Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2323: Careless tactics, the Japs call themselves handsome young men!

Inside the gendarmerie's office, sunlight shone through the window onto the heavy filing cabinets and cold walls, casting mottled and distorted shadows.

There was a stale and moldy smell in the air, mixed with the faint sound of artillery fire in the distance, adding a sense of uneasiness and tension to the atmosphere.

Ma Hu stood in the middle of the office, his eyes fixed on the captain of the Japanese military police battalion, Jimu, who was wounded and had his entire right arm covered in blood.

At this time, blood had already formed a puddle on Jimu's right hand, staining his Type 14 Nambu pistol that had fallen on the ground blood red.

The captain of the gendarmerie brigade, Jimu, tried to hide his inner panic with his calm face, but the dense beads of sweat on his forehead betrayed him.

Ma Hu asked coldly: "Where is Liu Xiaomei's body? Tell me, and I will leave you an intact body."

Facing Ma Hu's questioning, Jimu straightened his back pretending to be calm, with a scornful smile on his lips, as if to say: "We, the great Japanese samurai, will never yield to you Chinese."

Although he was actually panicking, he still said stubbornly, "What Liu Xiaomei? I don't know. There is no such person in the military police."

Ma Hu ignored him and asked the dozen or so Japanese soldiers kneeling on the ground nearby.

These devils were all being held by the big men in black and couldn't move at all.

Ma Hu walked up to the first devil and asked, "Do you know where Liu Xiaomei is?"

This devil didn't understand Chinese and couldn't understand what Ma Hu was saying at all.

But seeing that he didn't say anything, Ma Hu smiled slightly, pulled out the pistol from his waist, pointed it at the devil's head and shot him.

The Japanese soldier had no time to react before he was shot in the head. He didn't even know he was dead when he was dying. Even though the two black-clad men let go of his hands, he still remained kneeling.

Ma Hu sneered and kicked the Japanese soldier's body down. Then he asked the next Japanese soldier.

This Japanese soldier didn't understand Chinese, but he still got the peanut as he wished.

Then came the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth.

The seventh soldier didn't even wait for Ma Hu to ask, and quickly said in unstandard Chinese: "Don't kill me, I know what you want to ask. The woman is in the gendarmerie prison, in the innermost room."

Ma Hu pointed his gun at the smarter Japanese soldier and asked, "The woman you mentioned is dead. I killed her. Because she is not Liu Xiaomei, right?"

The Japanese soldier was shocked, it was obvious that he was trying to trick Ma Hu.

Ma Hu moved the muzzle of his gun towards the devil and continued, "I prefer smart people. You are very smart, so I don't want you to be confused about this matter."

The Japanese soldier kept staring at Ma Hu's gun muzzle. He was so nervous that he kept swallowing his saliva and his body couldn't help shaking.

Finally, he pointed to Captain Jimu: "Everyone else who knew about this is dead. Only the captain knows where the body was dumped."

Ma Hu looked at Jimu, but Jimu cursed his men, "Bakayalu, you coward, you are bringing shame to the Imperial Japanese Army. You are not a samurai, you are trash, trash!"

The Japanese soldier lowered his head in shame, but unexpectedly, at this moment, Ma Hu made a beheading gesture.

Several big men in black attacked at the same time, and the sharp daggers instantly cut the necks of all the Japanese soldiers, leaving them no chance to react.

Jimu was so frightened by the scene in front of him that he was stunned. He opened his mouth wide but could not say a word for a long time. At this moment, he remembered that the people in front of him were all bloodthirsty outlaws, and their methods were probably no worse than those of him, the captain of the gendarmerie.

He was even a little worried about his fate. If he was killed instantly like his men, it would be fine. But if the other party wanted to torture him, he didn't know if he could bear it.

Jimu finally became a little nervous, but as the captain of the military brigade of the Empire of Japan, he believed that he had to hold on.

He insisted, "That imperial soldier is deceiving you. Little Sister Liu is in the prison of the military police. If you kill her, I'm sorry. You killed the person you wanted to save with your own hands."

Jimu insisted that the girl who was killed by Ma Hu in prison was Liu Xiaomei, and he spoke with certainty and without any fear.

And if Ma Hu had not confirmed that it was not Liu Xiaomei, she would probably have been deceived by him at this moment.

Ma Hu smiled and said, "You don't have to tell me. I have been in the martial arts world for more than 40 years, and my skills are no worse than yours."

As he spoke, Ma Hu waved his hand slightly, and his men took out a rolled long bag from the cloth bag behind him.

Jimu looked at the bag in confusion.

Ma Hu's men opened the bag, and small knives, steel spikes, steel chisels, etc. appeared in Jimu's field of vision.

Jimu asked in surprise: "What is this?"

Ma Hu smiled and said, "They are just some small toys for daily use. I remember when I was young, I would chop off the fingers and toes of those disobedient enemies with a knife, dig out their eyes, and cut off their tongues, noses, and ears.

I don’t know what happened in the past few years, but I gradually fell in love with these little gadgets.

They are easy to carry and not bloody.

Tsk tsk! Do you see this thing? "

As he spoke, Ma Hu took out an ear pick.

But this ear pick is more than three inches long, and the ear pick in the front is also particularly large.

Ma Hu waved it in front of Jimu's eyes and said, "This is called an ear pick. I will use it to clean your ears thoroughly."

At this point, Ma Hu also said with a sigh: "Alas, but, those who have been dug by it will not be able to hear anything in the future."

Little Zhuge, standing by, waved his fan and said, "Boss, we can't ignore this. We still need to ask this devil questions. I suggest using that steel chisel to pierce the gap between his fingernails, then flip it upwards, and his fingernails will fall off. Hahaha!"

Ma Hu pretended to be embarrassed and said, "Isn't this a bit too cruel?"

Little Zhuge nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, it is a bit cruel. Why don't we change the knife, Boss? You haven't skinned someone in a long time. Why don't you practice with this devil? Hahaha!"

Ma Hu nodded repeatedly, but said: "I haven't done this business for a long time, maybe I'm a little rusty. But it doesn't matter, this little devil has thick skin and flesh, I'm afraid he won't be afraid of pain."

Little Zhuge echoed: "Yes, this little devil has thick skin and flesh, it's easy to peel him!"

At the same time, Jimu was about to cry. How could I be thick-skinned? I am still young and a piece of fresh meat, okay?