Sanqing Inheritance System

Chapter 90, Life and Death in the Anti-Japanese War ([-])

"You did a good job, the reward is big."

A mustache headed by the Japanese army patted the puppet army leader in front of him on the shoulder, and encouraged him in jerky Chinese.

With such encouragement, the leader of the puppet army straightened his waist straighter than anyone else.

It is a great honor to be appreciated by the Taijun, the ancestors are all lighted up!
"Thank you Majesty for the compliment!"

"Xie Dahei, you must make sure that the news is accurate. Taijun called a big plane to come here just for your news. If it is wrong, hehehe." The translator next to Taijun has a long braid. , the white-faced middle-aged man with a mole at the corner of his mouth snorted coldly.

Xie Dahei looked at the translator, patted his chest and said.

"Absolutely! Translator Ma, I can personally testify that I sent my nephew to the enemy camp as an undercover agent three days ago. Nephew, come out!"

A dark and thin young man came out of the puppet army, glanced flatteringly at Taijun, and then said: "I also drank a bowl of porridge and a steamed bun from him. If you join them, you can eat enough white flour steamed buns."

With that said, the young man continued to compliment.

"Those bumpkins only know how to eat steamed buns and porridge, but they don't know that following Taijun, you not only have steamed buns, but also big meat, chicken, all you can eat, Taijun, it's great!"

The young man gave a thumbs up, but Xie Dahei slapped him back when he wanted to flatter him, warning.

"Pull it down, what kind of flattery is it? The Taijun wants you to flatter? It's up to you to say that the Taijun is so good?"

The corner of the young man's mouth twitched, he knew that his uncle didn't want to compete with him.

"#!@@!#!@." Taijun leaned over and said something in Ma Translator's ear.

Translator Ma nodded repeatedly, coughed lightly, and translated.

"Taijun said, let the people in this village come out, we don't go in first, for fear that those cunning Eight Routes will have an ambush."

Xie Dahei understood immediately, and with enough energy, he yelled towards the entrance of the village.

"Let me listen to the people inside. Those who can still breathe, and those who can talk, get out of here. The Taijun wants to ask you something!"

As he said that, Xie Dahei also took out a bastard box gun and fired into the sky to demonstrate and show off.

I have a gun.

I don't know if it was the deterrent of gunfire.

At this time, some scattered people from the village came out, their faces were disheveled, their clothes were torn and dark all over their bodies, and when they faced Xie Dahei, there was no other emotion in their eyes, only fear and fear.

Facing his former compatriots, Xie Dahei did not have any compassion, and said in a cold and swollen tone: "You guys, have you harbored the Eight Routes?"

"Grandpa, how could we harbor some kind of Eighth Route?" The one who spoke was an old man with a cane, who seemed to be the head of the village. There were still some bloodstains on his body, and he looked injured, but it was not serious.

"Damn you, dare to lie to me? Do you know what happened to the last person who lied to me? Ah!" Xie Dahei pointed a gun at the head of the village chief and said fiercely: "Give you another chance, say , where is the eighth road?"

"I really don't know. Believe it or not, you go to the village to check. Where is there any eight roads? We are just plowing the fields honestly."

The village chief was in tears, knelt down and kowtowed, and kept saying no.

"Fart, we will definitely be ambushed when we enter the village, hurry up, and hand over the Eight Routes yourself." Xie Dahei's face darkened and said: "My gun does not recognize anyone."

"Really not"

Xie Dahei's face was cloudy and uncertain, he turned to look at Taijun, that gloomy face immediately turned into a flattering smile.

"Taijun, why is this old man unwilling to reveal the location of the eight roads?"

"@￥%...&#@#@." Taijun said in front of the translator.

Translator Ma nodded.

"Taijun said that he trusts you very much, but this action is very important. If there is a mistake, you must blame your whole family."

Xie Dahei shuddered, knowing that the Taijun could do it, he immediately turned around and kicked the old village chief.

The thin body flew upside down, and the few good teeth that were not there fell out all over the floor.

"Forgive me." The old village chief's voice was as angry as a thread.

Click.

Xie Dahei opened the safety lock of the bastard box.

The muzzle of the black gun is pointed at the head of the old village chief
On the side of the bullpen, several people have calmed down.

"Absolutely don't let these ghost soldiers go to Captain Wang's side." Niu Yangshan gritted his teeth tightly: "Although I don't know what important supplies Captain Wang is receiving, these devils are as caring as the puppet soldiers. Definitely something important”

"If these Japanese gangsters succeed, more Eryas will die, and more Eryas will have no mothers"

Liu Yang's hands were shaking, and it was impossible to say that he was not afraid.

How many people are on my side, and how many people are on the Japanese side.

The puppet army alone has more people than my side, I don't know how much.

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Desperation permeates all around.

Even Ye Weiqiang, who wanted to run the most, couldn't run, so how could other people run?

For myself, what can these four people do?

"I and I will listen to the boss. I will do whatever the boss tells me to do." Ye Weiqiang is still the youngest boy after all, and he left all the decision-making power to Niuyangshan.

Li Guo didn't say anything, just quietly wiped his Hanyang-made pull-bolt single-shot Mauser with his sleeve.

At this moment, there were scattered sounds from around.

The nervous people immediately raised their Hanyang, their palms were dripping with sweat.

"who is it!?"

"Little soldier, don't worry it's us."

There are a lot of people pouring out around.

These people were more or less injured, and their clothes were already torn.

Holding forks, shovels, all kinds of farm tools.

It was the men of the village who were working in the fields at the time of the bombing, so they didn't suffer much damage.

This is the first batch.

More and more men who survived gathered from all directions.

One of the men stood blankly in front of Erya Niang's body for a while, and then let Erya let go of her hand. When her father came, Erya let go of the incomplete body.

Erya is tired and tired.

He carried Erya's small body on his back, and walked towards this side.

There is no excessive language, only silent depression.

The thin bodies of these men carrying pitchforks seem to carry a heavy force, a force that cannot be described in words.

This force, as they approached, deeply poured into the hearts of several people.

Bring strength, bring courage.

Let the hands of those who were unable to hold the gun no longer tremble.

(End of this chapter)