The location of the Yamato Hotel is not unfamiliar now, it is the villa that Lao Zhang built in Ningyuan City.

After the Japanese forcibly occupied the place, it was converted into the Yamato Hotel, but in fact it was a secret service called Yoshio Nishinaga.

A week ago, Yoshio Nishinaga received news that an anti-Japanese force had been found in Houjiashan Village, forty miles west of Ningyuan City.

In the past three or four months, this team has frequently appeared in the vicinity of Ningyuan, repeatedly harassed and attacked the Japanese army, and even successfully attacked a gun tower and grabbed a machine gun, four rifles and some ammunition supplies.

The reason why the village was slaughtered was because the people of Houjiashan Village had been providing them with food all along, and covering them when the Japanese army was searching for them.

In Nishinaga Yoshio's eyes, the slaughter of a village is just a matter of one sentence, and there will be no psychological burden, and there is no need to even consider whether the anti-Japanese armed forces can be annihilated at the same time after the slaughter of the village.

For the Japanese, it was just a means; It not only had the effect of deterring others, but also cut off the channels for the anti-Japanese team to obtain food and other materials.

If the anti-Japanese team can be annihilated at the same time, it will kill three birds with one stone; There is nothing to lose on the other hand.

The lives of the Chinese are not counted at all in the eyes of the little devils, just as their lives are worthless in the eyes of the Americans.

Liu Cheng still remembers watching a video of a conversation between a survivor of the Japanese bombing and an American veteran who dropped the super bomb;

Japanese survivors said to American veterans, "Don't you feel guilty in your heart?" We have been waiting for your apology. ”

The American veteran's answer was very crisp and very, very cheerful: "I don't need to apologize, the Americans will always remember that phrase, 'Don't forget Pearl Harbor.'"

All sins will eventually be drowned by the long river of history, and most future generations may forget them; But for those who experienced that sin firsthand, this hatred will live forever in their hearts!

Even decades after the end of that war, two once-hostile countries were able to re-establish diplomatic relations, and many new generations of people would be able to tolerate the evils, even deluding themselves into blaming them on those who are long dead;

But those who lived through that war and saw those sins with their own eyes will never be forgiven!

"Boom!"

"Da Da Da ......"

With a violent explosion, the nine machine guns opened fire almost simultaneously, and many people who had just been awakened from their dreams by the sound of the explosion were shot and killed by the Japanese soldiers who broke into the house before they could figure out what was going on.

They will never know until they die why those Japanese are so cruel that they don't even blink an eye when they kill people.

Half an hour later, the "survivors" were driven to the entrance of the village by the Japanese soldiers, and gathered together tremblingly, and the crowd cried.

A Japanese officer with the rank of second lieutenant walked up to the crowd with a command knife and said loudly:

"You, who can tell me where that anti-Japanese team is hiding, I promise, he will not die! Otherwise, I'll kill you all!" ”

The people were all terrified, and for a moment no one responded.

The Japanese second lieutenant stared at the crowd for a moment, then suddenly reached out and pointed at one of the women holding the child, and shouted to the soldiers beside him:

"Pull her over!"

Two Japanese soldiers immediately stepped forward and dragged the woman and her child out of the crowd and pressed her to kneel in front of the second lieutenant.

The woman was frightened, and cried and pleaded with the Japanese second lieutenant:

"Please, please, don't hurt my child, please!"

"Poof, poof!"

Draw the knife, cut off the head, and do it all in one go.

The child's crying stopped abruptly, and the woman looked at the child's corpse for a few seconds, then suddenly jumped up from the ground and wailed and pounced on the Japanese second lieutenant.

"Poof!"

There was another soft sound of a sharp blade piercing through the flesh, and the command knife, which was still stained with the blood of the child, penetrated the woman's body in the blink of an eye.

In the blink of an eye, two fresh lives disappeared under the devil's butcher's knife, and the Japanese second lieutenant who had just killed two people had a disdainful smile on his face and looked coldly at the people who were still alive, as if nothing had happened.

An elderly man walked out of the crowd tremblingly, walked straight up to the Japanese second lieutenant, and scolded in a trembling voice:

"Grass, you grandma! You brute! ……”

These nine words became his last swan song before the end of his life.

Killing three people in a row, the expression on the face of the Japanese second lieutenant seemed to be even more excited, and he waved the command knife in his hand and raised his hand to point at the teenage child in the crowd again.

At the moment when two Japanese soldiers walked up to the child and tried to drag him over, a man in his forties suddenly grabbed the muzzle of one of the Japanese soldiers and dragged him into the crowd.

"Da Da Da ......"

Nine machine guns rang out at the same time, and twenty or thirty people fell to the ground one after another.

The crowd screamed and screamed, but they could only wait for the bullet to enter their bodies and there was nothing they could do.

The Japanese second lieutenant laughed at the blood flowers that kept bursting out in the crowd, just as happy as seeing his mother get on the sedan chair where ninety-nine eighty-one men jointly married their wives.

When the gunfire stopped, none of the people were still standing.

A Japanese soldier stepped forward and asked in a low voice:

"Captain, what's next?"

The Japanese lieutenant waved his hand lightly:

"Check the scene and make sure that there is no one alive!"

"Hayi!"

More than 30 Japanese soldiers immediately began to examine each of them, stabbing the bodies or corpses of the civilians with bayonets one by one.

After confirming that there were no survivors, the Japanese second lieutenant quickly left Houjiashan Village with them.

Half an hour later, one of the corpses' hands suddenly moved, and then slowly opened its eyes.

It was a young man of about twenty years of age, with a bayonet in his stomach; He was shot in the right leg, but he didn't hurt the bone.

He sat up from the ground and stared at the corpses for a long time before he cried out "wow".

This young man's name is Zhang Dabiao, he is twenty-one years old this year, he has not been very talkative since he was a child, and in the words of the villagers, he is the type who can't beat a fart with three sticks.

Zhang Dabiao's mother died early, it was his father who pulled him to grow up, and when the Chinese New Year was about to be able to eat a good meal during the New Year, he went up the mountain to set wild boars alone, but was besieged by four wild boars and was bitten to death on the spot.

After a while, Zhang Dabiao got up from the ground in a daze and stumbled into the distance......