My Head of the Huaxia Expeditionary Force

Chapter 178
"Damn, why are there two more dead?" Long Wenwen walked to the front with a machine gun in his hand, and several guerrillas were collecting the remains of the two dead comrades.

"Have you ever seen someone jump up and throw a grenade?" Meng Fan asked back.

"What do you mean?" Long Wenwen was puzzled.

"These two brothers and sisters are the fastest to charge. You say you should throw the grenade and hide from the machine gun. Seeing the little devil jumping up from the ground and throwing it in, you say it's not... Sigh."

Meng Fan was going to scold them for being stupid, but he couldn't bear to see this group of guys who looked at death like home, so he let it go with a sigh.

Some of these guerrilla members are farmers, some are hunters, or tailors, bamboo craftsmen or even monks, they are not even soldiers.

Before they picked up guns, they were ordinary people with their own lives.It was only because of the persecution of the invaders that they put down their shoulder poles and hatchets... they were forced to take up weapons and continue to resist.

But in the face of the battle with the Japanese, they behaved braver than real soldiers, just like Tuanzao said, they are worthy of respect.

Two Japanese soldiers who were seriously injured in the machine gun fortification survived, but they looked like they were just lingering, and they wouldn't live long without medical treatment.

Several guerrillas were discussing whether to kill them or let them go. It was obviously their first contact with such things as captives.

"What is the ink stain? Just kill it." Long Wenwen frowned.

"Deputy head..." Just as the two of them sighed secretly, Zhang Liu came over.

"What's the matter?"

Zhang Liumo pointed to the village in the distance without saying a word. He had already seen the situation there through the scope just now.

Long Wenwen glanced at him suspiciously, Zhang Liu's eyes were red and his complexion was a bit wrong, why did this guy look so bitter and vengeful.

Picking up the binoculars and looking in the direction he pointed, Long Wenwen finally understood why Zhang Liu was so angry.

In the direction of the village entrance in the distance, the corpses of more than a dozen civilians were hung on a big tree or the eaves of the house with hemp ropes around their necks.

Several severed heads were just stuck on sharp wooden stakes, and there were even some small bodies of half-grown children among those corpses. This horrible scene is really outrageous!

"Damn it! These bastards!" Long Wenwen was furious when he saw this scene, the little devil was simply worse than a bastard.

"Damn it, they were too cheap just now." Meng Fanle said indignantly, if he knew it would be like this, he should torture those little devils and let them taste the feeling of being tortured and killed.

As if there was a turbid air in his heart that wanted to drive him crazy, Long Wenwen was thinking about something with a livid face. After a while, he suddenly shouted at the guerrillas: "Which one of you has an ax on you!?"

Everyone looked at each other for some confusion, so one of the guerrillas stepped forward and replied, "I have a hatchet here, I wonder if it will work?"

"Show me." As he spoke, Long Wenwen walked over to pick up the hatchet.

This knife is 30 centimeters long, the blade has a flat cross-section, and the blade body is made of black iron, which is unpretentious, but the thick back shows absolute strength.

He weighed the weight in his hand, it wasn't light enough to chop off his head.Ordinary people usually use this kind of hatchet to chop firewood and wood, and the wood will be cut in half with one knife, not to mention the human neck.

"Well... what are you doing with the knife?"

Long Wenwen ignored the other people's inquiries. He went straight to the two seriously injured little devils, found a random little devil, pressed it on the sandbag, and pulled off the collar at the back of his neck.

Taking a deep breath, he lifted the black hatchet high up, and with a sound of "poof!", the hatchet slashed heavily on the little devil's neck. Because the blade was relatively blunt, it only cut into it for 3 minutes. Bone stuck.

This little devil who was seriously injured was already on the verge of unconsciousness, but it was a pity that beheading did not make him feel any more pain.

Blood spattered Long Wenwen's face, but he didn't care at all, he pulled out the knife and chopped down again.

Long Wenwen's crazy behavior stunned the people in the seat, and they didn't know what kind of demon he was. After killing one devil, he went to the next one again.

"and many more…"

The other Japanese soldier who was shot in the abdomen was still somewhat conscious. He saw this demon cut off his comrade's head alive.
Shihang came over loudly to dissuade him: "Sir, what's wrong with you? Slow down... What are you doing by chopping off these heads? Give them a shot."

"Great monk, don't worry about me, now you can turn around and look at the head of the village!" Long Wenwen pushed him away panting.

From the old farmer he met in the morning, the ninth sister of Mr. Meng's family, to the current tragedy in Lianhua Town, everything that happened today made him furious.

Why should the Chinese people be slaughtered?Why can those Japanese who are inferior to pigs and dogs act recklessly?
Master Shihang turned his head and saw the tragic situation at the entrance of the village needless to say, so he could only sigh and stop talking.

"Yamero...don't..."

The Japanese soldier yelled in horror, and Long Wenwen kicked him on the chin, making him hold back the chirping birdsong.

"What's the name of the ghost!"

Long Wenwen grabbed his skirt and threw it onto the sandbag. The pain from the wound made the Japanese soldier unable to resist, and he could only twist his body with difficulty in the last struggle.

"Pfft!" Long Wenwen raised his knife and dropped it. The hatchet slashed on his neck and was stuck again by the cervical spine. The Japanese soldier's neck was broken in half, and blood spurted out like a fountain.

"Ah...bah..." The Japanese soldier, who was still breathing, hissed in pain, his eyes were wide open, the pain had overwhelmed his consciousness, and the muscle spasm made his body twitch continuously.

Does it hurt?Animals don't know pain, Long Wenwen didn't have any mercy, he pulled out his hatchet and chopped again and again.It took three cuts before the head fell off the bloody neck.

"Pooh!"

Long Wenwen rubbed his sore arms, and spat blood at the corpse under his feet. At this moment, his heart was extremely happy.
The blood debt needs to be paid in blood!This is just the first step.

If Tuan Zuo is here, I believe he will do the same, but it's a pity that he can't kill more little devils today.

……

Ten minutes later, Akutagawa, who was chasing after him, arrived at Lianhua Town, but the Japanese army corpses all over the ground made his pupils pop.

There were three rifles stacked together in front of the machine gun fortification, but there were actually two bloody human heads stuck on the gleaming bayonet, and the uncoagulated blood continued to flow down the bayonet and the gun body.

Two headless corpses were lying quietly on the sandbags. The terrified and unwilling expressions on the heads seemed to be telling their last tragic experience, and Akutagawa's anger that had just subsided rose again.

The Japanese soldiers around were also terrified. They could do such brutal things to others, but when the same experience happened to themselves, the spontaneous sense of fear suddenly made people shudder.

"Baga! Immediately go into the mountains and launch a pursuit, no matter what, we must kill this group of stupid Chinese pigs!" Akutagawa was so angry that he drew out his samurai sword and gave an order.

"Squadron Captain Jiechuan, calm down. The situation in the mountains is complicated. We can easily fall into the enemy's trap. The regiment leader has also issued an order to strictly prohibit entering the mountains." Cao Chang dissuaded worriedly.

Akutagawa also knew this truth, but his anger almost clouded his rationality. He was not afraid of the traps of the Chinese people, but he had to obey the orders of the regimental captain, and a sense of powerlessness filled his whole body.

"Bastard...damn Huaxia pig!" Akutagawa kicked these rifles down, and the head on the bayonet rolled aside, as if mocking his incompetence...

(End of this chapter)