"You've done a great job, reward, big yes. ”

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

Such an encouragement made the puppet army leader's waist straighter than anyone else.

It is a great honor to be appreciated by Taijun, and the ancestors are all light!

"Thanks... Xie Taijun complimented!"

"Xie Dahei, you must make sure that the news is accurate, Taijun called a big plane specifically for your news, if it is a mistake, hum hum..."

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

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

A swarthy and thin young man came out of the puppet army, glanced at Taijun with a flattering face, and then said: "I also drank a bowl of porridge and a steamed bun from him, and he said that if he wanted to drink porridge and eat enough steamed buns, he would join them, and he could eat enough white flour steamed buns." ”

As he spoke, the young man continued to compliment.

"Those dirt buns, you know how to eat steamed porridge, I don't know that with Taijun you not only have steamed buns, but also big meat, chicken, all-you-can-eat, Taijun, it's very good!"

The young man gave a thumbs up, and wanted to slap his ass, but Xie Dahei slapped him back and warned.

"Pull it down, what kind of sycophants do you want, do you want you to pat your ass?

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

“#！@@！#！@。 Taijun leaned over and said something in Ma Yi's ear.

Translator Ma nodded repeatedly, coughed lightly, and translated.

"Taijun said, let the people in this village come out, we won't go in first, for fear that those cunning eight roads will have an ambush. ”

Xie Dahei suddenly understood, was full of luck, and shouted towards the entrance of the village.

"The people inside listen to Lao Tzu, those who can still breathe, those who can talk about things, get out of Lao Tzu, Taijun has something to ask you!"

Saying that, Xie Dahei also took out Wang Ba's box of guns, fired a gun into the sky to demonstrate, and showed off.

Lao Tzu has a gun.

I don't know if it's a deterrent from gunfire.

At this time, there were few people in the village who came out, gray-headed, with broken and dark clothes all over their bodies, and there was no other emotion in their eyes when facing Xie Dahei, only fear, fear.

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

"Uncle... We... How can we harbor any eight roads..."It was an old man with a cane who spoke, who seemed to be the head of the village, and he still had some blood marks on his body, which looked like he was injured, but it was not serious.

"You, dare to lie to Lao Tzu? Do you know what happened to the last person who lied to Lao Tzu?" Xie Dahei put a gun to the head of the village chief and said fiercely: "Give you another chance, say, where is the eighth road." ”

"I... I really don't know... Unbelief... I don't believe you went into the village to check... Where are there eight roads, we just honestly plough the fields. ”

The village elder burst into tears, knelt down and kowtowed, and kept saying no.

"Fart, we will definitely be ambushed when we enter the village, hurry up, you guys hand over the eight roads yourself. Xie Dahei's face sank and said, "I don't recognize people at the muzzle of my gun..."

"Not really..."

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

"Taijun, this dead old man refuses to explain the location of the Eighth Road. ”

“@￥%…… &#@#@。 Taijun said in front of the translator.

Translator Ma nodded.

"Taijun said that he trusts you very much, but this time the action is very important, if there is a mistake, you must ask your whole family. ”

Xie Dahei shuddered, he knew that Taijun had done it, so he immediately turned around and gave the old village chief a kick.

The thin body flew upside down, and the few good teeth that were not there fell to the ground.

"Rao... Spare your life..."The old village chief's voice was like a gossamer.

Click.

Xie Dahei opened the safety bolt of Wang Ba's box.

The black muzzle of the gun was pressed against the head of the old village chief...

......

On this side of the cowshed, a few people had eased up.

"You must not let these devil soldiers go to Captain Wang's side..."Niu Yangshan gritted his teeth tightly: "Although I don't know what important materials Captain Wang received, these devils and puppet soldiers are so attentive, they must be very important things..."

"If these Japanese guys succeed, more Erya Niang will die, and more Erya will have no mothers.."

Liu Yang's hands were trembling, and it was impossible not to be afraid.

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

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

How to fight?

Despair pervades all around.

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

Themselves, what can these four people do?

"I... I listen to the boss... I'll do whatever the boss tells me to do. Ye Weiqiang is still the youngest teenager after all, and he handed over all the decisions to Niuyangshan.

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

At this moment, there was a sparse sound around me.

The nervous few people immediately raised their Hanyang Manufacturing, and the sweat in their palms was surging wildly.

"Who is it!?"

"Don't worry, little warrior... It's us..."

There were a lot of people pouring out around.

These people are more or less wounded, and their clothes are already in tatters.

Carrying forks, shovels, all sorts of farm tools.

It was the men of the village, who were all 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 surviving men are gathering from all directions.

One of the men stood in front of Erya Niang's corpse for a while, and then asked Erya to let go of his hand, and when he saw his father coming, Erya let go of the mutilated corpse.

Erya shouted that she was tired and tired.

He picked up Erya's small body and walked towards this side.

There is no excessive language, only the repression of silence.

These men with pitchfork farming tools on their backs, their thin bodies seem to carry a heavy force, a... There are no words to describe the power.

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

It brings strength, it brings courage.

Let the hands of some people who couldn't hold guns no longer tremble.