotted the soldier's knife, snatched it in an instant, and plunged it into the young soldier's stomach without hesitation.

The young soldier's eyes widened, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth as he stared in disbelief at his stomach.

The next second, the scimitar was quickly pulled out from the soldier's stomach. Li Ergou raised the scimitar and charged at the people blocking the door!

In the blink of an eye, the man closest to the young soldier saw this and raised his scimitar to fight.

Li Ergouzi was a lazy bum and no match for the skilled soldiers. He was killed in no time, and the cold, white blade sliced ​​down on Li Ergou's neck.

Blood slid down his face, and Li Gouzi closed his eyes unwillingly.

The troublemaker is dead, but a good soup has been stirred up. With Li Gouzi leading the way, countless people are excited, and figures rush out of the door.

As the soldiers fought, their arms began to tremble violently.

"Ugh..." The person lying on the ground was dying, letting out a bitter and indignant roar.

"What did we do wrong? We just wanted to fill our stomachs. Isn't the army the people's army? We're all human beings. Why should you be well-fed and watered while we starve to death?"

"Do you soldiers somehow think you're superior to us?"

These words, like demonic chants, lingered in my mind and gradually became a source of inner demons.

Some kind-hearted people began to plead for Qin Lizhi.

"Young Marshal, why don't we open the granaries and distribute porridge? At worst, we'll all eat less. Are we just going to stand by and watch our own people kill each other?"

Qin Lizhi's eyes were sharp and piercing.

"Zhang Gui, send one of your more capable men to the front to hold off the enemy."

"No rioter may set foot in this air-raid shelter today."

In chaotic times, refugees are like leeches, sucking the soft-hearted dry until nothing is left but bones and dust.

"Young Marshal—"

Zhang Gui's voice choked with emotion.

"Listen to my command! If anything goes wrong, you'll pay with your head!"

Zhang Gui stood at attention, reluctant but obeying orders. "Yes, sir!"

The gatekeepers were replaced with a new group of ruthless and efficient men, who quickly suppressed the first wave of unrest.

In no time, the area in front of the air-raid shelter was a river of blood, and the leaders of the riot were all killed.

The remaining people had empty, numb faces. Although they were still resentful, they dared not take another step.

"Young Marshal Qin!"

"Everyone says you are the pillar of the Jin San Brigade and the last hope for the mountain city. Now the people of the mountain city are suffering terribly. As the leader of the Jin San Brigade, can't you come up with a solution for us?"

"Can you bear to watch us starve to death?"

"Yes, the children in the family are starving, and the mother is so hungry that she has no milk left. He is the only son in my Chen family. Is he going to die out in this remote mountain valley?"

"My mother has starved to death."

Faint sobs could be heard from the crowd.

And more and more voices converged into one sea, each one heart-wrenching, making the listener's heart ache!

“My wife just passed away, leaving me with two young children. She fed them by biting her finger. What could I do? This world is a cannibalistic place. If there were any other way to survive, we wouldn’t have come up with such a despicable act!”

"Young Marshal Qin! Please save our fellow villagers!"

"Young Marshal Qin! Please save my life!"

"Young Marshal Qin! Have pity on us!"

The sounds grew louder and louder.

Zhang Gui looked at Qin Lizhi with concern.

The man exuded a cold and ruthless aura, his sharp eyes were like iron, and his gaze was filled with murderous intent.

Almost everyone's eyes were focused on that tall figure.

Earnest, expectant eyes, filled with a longing for life.

The moonlight was like a ribbon, and the man raised his hand.

The originally noisy and bustling voices seemed to have been paused, and for a moment you could hear a pin drop.

"The enemy is attacking us today, so everyone should go home. Tomorrow, I will personally oversee the opening of the granaries to distribute porridge! Each person can receive one bowl of porridge and one steamed bun per day based on their household registration. If you have any valuables at home, you can exchange them for more porridge and steamed buns."

"Is what the young marshal said true?"

The words were met with skepticism as soon as they were spoken.

"Whether it's true or not, we'll find out when we come to the air-raid shelter tomorrow," Zhang Gui muttered discontentedly.

Yes, yes.

"In that case, let's go back again, drink more water on an empty stomach, and that should be enough to last until tomorrow."

"We hope the young marshal will understand our suffering and actually give us porridge."

The crowd gradually dispersed.

The originally noisy crowd gradually dispersed, leaving only a pile of corpses of the troublemakers at the entrance of the air-raid shelter.

Zhang Gui's gaze grew colder and colder. "Dispose of all these people's bodies."

The fighter jets that had been hovering overhead disappeared without anyone noticing.

Lieutenant Zhang rushed over, wiping the thin layer of sweat from his forehead. "Young Marshal, the enemy has retreated!"

The crisis seemed to have been resolved, but an even bigger crisis was about to follow!