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Chapter 261 , earning merit

In the past few years, He Xiu traveled all over the country, attacking everywhere, robbing the rich and giving to the poor, and transporting supplies. He really couldn't understand why the Japanese were so rich, until He Xiu saw that there were only various kinds of food left in their army rations. When the animals were chopped into pieces, He Xiu knew that they wouldn't be able to hold on for long.

The battle is all about logistics. If the logistics can't keep up, it's useless to say anything. Although the Japanese at this time are famous for their toughness, are there really so many toughnesses? History has proved that most hard-core people are just pretending. Once the bottom line is exceeded, collapse is inevitable.

It’s winter in the thirty-first year of the Chinese calendar!

This year, as usual, there were wars all over the world. The Battle of Stalin Pavilion was also a very explosive and brutal battle in World War II.

In December of last year, Xiaozhi was crazy... They launched a sneak attack on Zhenzhu Port, which brought another powerful enemy to their already exhausted battle. Maybe they thought they could fight with their life-threatening samurai spirit. Let's turn the tables against the wind, and the result... is that no battlefield goes smoothly.

The Japanese pirates are in the Flower Country. With the continuous attacks and the loss of personnel and materials, the northeastern rear area controlled by Xiaoli now has been emptied to the point where it is basically supported by the puppet army. Most of the so-called military police units are transported here. New recruits, regardless of their combat prowess, rely solely on their skin to bluff others.

In the occupied areas, only some major cities and transportation thoroughfares are under the control of the Japanese. Outside of this, they are unable to control the vast rural areas. However, they can only continue to launch attacks and fight to the death. However, there are also dogs who jump over the wall in a hurry. look like.

Ordinary people cannot see the limitations of the times and still think that Japanese pirates are at the top of their game, powerful and fearless as tigers. Only some sensible people saw through this and began to hold meetings internationally to discuss the post-war pattern...!

Outside Luoyang City!

The entire Henan and surrounding areas are suffering from a severe drought, a severe drought that is rare in a century. Several provinces have entered four years of extreme hunger. The land is full of victims, rot and stench.

In the biting cold wind, the people affected by the disaster came in an endless stream from the east, heading towards the land of Guanzhong, stretching for hundreds of miles. As far as the eye could see, they were all like a crowd of dying zombies, following the team aimlessly.

"Master, there are a total of sixty-five boys, one hundred and twenty-three girls, and six adults who can read and write. They are all... young and beautiful female students."

Some people are walking, and after lying down with a plop, they never get up again, and no one helps them. Now, when even kicking feels like a waste of energy, who cares whether others can get up? There were so many things I met on the road.

These are the fresh blood collected by the Hidden Immortal Valley. He Xiu returned from transporting supplies from the north and followed the ranks of the victims to see if there were any evil spirits or the like. However, the underworld also seemed to be very concerned about disasters in the world. The whistling comes and goes, giving no opportunity for the demon-conquering Taoist in the world to gain merit.

A disaster is like a mirror that exposes all the distortions of human nature and moral decay.

All kinds of shocking crimes are constantly being staged along the way, which makes people unbearable to watch. It is really like a piece of grass.

This was a natural and man-made disaster that was more serious than the flooding of the Yellow River. According to statistics, of the 30 million victims in Henan, more than three million died of starvation. The bones piled up like mountains, and there was almost no relief.

A dozen escorting disciples hurriedly ran over from all over the camp and saluted in unison. : "Congratulations on the return of the leader."

Dozens of strong men with weapons, knives, swords, and hammers surrounded them tightly, frightening the prying eyes of Xiao Xiao, because the people in this team were all clean, looked good, and were still pulling their hair. Holding food.

He Xiu holds a Xiaoyao fan and wears a nylon windproof cloak. "Well, get up! How many disciples are there in this group?"

It was not until dark that He Xiucai descended from the camp outside Luoyang City.

After looking at the camp, the sanitary conditions, defenses, and light and dark sentinels were all set up well. At least the camp was set up according to the key points in the militia training manual. It seemed that they had learned it carefully and could actually apply it, which was considered good.

He Xiu frowned and rolled his eyes at the guy who spoke. : "Lead the way! Let me see how good you are at learning?"

Mudd, if the camp is not standardized, labor and management will let you know what it means to be young and strong and to withstand beatings.

Among this zombie-like team, there is a special team, mostly children holding the corners of their clothes as they move forward. The children's voices, fearless of the wind and snow, accompany them all the way.

Hoisting the flag of the Xuanmen Maoshan Fumotang Yinxian Valley rescue team, they detoured from Zhengzhou to Luoyang, and then headed south back to Sichuan. This was the last team after the Yellow River overflowed. Now the Yinxian Valley is full of energy. On the drought.

The song of not being afraid of wind and snow seems to have become the repertoire of Yinxian Valley now. Xu Qin taught her daughter Yunxi to sing the song of the future, which is a song that brings strength to the nation.

The disciples on the night shift at the Hidden Immortal Valley camp quickly blew their horns to wake everyone up as soon as they saw He Xiu arriving.

Things are tough.

"..."

He Xiu looked at the guy who was talking strangely. Why do you emphasize youth and beauty? Do you know how to speak? Is this boss looking so lustful? Pindao is a decent person.

In the Battle of Northern Henan, the Japanese pirates used a force of 60,000 to repel nearly 500,000 bald troops, sacrificing 300,000, and strategically important places fell. The Japanese army was directed towards Gansu and Shaanxi.

Released dozens of bags of rice, millet, corn, and various cans taken from the Japanese warehouse. : "Well~ the camp is doing pretty well. Everyone pays attention to safety and doesn't let thieves get in. Okay, take these grains with you. I'll collect some people tomorrow and then go back to Chengdu. The college over there has been built. , let’s all disperse, it’s time to go to sleep!”

When I first entered a tent in the camp, I saw that there were still a few injured children. I asked the disciple next to me: "Why are all these children injured? Did something happen on the road?"

"Master, we encountered Japanese planes bombing the victims on the road, so some children were injured. This is because the disciples neglected their duties. Please punish me, Master."

"There's nothing we can do about it. Okay, there are still many injured."

"My Lord, there are only twelve wounded, and they are all gathered here to take care of them."

"Yeah" it's not much better. The group healing technique is released. If the man dies, he will die. This little girl cannot die. If she grows beautiful in the future, she can still use it. If you become a strong person, you should eat more. Zhan, who doesn’t wish he could sleep enough while others would be considered a destitute person?

A group of children who were crying, breathless, coughing and stained with blood just now came to life after a burst of glory.

Under the scolding of the disciples, the twelve children kowtowed!

He Xiu didn't bother to take a look, so he got up and flew into the sky, entering Luoyang City to see what was going on in the city.

The fall of Luoyang City occurred at the end of May 1944, which was a year before the Japanese surrendered. As a latecomer, He Xiu had seen a video with his slow-moving app, which talked about a ghost general disguised as a hawker selling spiced tofu. The story of Yang Shuqi lurking in Luoyang City.

This video now became an opportunity for him to capture a Japanese major general alive. Of course, maybe at this time, he had not yet gotten in through the opportunity of being a refugee. Luoyang City, the capital city for thousands of years, occupies a lot of space in history. There have been countless wars, large and small, in the past dynasties, and there have been many massacres and destructions of the city.

The last time it fell was in 1641, but the two wars were completely different. Civil war and foreign enemies still had to be clearly distinguished.

A city wall separates the two worlds. The rich area here is still full of entertainment and entertainment. At the bottom, at least there is a job to earn a living, so as not to starve to death.

Brothels, opium dens, and restaurants were bustling with activity that night, and those who came and went were all smiling people, which formed a sharp contrast with the wailing and mourning statues outside the city.

No one goes out of the city to do any good deeds. The wealthy businessmen and powerful people in each place are thinking of dividing the people outside the city into three, six or nine grades, including delicious children, young and beautiful women, young and capable men, useless old women and Damn little old man, wait.

Anyone who dares to talk about the sufferings of compatriots outside the city and give out a piece of porridge or something... will basically be regarded as a fool, the target of ridicule and ostracism. The government is also vigilant against such people, because such people may be red bandits. Besides, , you have the money to hand over, what's the matter if you give it to the common people? Rescue the officials first when rescuing disasters, the gentlemen haven't had enough to eat and drink yet.

Outside the city, under the city wall.

The landlord Lao Fan was cooking a bowl of millet porridge. He was originally a wealthy landlord from his hometown, but he was robbed of everything by a group of hungry neighbors. His last possessions were also robbed on the way to escape the famine.

My son died after being stabbed in the heart while the victims were robbing food in his hometown. My daughter-in-law fled the famine for two months and died in childbirth. The old woman just arrived in Luoyang with her grandson and died. Now there is only a little grandson left. And the daughter was named by someone. The ones in Yinxian Valley use 20 kilograms of rice, two bags of potatoes, and ten dollars to give...please go and become a teacher. This is only worth the money because your daughter is studying. Ordinary families only have ten kilograms of millet.

In the past, the landowners only bought people, but now it's time to sell their daughter to save their grandson. Life has been ups and downs so fast. From being rich to selling his daughter, it only took two short months of famine.

Anyway, Lao Fan felt that his daughter had been sold, either as a brothel girl or as a concubine for a high official. But in this era, people were so proud of themselves that they said they would be wives. Who knew.

It's just that the Hidden Immortal Valley followed the group of victims along the way, saying they were going to Bashu. In the year of famine, all kinds of ghosts and monsters come out.

These days, news does not spread quickly. Yinxian Valley’s relief efforts for floods have not been widely disseminated due to traffic congestion and the slow spread of information. However, merit monuments have been erected in the disaster-stricken areas and temples are dedicated to them, such as the Great Compassion for the Suffering Relief. Xu Qin, the Great Compassionate Medical Immortal, is one of them.

"father!"

Just when Lao Fan thought about his daughter being pinned down on the bed by a bad old man and blamed himself, a clear voice came.

Lao Fan turned around to see if his daughter was back or alone. He quickly pulled his daughter nervously to the corner of the shack and asked eagerly: "Oh, my dear mother, why are you here? Sir..."

When Fan Xingxing heard this, he knew that his father had misunderstood and thought she had sneaked out. He quickly took his father's hand: "Oh, Dad, I really went there to be a teacher. Look, it's not far over there, it's our camp."

"Then just leave someone to watch over you. Aren't they afraid of you running away?"

"No, dad, look, what did I bring you? This is canned meat. You can take it and eat it. I kept it secretly."

Fan Xingxing hugged his precious grandson from his father's hand, and secretly stuffed a canned meat that was handed out to Old Fan.

Lao Fan looked at the canned meat in his hand and felt a little numb. Why... why is there still canned meat? How rich is the Hidden Immortal Valley? It's hard to imagine that in this year of disaster... it's too much.

Fan Xingxing looked at his father, opened the can with trembling hands, and eagerly stuffed meat into his mouth. The look of satisfaction made Fan Xingxing feel happy. He had never known how to take a bite of meat before. Such happiness.

"Dad! I will go south tomorrow. Do you want to go with our team to Sichuan?"

"Isn't this good!" Lao Fan was very moved. He went to Shaanxi. Who knows whether he can survive, but his daughter had two meals of steamed buns a day, as well as dry food cakes and canned meat. As long as she saves a little, then... she can still feed her. For a big family, let alone a bad old man and a baby who only needs milk.

"I'll go talk to my senior brother. Maybe it will work. I won't eat this meat. You can eat it, Dad. My senior brother said that I will have another one in a few days."

Lao Fan also wanted his daughter to eat with him, but it turned out that they would still have it in a few days.

"Yes, this size is a way to survive."

"Sure, I'm going back then. I heard that the big shots from the Hidden Immortal Valley are coming, so I have to go back and have a look."

"Okay, okay, I'll ask Shuan Zhu to send you there. Pay attention to safety. There are gangsters around here. Be careful if they catch you and sell you."

"I know!"

Lao Fan called Shuan Zhu, a long-term worker who raised horses and livestock for him, and explained in a murmur that Shuan Zhu was also easy to deceive.

Lao Fan always said that Xingxing was his sister, and as long as he did a good job, he would recruit her as his son-in-law. This set of tricks completely deceived Shuan Zhu, but now it doesn't work anymore, his daughter has been sold, ahem...she was hired by someone, but it doesn't matter, after selling her daughter, now she has food and money, and she is still the boss.

In the city, He Xiu walked around Fuqiang and major warehouses. There were tens of millions of kilograms of grain, cotton, money, antiques and other items in the space.

Anyone who makes them rich and unkind should be educated. In disaster years, it’s not that there is no food, but that the food is in the hands of powerful local officials, and it is not uncommon for the country to struggle to make money. Now the top-quality grain fields in Henan only require five liters of millet per acre. If it hadn’t been for the famine, you could have bought it. .

The reason why powerful people are powerful is because they act with conscience in mind. Only when they act with conscience, they are wailing outside the city.

As soon as he returned outside the city, He Xiu scattered grain in the air, and potatoes, sweet potatoes, and corn fell down.

The victims thought there was hail falling from the sky, but when they touched their dizzy heads and looked at the ground under the moonlight, they were shocked. Damn it! Food was falling from the sky. They quickly pulled it into their arms and muttered: God has eyes.

Of course, this is just a drop in the bucket. Only a small number of victims outside the city can help. The victims who stretch for hundreds of miles cannot be saved at all.

But as long as you do it, the golden light of merit behind your head will become thicker. This is related to your own spiritual cause. Every time it increases, people can't help but raise the corners of their mouths.

(End of this chapter)