Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 723

Xiaozhuang Village is the most common small village in northern Jiangsu.

Most of them are surnamed Zhuang, and the more than 20 families in the village are basically relatives with broken bones and tendons.

There are no more than 20 houses, gathered around a small pond. At the entrance of the village, there is a big locust tree that has grown for 200 years. Because the land there is more flat, it is also the most commonly used rice field by the villagers.

Surrounded by farmland, the ancestors of Xiaozhuang Village relied on these fertile farmlands to thrive and live a normal life here.

It was not until one day that the war came like this, and news of the collapse of the front line hundreds of kilometers or even tens of kilometers away from people passing by continued to pass through here, and the peaceful small village aroused waves.

The villagers were worried, but they pinned their hopes on their own army after all. After all, this is the surrounding area of ​​the capital of a country. Except for a few households who chose to flee to the south, most of the villagers still chose to stay in the village, hoping that the war would end. Or the army will block the Japanese, and their life will be as usual.

But apparently, their wishes were dashed.

A group of Japanese soldiers wearing feces-yellow military uniforms and carrying machine guns and rifles broke into the small village that had just woken up in the early morning, and drove everyone out of the house ferociously. Under threat, they gathered at the rice field at the entrance of the village, which was usually used to dry rice.

No one dared to disobey their orders. The dog of Lao Liu's family in the east of the village just instinctively barked at the intruder twice, and was shot to death several times. With a scream, he was shot in the thigh by a Japanese soldier. If it wasn't for the cleverness of Lao Liu, he jumped out and kowtowed repeatedly, begging for mercy, and the Japanese soldier might have stabbed him right after.

But just like that, the old sixth daughter-in-law, whose thighs were bleeding profusely, had to go out even if she could only be carried by the old sixth, and even sweated profusely from the pain, and didn't even dare to hum.

Both sides of the paddy field were full of Japanese soldiers with live ammunition, their bayonets flashed temporarily, and they were full of murderous looks. Two machine guns were set up right in front of the villagers.

Facing their own unknown fate, nearly a hundred villagers did not dare to utter a sound, and the children who were tightly held in their arms were also covered by adults, for fear that they would cry out from fright.

"Tell me, where did you hide your defeated soldiers? If you don't tell me, yours will be dead!" Okamoto Asohiro's eyes wandered for a while on the faces of nearly a hundred trembling Chinese villagers. Satisfied with the state of fear shown by the Chinese at this time, they finally spoke.

Because of the eagerness to flee for their lives, the defeated Chinese soldiers are always accustomed to placing the seriously wounded in Chinese villages, and then giving them a few pieces of silver as a reward. In this case, through the search of Chinese villages in the past two days, several people have been found. rise.

The Chinese are a very strange nation. Obviously these wounded soldiers have nothing to do with them, but they are not only willing to take them in, but they are also willing to do their best to protect them. Several villages where the wounded soldiers were found are all led by small leaders After killing several people in a row to stand up, he handed over the wounded Chinese soldiers in tears.

However, their strange stubbornness did not make the imperial infantry feel pity or forgiveness, or even a trace of indescribable disgust.

Are they resisting the expansion of the empire in this way?If you dare to resist, you will have to pay the price.

The Chinese village that handed over the wounded soldiers did not escape the catastrophe because of this. Several villagers around the hiding place where the wounded soldiers were found were found, and all men, women, and children were mercilessly shot and killed.

Even the men among the villagers who couldn't help crying were shot and killed as potential rebels.

As for women, they can only become objects for the imperial infantry to vent their strength.

It wasn't until the rest of the Chinese knelt down in the howling wind to express their surrender that the imperial infantry were content to stop wasting bullets.

Not slaughtering the entire village is already the greatest kindness of the imperial infantry to them.

Those small captains are still too soft-hearted. Okamoto Tomohiro really hopes that the villagers here can be as stubborn as those villagers. If he is allowed to find Chinese wounded soldiers, he will hang 100 people here. On the big tree in the village.

The environment of this village is actually very good. Although it is already winter, there are many evergreen trees in the village. Under the shade of the green trees, hanging a hundred human corpses must be a scene.

Especially those little ones, maybe when the wind blows, they will swing gently with the wind.

Cruelty to the extreme is a kind of beauty!
Of course, perhaps the wealth of this small village is what attracted Okamoto Tomohiro the most.

The southeast area is originally a rich and prosperous place in China. I heard that the two infantry squads that searched for the wounded soldiers not only had silver oceans but even a small amount of gold because of the active dedication of the honest Chinese. One share, and the rest will be divided into one point, and you can also become a small rich man after returning home.

Come to China to make a fortune, isn't it the most simple reason for the imperial infantry to travel thousands of miles to this huge country!
It is the right way not to take the initiative of the Chinese, to kill them all, and to rob them all.

With gold and silver, when he returns to the country, the village chief whom he tried so hard to please will have to bow to him.

The villagers were silent, all heads were lowered, and no one dared to look at Okamoto Asohiro with a ferocious face.

This is stubborn!But I really like it!Looking at this expected scene, the corners of Okamoto Asahiro's mouth curled up slightly, and he gently stroked the command saber hanging on his waist after he left the captain of the lieutenant squadron.

That command knife belonged to Second Lieutenant Ono, who had died in battle. Captain Kawakami handed him the command knife of Second Lieutenant Ono for safekeeping as a reward and encouragement.

Second Lieutenant Ono's command knife is actually very good in quality. The knife is made of high-quality stainless steel by a knife craftsman. The silver handle is also engraved with cloud patterns that symbolize bravery. It is worth at least 500 yen.

It's a pity that Lieutenant Ono's life was not good, and he died in battle without having the chance to show his bravery with this sharp blade that symbolizes bravery, but he left this opportunity to him.

I don't know if it can cut a person in half with such a knife.Asahiro Okamoto really wants to try it, but it is said that it will hurt the blade and requires enough strength, so let's try it with a simpler one first!
"No one dares to answer my question?" Okamoto Asohiro's gaze rested on an eight or nine-year-old child in the team, with cruelty in his eyes. "That's good, that kid, come on!"

"Don't! Don't! Please." The mother of the child standing in the front instinctively put the child behind her back, her eyes were full of pleading, and her mouth was pleading again and again.

"Those who don't obey orders are dead." Okamoto Asahiro pulled out his command saber in a 'swipe', and pointed it viciously at the crowd.

"Crack!" The surrounding Japanese soldiers also cooperated with each other in pulling the bolts!
The crowd was restless.

"My lord, don't, I'll say it, I'll say it." A voice came from the restless crowd.

With a slight wave of his hand, Okamoto Asohiro said coldly: "Who is talking, stand up!"

"It's me!" An old man with white beard and hair over seventy years came out from the crowd.

"Why, all of you Chinese are dead, so send you a bad old man?" Okamoto Asohiro showed a trace of contempt in his eyes, and pointed at the old man with a knife. "What qualifications do you have?"

"My lord, the little old man has been serving as the head of Xiaozhuang Village because of his old age." The old man replied respectfully.

The old man is not only the village head, but also one of the most senior people in Xiaozhuang Village. It is precisely because of his high morals that he has been the village head until now.

Seeing that the 70-year-old old man had to take the initiative to face the devil, and humiliated his knees and forced a smile, most of the villagers showed humiliation in their eyes.

"Well, let me give you a chance to say, where did you hide your wounded Chinese soldiers?" Okamoto Asohiro's eyes flickered slightly, and he lowered the tip of his knife.

"My lord, our place is close to the mountainous area, and the area is remote. Since the war between the two armies, we have never seen a large army! Then have you seen wounded soldiers?" The old man called out to Tianqu.

"Have you never seen a wounded soldier?"

"That's right! The grown-ups sent troops to work hard, and the little old man provided the village with three pigs and three sheep for the labor force." The old man tried his best to humiliate himself.

With his life wisdom of nearly 70 years, he clearly felt the strong murderous intent of these Japanese soldiers. For the lives of the whole village, it doesn't matter if he kneels down.

But he, after all, underestimated the brutality of the Japanese. Ever since they entered China, they were no longer human beings, but a group of beasts.

"You lowly Chinese, you really don't shed tears when you see the coffin!" Okamoto Asohiro lowered his eyes and sighed slightly.

The old man froze.

next second!
Seeing that the Japanese Army Chief Cao who was still sighing waved his hand, the wolf and green dog that had been squatting beside him showed a fierce look in his eyes, and the dog handler let go of the leather strap slipping in his hand.

At the moment when all the Chinese villagers hadn't reacted, the Langqinggou, which weighed sixty to seventy catties, jumped out like an arrow and rushed towards the old man.

Xuepen opened his mouth wide, revealing his snow-white fangs, and bit the old man's shoulder hard.

The old man who fell on the ground couldn't help screaming loudly, and blood gushed out visible to the naked eye.

"Second Uncle!"

"Uncle!"

The villagers exclaimed, and the crowd moved forward involuntarily.

"Father!" A more than 40-year-old man even rushed out of the crowd in exclamation.

His fists were clenched tightly, his face was terrified but his eyes were determined enough, his target was the ferocious wolf green dog that was biting the old father on the ground.

It's a pity that this simple villager obviously forgot that although the wolf and green dog are ferocious, it is the Japanese behind it that are even more ferocious.

"Bang!" A shot rang out.

The middle-aged man was shot down to the ground, and the agitated villagers subconsciously took two steps back.

"You guys are less courageous than I thought! Are you the only one who has the guts?" Asohiro Okamoto, who pulled out the Nambu Type [-] pistol in his pouch, gently blew the blue smoke from the muzzle , Casting his gloomy gaze at the panicked crowd, he taunted cruelly.

"Do you know, I really really want to see you stubbornly going to death!"

Looking at his cruel masterpiece almost in admiration, and even looking forward to more cruelty, the eyes of Japanese Army Chief Cao shone with joy.

Okamoto Tomohiro's almost perverted mentality is actually the result of nightly nightmares after being hit by the Independence Camp. Only by bullying weaker people can he get rid of the shame of not being able to speak to others .

The power of the Nanfang Fourteen pistol is not great, even if it is shot at close range, it is not enough to kill a man who is still in his prime.

The middle-aged man who was shot in the chest struggled to crawl towards the direction where his father fell, leaving a long bloodstain on his body.

Seeing this scene, the old man, who was struggling under the sharp claws and fangs of the wolf green dog, had tears in his already cloudy eyes.

That was his eldest son. He never thought that father and son would die on the same day today. The pain of watching his son suffer with his own eyes was even more painful than the fangs of wolf dogs.

However, a more cruel scene happened.

The Japanese military dog ​​trainer blew a whistle, and the wolf green dog that was biting the old man received the signal, gave up the target in front of him, ran directly to the middle-aged man who was still struggling to crawl, opened his mouth, and bit hard on the ground. On the neck of the middle-aged man who had lost much strength.

It's like a bad wolf, starting to harvest its prey.

"Crack!" A clear and recognizable voice reached the ears of the villagers.

It was the sound of the cervical vertebra being bitten off.

The once strong arm of the middle-aged man waved in the air a few times in vain, then hung down, and his head hung down together with the arm.

The wolf green dog also shook his head vigorously to confirm whether his prey was dead. He didn't let go of the prey until the dog handler's whistle sounded, and ran back proudly to the dog handler, shaking his head and tail.

"My son!" The old man screamed miserably, cast his eyes on Asahiro Okamoto, and shouted sharply: "Devil, you Japanese devils, you will definitely be punished, you will definitely be punished."

Afterwards, fresh blood spewed out of the mouth continuously, and the lips continued to move, but they could no longer make a sound until they became silent.

But the eyes kept staring wide open.

The old man, after being severely injured by Langqing, was heartbroken that his son died because of him, so he was so angry that he died on the spot, and he died with regret!
The villagers cried bitterly.

"My son! I will fight with you." A white-haired old woman rushed out tremblingly holding a cane.

Seeing the old woman rushing towards Langqinggou, Okamoto Asahiro's eyes were slightly dull, and he didn't even bother to shoot, but waved his hand slightly.

"Papa papa!" The two Japanese soldiers standing beside him fired knowingly, knocking the old woman to the ground.

No howling!
The old woman was lying on top of her son's body, holding her son's body tightly with her arms, just like holding him in her arms more than 40 years ago.

'Son!Parents are here to accompany you! ’ The old woman, whose body trembled slightly, remained silent until she died without saying a word, but all the villagers present knew that she had said so.

The villagers' eyes are red!
Some men have already moved forward regardless of their wives' obstruction, and more men have begun to make the same choice.

They are simple farmers, but it cannot be said that they are stupid. The old village chief's family of three died on the spot. The Japanese have shown their ferocity and cruelty. I am afraid that this matter will not be good today. If they must die, then these men Also have to die first.

Women and children are blocked behind them.

Asohiro Okamoto looked coldly at the restlessness of the Chinese villagers in the rice field. He didn't move half a step, and raised his hand slightly. The surrounding Japanese soldiers had already put their hands on the trigger, waiting for the leader of the Xinke agent team to give him a hand. If they waved, they would shoot without hesitation.

Colleagues who gained wealth by plunder stimulated them, making them eager to have such a feast. As for those living people, they were no longer within the scope of their consideration for eager to gain self-confidence and wealth.

They have completely become demons.

Just like in the past time and space.

A massacre without any suspense seems to be inevitable.

But whether it is the Chinese villagers in the rice field who have tried their best to protect their wives and children, or the 23 Japanese infantrymen who have planned to kill all the Chinese, all their attention is on this small rice field However, they did not notice that dozens of shadows were moving towards the village under the cover of dead trees and grass.

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Ps: There are a lot of things in the college today, and I only wrote less than [-] words, so I simply combined two chapters into one chapter.The double monthly ticket has started, and everyone is expected to vote enthusiastically!Please!
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