The ground was littered with corpses, and rivers of blood flowed.

The corpses of the Japanese puppet army and the corpses of those ordinary people were entangled and shocking.

There were a small number of fleeing Japanese puppet troops running wildly, and there were eight routes following the pursuit, and the gunfire was scattered, and it was obvious that it could not hold out for long.

In the group of corpses, the injured were screaming, some people were holding the corpses of their families and crying, they were extremely sad, Han Xiaolei Ding Shan and some soldiers from the Eighth Route looked at this scene, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

They didn't shoot these people themselves, but these people definitely died because of them.

It's a whole different feeling than killing an enemy in battle, stabbing a devil in the chest with a bayonet makes them feel like a hero, a hero who stands up to the sky, and now, they feel like a sinner.

Then everyone glared viciously ahead, and Lu Yuanzheng walked out with hundreds of soldiers from the reinforced battalion.

The faces of many soldiers were extremely ugly, trembling like sifting chaff, but Lu Yuan still looked extremely indifferent and indifferent, as if the dead and wounded all over the ground had nothing to do with him.

"You butchers, you don't have to die......"

"Give back my brother's life, you killed him, you executioners!"

The wounded and the families of the victims were scolding Lu Yuan and the others, gritting their teeth with hatred, if it weren't for the guns in everyone's hands, they probably wouldn't have rushed up to gnaw a few pieces of meat from them.

Many of the warriors hung their heads down, not daring to look at the corpses on the ground, they did not have the courage to face all this.

"What are you doing with your heads down? Give me my head up! ”

Lu Yuan stopped, turned around and yelled, "You didn't do anything wrong, no!" They're going to die here because they deserve to die - even if we don't kill them, they'll die by the guns of the devils, not only themselves, but a lot of people! ”

When the families of the wounded and the victims heard this, they were so sad and indignant that they couldn't imagine how cold-blooded a person must be to say such inhumane words after killing so many innocent people!

"Bastard, Lao Tzu killed you......"

Han Xiaolei was the first to get out of his anger, roared and pounced, and threw a punch fiercely!

Then, his fist was clenched by Lu Yuan, as if he was clamped by iron tongs, and he couldn't move at all.

"These people can scold me because they feel that they have died unjustly, but you have no right to speak of me, because if we hadn't shot at me, the corpses on the ground would have been you!"

Lu Yuan sneered: "Not only did we bear the infamy for you, but we also saved your lives - you should be grateful to us!" ”

"Lao Tzu doesn't need you to save me, I don't need ......"

Han Xiaolei Ding Shan scolded, if someone hadn't stopped them, they would still want to rush up and fight with Lu Yuan.

"In this case, you must continue to act rashly, and you will not only kill yourself, but also your soldiers—these soldiers will follow you two in a wretch, it is their sorrow, and sooner or later, they will all be killed by you!"

Lu Yuan stared at the two of them with indifferent eyes, and then slowly looked at the wounded and the people and said in a cruel voice: "This is a war to destroy the country and the species, everyone must choose their own position, either take up arms and fight with the little devils, I respect you as a man, or pick up a gun and aim at your compatriots to become traitors and lackeys, so that even if you can't leave a name for the ages, at least you can leave a stink for 10,000 years!" ”

"The saddest thing is that you people - always thinking about being a wallhead, who wins with whom, people like you are more hateful than those traitors and lackeys! You deserve this kind of pitiful fate......"

"This war belongs to all of us in China, not to one person, and you can't expect others to help you win this war and then enjoy the fruits of victory - if you want to enjoy happiness, you have to fight it yourself, and you have to shed blood desperately; Or, like now, become cannon fodder, die like a dog, and no one will shed a tear for you! ”

Lu Yuan sneered: "Now is the time to bleed, don't expect tears to be pitiful, like you, you can only get a grain of iron peanuts!" ”

Every word he said was like a knife into the chest of the wounded people, and anger, pain, grievance, and finally turned into shame.

Because Lu Yuan's words hit their true hearts, they really felt that the death of their people was self-inflicted.

The heads of the soldiers of the Sichuan Army Independent Regiment were raised higher and higher, and all the guilt had disappeared, replaced by iron-blooded perseverance, and if there was a similar situation next time, they would not hesitate to shoot.

This is a war, and if you want to die, you will shed blood, and no matter how you die, you can't blame others.

Han Xiaolei Ding Shan stared at Lu Yuan with blood-red eyes, and he couldn't wait to eat Lu Yuan like that.

What they hate now is not because of the death of those people, what they hate is that Lu Yuan killed so many people without the slightest guilt, not only did he not say anything, but also cleverly made the black and white words, so that those people who were lucky enough not to die felt ashamed and got a certain degree of understanding.

They even saw that the soldiers under their subordinates began to think about it, as if they deeply agreed with Lu Yuan's words, which was simply a great subversion of their propaganda concept, so they doubled their anger at Lu Yuan - it's just that the benefits are taken up by you, and now you are still here to demagogue people and even gain fame, are our two regiment commanders ornaments?

Fortunately, Lu Yuan will accept it when he sees it.

"There are still some equipment and materials left in the airport warehouse, we can't finish it, if you don't want it, just burn it, don't leave it to the Japanese!"

After Lu Yuan finished speaking, he first stepped on the corpses all over the ground and left the city wall and walked out.

"Phew, don't fake it for Lao Tzu, eat meat yourself and leave some bones for Lao Tzu, is it possible that you still want Lao Tzu to be grateful to you?" Han Xiaolei scolded angrily.

Ding Shan suddenly said, "Don't you want those supplies?" Don't leave it all mine......"

"The beauty you think!"

Han Xiaolei scolded and asked the soldiers to immediately send someone to pack up the equipment.

Outside the city, mixed with gunsmoke and bloody air, Lu Yuan let out a long breath, looked up at the colorful starry sky, and all that shone in his mind were the faces of the people who were wailing in the rain of bullets.

It is actually much easier for a person to convince others, and the most difficult thing is to pass the level himself.

No matter how easily he embarrassed the people who were lucky enough not to die, let those eight-way agree, and let the soldiers of the reinforced battalion restore their belief in their own right, he couldn't pass his own level at all.

The starry sky, the earth suddenly spun violently, and then he fell straight down, like a stake that had been chopped down.