Jiamo's limbs were tightly bound, and a hundred and ten catties of large stones were tied to his legs, which was at the bottom of the water, and he was about to suffocate. The brain can still clearly remember the faces of his girlfriends, as a world-class ruthless killer, but he is willing to be tied down and sunk into the dark water, and he doesn't know if he has any tendons in his brain.

Jia Mo tried hard to remember his parents who died when he was ten years old, but in front of his eyes, a stunner with a cold and bewitching face gradually emerged.

it! If I hang up so sloppily and irresponsibly, it will cause this mushroom cool to cry for me day and night.

Jia Mo knew that the woman who appeared in front of him was the most perfect goddess in his heart, and she belonged to the kind of person who could go to the hall.

Death is really equal to everyone, and only when a man is dying can he know what the goddess he has been looking for in his heart is, before that, it was just a patchwork of faces, figures, and temperaments of various women.

If I die, such a beautiful girl will be cheaper to others.

I can't die.

Fortunately, Gamo kept a hand, and he jerked the rope on his wrist, and then he pulled it out of the water like a dead dog.

"Alas...... It's really hard to wear back. ”

After a burst of greedy breathing, the figure of the goddess and demon gradually blurred, and Jia Mo reluctantly opened his eyes and muttered to himself this time.

In front of him, there were concerned and confused faces of the adjutant and the two orderlies.

Since crossing over, Gamo has tried everything he can to hope to travel back again. He tried a lot of self-abuse, including hanging, burying alive, smoking, and roasting, and he almost didn't become a eunuch, and no miracle happened for him to wear back again, and after drowning today, he completely accepted the reality.

Jia Mo pondered, not knowing where the cold goddess was just now

"Sir! Can't put it back on...... Can't wear it back? Adjutant Zhou Youcai asked with a confused expression. Just now, Major Yan ordered himself and the orderly soldiers to sink him to the bottom, and now he said that he couldn't go back, and besides, the Major's actions in the past few days are somewhat mysterious and absurd, which is incomprehensible.

In this era, it is not yet fashionable to cross, so the two orderlies are also confused, and they don't know what the bloody major in front of them is going to wear back.

Everyone knows that Major Yan is the future son-in-law of General Nalan, the commander of the Kuomintang Jinping Theater, from a staff officer at the highest level who doesn't fart to a major, which can be described as a step to the sky, and his future wife is also an officer, the most typical cold beauty.

Jia Mo knew that he couldn't go back. The bloody plot in film and television dramas and novels actually appeared in himself, he grew up under the red flag, grew up to become the world's top killer, accumulated huge wealth, and had countless beautiful women, but he traveled to the Anti-Japanese War era in 1942, and he was a major officer of the Kuomintang, and he also had such a hot potato in front of him that could change the trend of the entire World War II.

The old god of Jiamo was chattering: "Brother Yan Zhi, I'm sorry, from now on, buddy, I will be a upright, greedy and lustful layman, and take over your body in an all-round way, as well as your incomprehensible fiancée." ”

"Zhou Youcai."

"Sir!"

"Go, you go to the death row in the military camps, and give me five hundred death row prisoners, either the national army or the Eighth Road. Don't be fat, don't have parents, wives and children, brothers and sisters at home. ”

"Sir, this ......"

"Execute the order!" Yan Zhi's slightly chubby body suddenly overflowed with an invisible coercion, which could not be resisted.

The baby fat on your own body has not faded, and you are embarrassed to dislike other people's fat, besides, the soldiers are all yellow and thin like monkeys, I want to find the fat man! The chubby Zhou Youcai slandered Yan Zhi, what is wrong with this Major Yan, in the past few days, he has been looking for death and life, after being fished out of the water by several people like a dead dog just now, it is like a different person, and the aura on his body, where he looks like a major, is better than a major general.

Although the vast majority of people looked down on Yan Zhi, thinking that he could wear the official uniform of a major, all by the shit luck that flew from the sky, who dared to look down on Yan Zhi's future father-in-law, so the five hundred death row prisoners he asked for were quickly gathered.

Five hundred death row inmates sat in a valley surrounded by mountains on all sides, without a trace of wind, the rocks were hot and hot, the hair of the people on their heads was curly like the sun, and there were soldiers with loaded guns on the side, they were not allowed to eat or drink for a day, and before the sun set in the afternoon, two hundred death row inmates had been carried away from heat stroke.

In the evening, the remaining death row inmates were each given a small half bowl of muddy river water, and the next day everything was as usual, and before noon, more than 100 more death row inmates were carried away.

By the evening of the third day, there were only a hundred or so death row inmates left in the valley.

In the evening, the death row inmates were given a sumptuous dinner, and all the condemned inmates thought that this was their last supper.

On the morning of the fourth day, more than 100 death row prisoners were moved to an open grove surrounded by soldiers, unguarded, with the sun scorching on the treetops and a breeze in the forest.

"There's no one to guard here, shall we run?" A young death row inmate dressed in a national army uniform leaned against a small tree and whispered to several people around him.

"If you want to run, you run, I won't run." A middle-aged death row inmate who was a little older and wearing the uniform of the Eighth Route Army said that his military uniform was already very tattered, and his face was dark, resolute, and calm.

Another young national army death row prisoner said: "I think we can run, anyway, we are all dying people, it is better to take this opportunity to fight for a life, even if you go home to see your parents, wife and children, it will be earned." He stood up as he spoke, hoping that someone would join him, and that the number of people would increase his courage.

Several young death row inmates around nodded in agreement and stood up. Anyway, they are all death row prisoners, and sooner or later they will die, so it is better to fight.

The middle-aged Balu looked at the few young people who were about to move, and said coldly: "Don't look at the lack of people here, but as long as we escape, a large number of soldiers will appear around, and when the time comes, it will not be as simple as shooting and beheading." ”

Several young people shuddered, and one asked, "What will happen?" ”

The middle-aged Balu said: "I have seen the people who escaped were caught and tied on wooden stakes, slowly tortured, and begged for death for half a day. ”

The young death row inmates had blue lips and no longer spoke, but sat quietly.

Finally, at noon, a young officer of the Nationalist Army wearing sunglasses appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and behind him, a group of soldiers escorted a dozen short and stocky Japanese prisoners with their hands tied behind their backs.

"The rank of major?"

"It's the Major. It's so young, it's bought by nine out of ten military ranks. ”

"Look at his fat milk with fine skin and tender meat, he has never been on the battlefield......"

"That's it, this kind of fancy young master who has just been weaned has gone to the battlefield, and it is estimated that he will urinate instantly when he sees blood......"

Among the death row prisoners, some soldiers whispered, including soldiers of the National Army and soldiers of the Eighth Route Army, who were exposed to the scorching sun for three days, and everyone had grievances.

"Generally, those who can wear this kind of sunglasses are mostly young masters Jin Gui who came back from abroad from high-ranking officials, and they don't care about it." The middle-aged death row prisoner sneered, and the fat young officer who walked diagonally said to the death row prisoners around him, "Look at the scimitar on his waist, it is fancy and impractical, and on the battlefield, it is neither as powerful and deadly as the little devil's bayonet, nor as powerful and domineering as our broadsword." ”

Everyone nodded. This veteran of the Eighth Route crawled out of the pile of dead people, and his words are true.

Yan Zhi looked around at the more than 100 death row prisoners in front of him, all of them were as thin as firewood, but everyone had a murderous aura that had been cultivated by the war, and most of them had homicides in their hands, otherwise they would not have been sentenced to death.

Although the death row inmates have been tortured for several days, and all the military uniforms on their bodies are crumpled and collapsed, their eyes are not broken, and they are not good at looking at them.

"These Japanese are ferocious and vicious, and each of them has the blood of my compatriots on their hands, and they have done a lot of evil deeds, and they are innocent of death." Yan Zhi got straight to the point, stretched out his hand and pointed at the Japanese soldiers behind him, and said to the death row prisoners, "Today I will give you a chance, whoever dares to fight with them in a white-handed battle, as long as you kill a devil, I will pardon whoever is not guilty and will be released home immediately." ”

"Home? Tossing us for a few days, just to fight a dozen captured little devils? ”

Death row inmates all want.

Adjutant Zhou Youcai and the other two orderlies also thought the same. This fat major is too ridiculous, if this spreads, it will definitely become the laughing stock of the barracks.

"I'm willing to fight the little devils." The middle-aged death row prisoner wearing the Eighth Route Military uniform was the first to stand up, anyway, it was death, and he didn't care what kind of medicine this major sold in the gourd, he laughed wildly, "Hahaha, Lao Tzu can kill a few more little devils before he dies, it's worth it." ”

"Me!"

"Me!"

"I, and me, I'm going to fight to the death with the little devils......"

The sitting death row prisoners stood up one after another, and if they could kill the little devils, they could go home, even if they died in battle, they would die with all their blood, and it was better than eating empty guns and seeing the king of Hades.

Yan Zhi sneered: "You all have the opportunity to fight with the little devil, but the soldier must have the backbone of a soldier, since it is a battle to determine life and death, then if the little devil wins, we can only watch them leave." ”

At this moment, more than 100 death row inmates were silent, and the breathing of green grass could be heard quietly.

Everyone knows how strong the devil is in the white-knuckle battle, and no one is sure that he will defeat the devil one-on-one, if he is defeated and let the devil with his hands stained with the blood of the Chinese people retreat, his ancestors will crawl out of the graveyard in shame.

"Shuffle!"

After listening to the words of the translator, more than a dozen Japanese soldiers laughed wildly, said loudly, shouted, and their expressions were very arrogant, among them, the devil with a mustache, a tall figure, and a second lieutenant uniform, sneered contemptuously: "One-on-one with the pig of Shina, it is to humiliate the unparalleled bushido spirit of my Imperial Japanese soldiers, we can fight two, hahahaha......"

The death row inmates all had fire-breathing eyes, they couldn't understand Japanese, but they could understand each other's arrogance, but no one was sure that they could defeat the little devil in a single release.

"The little devils said that the spirit of Great East Asia Bushido is unparalleled in the world, and they are willing to fight to the death with Chinese soldiers." The interpreter said to the prisoners on death row, "The little devil also said that they demanded that one against the other, and if they won, they must be let go. ”

"Damn, little devil, this is a naked humiliation of our Chinese soldiers."

The death row inmates were full of blood and tears. On the battlefield, they often see the scene of the little devil fighting with one enemy and two when fighting with bayonets, and not falling behind, if they send two people to fight a little devil, they will not win, and they are not sure if they are alone, and for a time, the morale of more than 100 death row prisoners will be suppressed by more than a dozen little devils.