Chapter 353: I Can't Bear It

The sharp soldier Mo Xiaosheng, with his back close to the cave wall, had just taken a step forward when he heard a strange sound coming from the cave. The voice was low, but Mo Xiaosheng could still tell that it was a strange laugh and a scream.

He made a gesture of concealed advance behind him, and Xue Wu, Lian Hai, and Tie Ying behind him continued to maintain an offensive formation, clinging to the cave wall, crossing each other to cover each other.

There was a bright light coming from the front, and the sound of strange laughter, the sound of hitting the flesh and the screams of the woman became clearer and clearer, mixed with the invective of the eight grid tooth road.

Japanese, Mo Xiaosheng guessed the identity of the abuser with great certainty. But who is the terrible woman's scream? Mo Xiaosheng was quite puzzled.

"I'll be your grandmother, let me come." A voice with a northeastern accent yelled and the sound of chains colliding.

The voice is very familiar, but Mo Xiaosheng couldn't think of whose voice it was for a while? But the sound of the chain colliding Mo Xiaosheng could imagine that this person was tied by the chain chain, and the sound came from the sound of the chain when he was struggling.

"This is a secret prison for the Japanese army?" A thought flashed in Mo Xiaosheng's mind.

No matter what it is, Mo Xiaosheng will eradicate it. Mo Xiaosheng's face was cold, and his heart was full of resentment.

At last, I could see everything clearly, and the cave suddenly grew larger, three meters high, and the radius was the size of a football field. The four sides are full of horse lanterns, and the whole area is bright.

A dozen Japanese in training uniforms, gathered around a makeshift ring, laughed strangely contented from time to time.

In the ring is a woman with her hands and legs connected by a rope, and the length of the rope between the woman's hands and legs is about a foot. Opposite the woman was a shirtless Japanese man who was attacking her violently. Although the woman struggled to resist the counterattack, her hands and feet were restrained by the rope, and she could only be beaten passively.

The fists and kicks hit the woman's body, making a "poof" sound, and the muffled snort of the woman when she was hit. Blood splattered from the woman's nose and mouth under the blow of the Japanese.

On a wooden post next to the ring, a little devil is punching a woman, using her as a punching bag. The screams came from the woman's mouth.

There were also more than a dozen Chinese, chained to the cave walls on both sides, all unkempt, and some were dying.

"I am a little devil who worships your ancestors for eighteen days, and you have the ability to come to grandpa, what kind of thing is it to bully a woman." A man locked to the wall of the cave, struggling and yelling.

The man's face had been completely deformed, the corner of his left eye was cracked and swollen, and blood was dripping from his mouth and nose. Although his voice was familiar to Mo Xiaosheng, he couldn't recognize who he was anyway.

Mo Xiaosheng made a gesture to prepare for battle, and after Xue Wu, Tie Ying, and Lian Hai were in their respective positions and ready for battle, Mo Xiaosheng shouted: "Lian Hai Tie Ying blocked both sides, don't let them get weapons, fight." ”

When Mo Xiaosheng entered the cave, he found that more than a dozen MP40* and sabers were neatly placed on both sides of the cave wall.

Four guns fired at the same time, throwing down four or five little devils in an instant.

Gunshots rang out, and the remaining little devils quickly dispersed, revealing their well-trained characteristics. Scattered little devils, or pounce on the enemy who stores their weapons, or roll on the spot to find cover.

A few little devils who pounced on the weapon were killed by Tie Ying and Lian Hailian, and those who were not killed also hurriedly found a place to hide.

Mo Xiaosheng and the other four strode forward without any taboos, and found that the little devil with an outcrop was a shot.

"Cowardly Chinese, it is the soldiers who should lay down their arms and solve problems with us in a samurai way, instead of dueling with us when we have no weapons." A Japanese man screamed.

"I'm angry with your fucking samurai spirit, where is your fucking dance zeitgeist when you face unarmed Chinese?" Tie Ying was indignant and shouted and cursed.

After being silent for a few seconds, the two little devils suddenly jumped out of their hiding place, screaming and rushing towards Mo Xiaosheng and them.

The four guns fired at the same time again, and the two little devils were suddenly beaten into a sieve.

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor! Long live the spirit of bushido! A little devil shouted.

Five little devils, with fierce eyes in their eyes, holding wooden sticks and bamboo knives for training, jumped out of the ring frantically, and kept shouting.

"I'll let your mother's emperor live it, and I'll let your mother's bushido spirit live it." Lian Hai scolded angrily and pulled the trigger. The two little devils were knocked down, and the remaining four stopped.

"Lay down your arms! Disarm and don't kill. Mo Xiaosheng glared at the little devil angrily, he couldn't violate his principles, this was also his ultimatum.

"We, the great Japanese samurai, will not succumb to the cowardly Shina people. Kill! The little devil with a bamboo knife in his hand, staring at the beast-like eyes fiercely, was already crazy.

Mo Xiaosheng shook his head and turned to the side, Lian Hai Tieying shot an angry bullet, and the three little devils could only continue to shout in the underworld Long live their emperor, long live the spirit of bushido.

"Mo Xiaosheng, quickly put down Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu is Hu Sandao. Dog, I didn't expect Lao Tzu to live to see you. The man whose face was distorted by the beating screamed.

"Hu Sandao, your grandmother's, why was she beaten like this bear? I'm afraid your mother won't recognize you. "Mo Xiaosheng used * to open the iron lock." Xue Wu Tieying was responsible for saving people and counting the spoils of war in Lianhai. "Turn back to Xue Wu and give them a task.

Hu Sandao wiped the blood on his face, picked up a saber, and slashed at the body of a slightly fat little devil: "My day your grandmother's samurai, my day your grandmother's fair duel, my day your grandmother's human beating experiment." ”

Xue Wu frowned: "It's almost, he's dead." ”

Xue Wu is not sympathetic to the little devil, in the traditional concept of the Chinese, the dead are great, and all grievances when people die also disappear.

"Human percussion experiments." Mo Xiaosheng asked sensitively.

Hu Sandao threw the saber and sat on the ground, panting like a cow: "This group of deflated calves is using us as a living human beating experiment." ”

"Tell me more." Mo Xiaosheng asked.

"Grandma's, I'm starving, I'll stutter first, let me slow down, the water and rice haven't been stained for two days." Hu Sandao was very weak and didn't want to say anything.

"Instructor, fifteen little devils have been eliminated, two Type 97 sniper rifles with sniper scopes and two high-magnification binoculars have been captured. Fifteen MP40*, fifteen sabers, four boxes of bullets, two boxes of melons*, and two boxes of imp uniforms. A radio station. Instructor, we're sending it. Lian Hai handed Mo Xiaosheng a Type 97 sniper rifle and reported excitedly.

"Nothing left, take it all." Mo Xiaosheng took it* and took a look, put it beside him, and continued to bandage Hu Sandao's wound without showing an excited expression.

"What's going on?" Ouyang Hongxue and Shentu Mark rushed into the cave with the warriors, and the scene in front of them made her stunned.

"Instructor, this woman can't come, come and take a look." Xue Wu cried out sadly.