In Yang's home, due to the arrival of old lady Yang and the second young lady Meng Qiulan, a group of people were busy cleaning up.

The hometown is hard to leave, and the old house is hard to leave. Old Mrs. Yang lives in Wohugang, but she has been thinking about this old house that has been soaked in the hard work of two generations. The flood has receded a little, so she insists on checking the damage to the house. Meng Qiulan is worried about the old lady. Although the old lady doesn't like her very much, she has been trying to do her daughter-in-law's duty.

Although the flood did not directly rush into the garden, the continuous infiltration of the dike walls still caused a lot of accumulated water to be stored in Yang's garden, and the house was extremely wet.

Alas, I don’t know when I will wait to restore the house to its original state? Old Mrs. Yang stood in the room, looking at the furniture and utensils that were once familiar, and thought that the paint on it might peel off due to moisture in the near future and become mottled and ugly, and she couldn’t help but shake her head and sigh.

Meng Qiulan dared not speak, but just stood quietly by the side. Behind her were Juan'er and Wan'er two little girls.

"You all go out and let me sit in the house alone for a while." Old Mrs. Yang waved her hand and slowly walked to the front of the cabinet, stroking the exquisite patterns on it, full of solemnity and cherishment.

Meng Qiulan led the girl to slowly retreat, gently took the door, and did not dare to go far, so she waited under the tree in the yard.

"Second Young Master, is the young master back today?" Juan'er asked.

"Well, I'm going to the county town to wait for people yesterday?" Meng Qiulan's face showed sincere joy and said, "If I left this morning, I should have arrived at home at noon."

"It's also the home on the post." Wan'er muttered in a low voice: "The old lady is picking her out at this time, it's really—"

"This is unspeakable." Meng Qiulan lowered her voice and scolded: "The old man is just home-loving. He sits and looks at it and will go back, and he will not delay anything."

Juan'er and Wan'er didn't say anything anymore. They ate well and slept soundly at the Yang family. Meng Qiulan didn't treat them harshly, so they were in the same mood as Meng Qiulan. Old Mrs. Yang was not very good to Meng Qiulan, and they saw it and were quite dissatisfied. Now that Yang Tianfeng is coming back, Meng Qiulan has a support, and they are also happy for her.

A buzzing sound came from the sky, which was like a horse fly yelling. The sound gradually became louder. A "big bird" appeared in the far sky and flew towards it.

"Look, look, that's an airship?"

"What airship, that's a flying chicken!"

"Flying chicken? Oh, that's in a hurry to find a nest to lay eggs!"

The people in Yangjiayuan ran to the yard as if they saw rare objects, and the people in the house went up to the wall, pointing and talking.

The plane idled around the garden, then swooped down rapidly, and under the gaze of people, he dropped a few bombs and the machine guns also fired at people.

Boom, boom, boom, after the explosion, the house collapsed, bricks and tiles flew around. The bullets chased and screamed. People running around, blood splashed, screaming...

Although Tachikawa Type 98 reconnaissance aircraft can bomb, the bomb load is not large, and a few bombs are thrown away in a blink of an eye.

But Miyamoto still ordered the pilot to dive again. He personally controlled the rotating machine gun in the back seat to shoot the target on the ground violently, as if the anger in his heart could be vented happily through the bullets. He had a hideous face, and the muscles on his face continued to twist with the vibration of the machine gun, like a blood-sucking demon, opening his bloody mouth.

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How could this happen? How could this happen? Looking at the bloody corpses carried back to the post and the wounded who were moaning and wailing, Yang Tianfeng's ears sounded, as if a gong was roaring in his mind. He felt the blood throbbing like crazy in his temples, and his head was pressing against something, and it was about to burst.

The losses caused by the Japanese reconnaissance plane were huge. Old Mrs. Yang was hit by the collapsed roof and was killed when she was rescued. The servants and the accompanying soldiers were injured and killed nearly twenty because they did not know air defense knowledge. Meng Qiulan survived, but was frightened with the two little girls, but fortunately they were not injured.

He never expected that the Japanese would send planes to bomb his home, and it affected so many innocent people. He returned with excitement, but saw such a miserable scene, which was a great psychological blow.

No matter how he doubted or didn't believe it. When he saw Mrs. Yang lying in the coffin with a pale face, Yang Tianfeng realized that since this era came, he had unknowingly regarded the old lady as his closest relative. A relative who could absolutely trust and rely on.

The old lady's motherly affection for him, the voice of her nickname, and the intimate expression of touching his hair appeared in his mind over and over again.

Holding Old Mrs. Yang Tianfeng's tears couldn't stop falling.

Obviously, the Japanese air strike was obviously a bit of a big deal. Is it necessary to dispatch a plane for a little shrimp like him? And according to the description of the people present, he thought it was just an act of venting anger, and who would hate himself like this?

Suddenly, Yang Tianfeng opened his eyes. It was him. The biggest possibility was Miyamoto. The anger caused by betrayal made him absolutely motivated.

The gentle footsteps sounded from far away, Yang Tianfeng put away his thoughts and wiped away his tears.

Meng Qiulan and two little girls stood under the tree during the bombing. They were completely shocked by the sudden incident. Instead, they were smaller than the target of running and screaming, and they escaped. But then the house collapsed, and the wounded and corpses were everywhere, which really scared the three of them. Back on the post, took the magic medicine, rested for a while, and then rushed over to guard the spirit.

She came with a guilty attitude. When something happened to her mother-in-law, she felt that she had to bear some responsibility. But seeing that Yang Tianfeng had no intention of getting angry, she felt relieved. Seeing the man who had been separated for a long time, she wanted to throw herself into Yang Tianfeng's arms and burst into tears. However, there were many people in the room, so she had to suppress her longing and excitement and sit down obediently.

"Tianfeng, yes, I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of my mother-in-law." Meng Qiulan lowered her head and murmured to apologize.

"It's not your business." Yang Tianfeng held her hand comfortably and shook his head.

Meng Qiulan spread her fingers and grabbed her husband's hand tightly, as if this would make her feel safe. The man's considerate and comfort almost made her cry.

Take revenge, take revenge! Yang Tianfeng's heart was repeated countless times, and the anger in his heart was about to explode.
Chapter completed!