The War of Resistance

"Wow", buckets of cold water poured down on his head, and a Japanese soldier who was tied to a pillar finally came to himself after being stimulated by the pain.

The light in the room became darker again, it was because the sun had set, but then his eyes were attracted by another companion of his.

The companion had also been untied from the rope, but was supported by two Chinese soldiers behind him.

The companion's head was lowered without any reaction, and he was already unknown, and just opposite his companion was a **** Chinese veteran.

The Japanese soldier naturally didn't understand why his companion was let go, and he didn't have the time to think about it. The pain on his body was like countless ants biting, but he could bear it because he was a ninja.

But at this moment, he saw that Chinese veteran suddenly turned his head to look at him, and then said "hey" twice with malicious intentions.

The Japanese soldier felt that his honor as the Great Japanese Imperial Army had been humiliated, but he really couldn't do anything other than stare. It's all numb.

The thin-faced Chinese veteran stared at him for a while and then opened his mouth to say something. He naturally couldn't understand, but then a Chinese soldier brought up a wooden basin and put it under his companion. .

At this moment, he felt that something was wrong, and what happened next was exactly what he had foreseen. He saw the Chinese veteran stabbing his unknown companion in the chest. !

The knife is inserted very deep, and it is inevitable that a knife will penetrate the heart.

As a bystander, the Japanese soldier instinctively wanted to struggle, but the rope that had bound him tightly was like the strongest shackle in the world, so he couldn't move at all.

So he could only watch from the side as the Chinese veteran began to slowly pull out the sharp knife that had pierced his companion's chest.

The old soldier was really unhappy when he drew the knife, and he even waited for a while holding the knife when the blood flowed out.

With the obstruction of the knife, the blood flowed into the basin below like a slippery stream without gush.

Those who are killed are always desperate, and so are those who know they are bound to die. It's just that they, as invaders, have created the despair of the Chinese people. I don't know if this is considered retribution.

In the despair of the Japanese soldier, he saw his companion shed the last drop of blood, and the basin was taken out of the house by another Chinese soldier, and then the two Chinese soldiers holding his companion loosened their hands, His companion fell to the ground like a dead dog.

Now that he was captured by the Chinese army, the Japanese soldier was also mentally prepared, so he continued to endure.

In his patience, he saw another Chinese soldier come out from the back room, also naked to the waist, and when viewed from the side, the soldier's back was covered with scars.

The soldier sat on the broken bench opposite him and looked at him.

This Japanese soldier has been in China for several years, and he has met the eyes of many Chinese people.

The eyes of the vast majority of Chinese people are cowardly, and they dare not meet him.

The eyes of a small number of Chinese people are unwilling, angry, and wanting revenge.

But no matter what kind of gaze, no matter whether the person who cast the gaze is male, female or young, as long as the order allows, those gazes will disappear under his gaze, and what will be left in the end is only a pair of dilated pupils that have lost their brilliance .

Because of this, the Chinese soldier on the opposite side looked at him very displeased, because that kind of gaze was contemptuous, but he had already been captured and there was nothing he could do.

The enemy and the enemy just looked at each other. Due to the language barrier, the Japanese soldier was speechless, but the Chinese soldier obviously didn't mean to curse him except for the contempt in his eyes.

The room became silent like this.

Simply, the Japanese soldier closed his eyes and continued his ninja endurance.

But this time he didn't bear it for a few minutes, he opened his eyes again when he heard the sound of footsteps, and at this moment he saw a Chinese soldier bring back the wooden basin containing his companion's blood up.

It's just that the wooden basin has indeed become damper than before, and the hot air is radiating from the basin.

Is this about bleeding yourself? But why hot water is needed for bloodletting, the Japanese soldier was puzzled.

But when he saw the wooden basin was placed between himself and the wounded Chinese soldier, he suddenly realized that the wooden basin contained no hot water, but steamed blackened blood soup. !

Everything had broken the Japanese soldier's expectations, his head buzzed, but then he saw a wooden spoon dipped into the blood and scooped it up.

That movement was very slow, as if he was afraid that he would not be able to see clearly, as if he was afraid of disturbing the silence in the room!

But before the wooden spoon holding the blood soup was pulled out from the basin, suddenly, the thick wooden pillar in the middle of the house, which was as thick as the two large bowls on top of the house, shook, as if two people had just started It was the same shaking as when a Japanese soldier was **** here and tortured.

As soon as the wooden pillars were moved, the watchdog moved, and tiny bits of dirt rustled down from the roof of the earthen house, but at this moment, a complaining cry sounded from the house: "Old Uncle Wang!"

The Japanese soldier's mouth was gagged, of course he didn't shout it out, it was the wounded Chinese soldier opposite him, Shang Zhen.

Poor Shang Zhen had been starving for a long time, so he woke up from hunger.

Old Mao Wang said that he had brought him delicious food, and he was about to eat it, but the Japanese soldier in front of him shook his head so hard that the ashes on the shed were about to fall into the blood soup. , You said how could Shang Zhen not be in a hurry? Shang Zhen was so frightened that he hurriedly lowered his waist and used his naked upper body to protect the basin.

"I have clothes!" Ma Erhuzi rushed over, and in a hurry, he pulled his jacket with both hands, and the buttons on the jacket collapsed and flew out.

Shang Zhen got up, and Ma Erhuzi's worn-out jacket was buttoned on the blood soup, so the dirt that fell from the house finally spilled on the clothes.

"How is it? Mai Tai?" Concerned voices rang out, the words were the same sentence, but they were said by several people at the same time.

From the moment the Japanese soldier watched his companion being bled into the plate and the blood was steamed and then put back in front of the Japanese soldier, several veterans like Shang Zhen who were in the room were all staring at him.

But they didn't expect that this short Japanese soldier could burst out with such great strength after being beaten up by Old Mao Wang and stimulated by Old Mao Wang's bad move.

Therefore, they also wanted to cover Shang Zhen from the dust that fell into the tub, but they were too late.

"Old Uncle Wang, what are you doing wrong?" Shang Zhen complained.

The wooden spoon that was filled with blood soup just now was still in his hand, and it was already half full.

At this time, Shang Zhen looked at the steamed and blackened blood in the wooden spoon. Although he, a veteran who was used to seeing **** scenes, was not disgusted enough to refuse to eat it, but he didn't know why. .

"It's dead, it's so boring!" Old Mao Wang's voice came, but he was looking at the Japanese soldier by the pillar.

The head of the Japanese soldier who had just shaken the wooden pillar with his own strength had already been pulled up by Wang Laomao, but although the guy's eyes were wide open, his pupils had already dilated.

Old Mao Wang let go of his hand contemptuously, and the head drooped down.

The Japanese soldier died, who knew he was scared to death by Old Mao Wang's inhuman beard? Or died of a violent rage that belonged only to their Yamato race?

Old Mao Wang didn't care about this, as long as this guy died according to his calculations, he would feel much better.

"Come on, I'd better eat outside." Seeing that Old Mao Wang ignored him, Shang Zhen could only stagger out with the wooden basin filled with blood soup.

It stands to reason that a warrior like Shang Zhen should not be described as staggering, but now he is like this.

He hadn't slept for two days and two nights, and he had limited food and was injured. The result of such tossing was that he passed out after seeing the reinforcements, and of course it could be said that he fell asleep.

He was exhausted physically and mentally, so he fell asleep naturally, and went to sleep with his body, even though there was already a flood outside him.

And he was hit by the hidden weapon of the Japanese army, and it was only his own inference that the hidden weapon was poisonous. As for the poison of the hidden weapon, or whether Old Mao Wang was unintentionally blinded to the antidote, this is unknown.

This is the fate of human beings. Although some people will die when they deserve to die and not die when they deserve to die, there are also some people who survived when they deserved to die and died when they should not die. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

As for the play that Wang Laomao performed for the Japanese soldier who had just died, there are naturally some truths and some falsehoods.

It was true that he bled Japanese Army B in front of Japanese Army A, but the blood soup that was steamed was pig's.

How could Old Mao Wang make Shang Zhen eat human blood? Not only could he not let Shang Zhen eat human blood, even the wooden basin for steaming pig blood was changed.

But Old Mao Wang directed such a horrific farce, and Shang Zhen is so weak that he can't do anything about it. He is so weak now that he didn't even have a relationship. Why did the Japanese soldier see that he wanted to eat steamed pig blood just now? will die.

He was so weak that he was too lazy to think about why the Japanese soldier died.

He neither saw Wang Laomao bloodletting Japanese Army B in front of Japanese Army A, nor did Wang Laomao tell him that the Japanese soldier did not know that he was eating pig blood.

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