The ground floor of the building used by the Japanese army as a temporary command post was almost surrounded by fire, and the thick rafters crackled under the fire, and smoke billowed out of the windows of the upper floors.

After the building caught fire, the wounded soldier of the Japanese army, whose lower leg had been blown off, climbed out of the house on his own, without a gun by his side. The top of his severed limb was tightened by the medic with a bandage, strangling the great blood veins. He looked at his severed limb, at first he wanted to die, but he didn't have the courage to commit suicide, he was forced to crawl out of the room by the fire, and when the troops retreated, there was no way to take him, he wanted to kill himself again, but there was no gun by his side. If you have a gun, you can kill a hundred, but he really can't get into the fire and be burned alive.

So, when several Chinese soldiers came towards him with murderous energy, he felt that he was about to be relieved.

When he saw the Chinese soldiers coming, he looked determined and gasped for breath. One of his legs was blown off by a grenade from the knee down, his bones were broken, as if he had been smashed by a sledgehammer, and the broken leg was covered with dirt and smoke, and in some places the muscles and dirt solidified together like rotten flesh in the mud, and in other places it was washed by the constant flow of blood, and the crimson flesh was curving like an earthworm.

There are no exactly the same wounds on the battlefield, there are similar death processes and the same final death.

A trace of sadness flashed at the corners of the mouths of the wounded Japanese soldiers, and he raised his fist towards the four Chinese soldiers, then stretched out his thumb and forefinger, and looked at the faces of the four men who had become hideous with hatred.

“pia！”

Although the Japanese soldiers could not speak Chinese, he could still imitate the sound of the gun.

Zhao Fugui, Tuesday Wa, Wang Xiaoxiang, Zhong Jiagen, saw the movements of the ghost soldiers, and were stunned.

Zhong Jiagen and the others imagined along the way that when this devil with no gun in his hand saw them, he would either crawl on the ground in fright, or cry for mercy, or curse loudly in Japanese. They never thought that this devil would actually make such a move.

Just now, when the soldiers helped the women and children in the village to collect the bodies of their relatives, they were extremely resentful of the cruelty of the devils.

Because they hated the brutal behavior of the devils, Zhong Jiagen and the others had already come up with at least six or seven vicious ways to torture this Japanese soldier, and they would never let him die quickly, but let him slowly bleed to death after being tortured.

In the face of the provocation of this Japanese soldier, Wang Xiaoxiang and Tuesday Wa, the two of them also laughed fiercely, holding the gun obliquely, the tip of the gun pointed downward, and walked towards the Japanese soldier quickly.

Zhong Jiagen's thin and immature face smiled gently, he took off the bayonet as he walked, put the rifle on his back, and waved the knife flower: "The death of the dog is still arrogant, wait until I first chop off your fingers and toes one by one to feed the wolf, and then gouge out your eyes and step on firecrackers under your feet, cut off your ears and take them back to make trophies, cut off your tongue, smash your teeth, I see that you are still arrogant." ”

Tuesday baby, Wang Xiaoxiang, heard Zhong Jiagen's words, and slowed down, thinking about how this kid was so ruthless.

There were still ten steps away from the wounded Japanese soldiers, and Zhao Fugui stretched out his hand to stop the three of them.

"Give him a gun."

Zhao Fugui said to Zhong Jiagen.

"Why?" Zhong Jiagen asked puzzled. Zhao Fugui saved his life just now, otherwise he would have been a devil's back.

"I think this devil is a bit bloody. We soldiers fight to the death on the battlefield, but we all respect bloody men. Zhao Fugui slowly aimed his gun at the Japanese soldier and said, "Give him a gun, if he is a man, we will give him a good time, otherwise, let you torture him to death." ”

Zhong Jiagen took off a 38 cover from his back, checked the bullets, five, then turned off the safety and threw the gun to the wounded Japanese soldier.

The wounded soldiers of the Japanese army laughed miserably, waved their wrists, and "pulled" the trigger with their index fingers on Zhao Fugui and the four of them, and made a "piapia" sound in their mouths.

Zhao Fugui's faces were gloomy, staring at the 38 big cover that Zhong Jiagen threw over.

The Japanese soldier struggled to crawl to the gun, first reached out and grabbed the muzzle, then put the muzzle of the gun against his other leg, and skillfully withdrew the five bullets and threw them away.

Zhao Fugui's gloomy face changed a little, and then flashed.

The Japanese soldier nodded to the four Chinese soldiers.

Zhao Fugui and the four of them still raised their guns and aimed at the wounded Japanese soldiers.

"Smack!"

The wounded Japanese soldier pushed the air into the chamber of the gun, opened the safe, picked up the gun, and put the trigger on the index finger.

“pia！”

The three-eight big lid made a hollow sound.

“pia……”

Zhao Fugui, Zhong Jiagen, Wang Xiaoxiang, and Tuesday Wa, the guns in their hands rang out almost at the same time.

***

The soldiers began to persuade and forcibly arrange for the residents to get into wagons, ox carts, and donkey carts. The chief said that at this time, you have to harden your heart, and you can't let the residents go. By them, they couldn't leave until noon.

Residents who have just lost their loved ones and are unable to leave their homeland, although they know that to stay is to die, when it comes time to leave by car, they are still reluctant to leave the remains of their loved ones who are being burned by fire and the homes they have lived in for more than ten or decades.

The inhabitants were almost burned to the ground by the fire, and each of them had no luggage to bring, and under the persuasion of the soldiers, the old, the young, the sick and the disabled sat in the cars crying, and the young all walked on foot.

Only Fan Xiaosi and a few wounded soldiers of the Brotherhood were in ox carts.

Because the Japanese raided the village late at night, killing almost all the young and middle-aged men in the village, and capturing the sleeping girls in a room, most of the girls and women wore light, thin, and short clothes, and the morning was cold.

Yan Zhi asked the soldiers to take off their clean coats and put them on as well as the children and the elderly.

Some of the soldiers wore the uniforms of the national army, and some of them still wore the military uniforms of the little devils they had changed into when they were in the Winged Valley.

Girls are given priority in wearing the uniforms of the National Army.

Old people don't wear devil's clothes.

Helpless, Yan Zhi could only let the soldiers change into devil uniforms and give the national army uniforms to the old people.

Yan Zhi commands:

Wu Zhonghua took three people to pick up Kuang Dawei and them back, and after the seven people came back, they met with the two machine gunners waiting in the stockade, and nine people served as the rear guard, responsible for breaking the rear.

If the devil chases after him, Wu Zhonghua, Kuang Dawei and the other nine people will do whatever it takes, even if it is death, you will have to drag the devil for me for an hour.

Fang You led five soldiers to rush forward, in a group of two, each mile in turn to advance a group, once encountering the enemy, three groups of six people joined forces, and fought and retreated, at all costs, to lure the enemy away.

Just when everything was arranged and the soldiers in charge of the broken rear were withdrawn deeply, the soldiers in front of the sudden front quickly stepped forward to probe the outpost, and the people's vehicles began to hit the road, Zhao Fugui ran to report.

"Sir, we found a girl upstairs at the devil's temporary command post."

Yan Zhi frowned: "Girl? Then bring it down. ”

Zhao Fugui said: "This girl doesn't seem to be wearing any clothes, she is very fierce, and a few of us are not allowed to approach." We had just left after killing the devil's wounded soldiers, and we heard this girl shouting for help upstairs, probably because she was stunned by the smoke and woke up after hearing the gunshots. The fire in the girl's upstairs room has been brought under control by a few of us, but the entire building could collapse at any moment. ”

Yan Zhi said angrily: "I'm not a woman, why don't you let others get close to you, why don't you find me, just find an aunt to go up." ”

"Aunts and girls have relatives who have been killed, and they are all crying heartbreaking, who is in the mood to persuade. Besides, the small building will collapse at any time, and it is not safe for them to go up. ”

! Yan Zhi was speechless, ran to Xiaolou, slandered Zhao Fugui, and deliberately threw this hot potato to labor and management.