Several bandits glanced at the big house with a courtyard, and when they saw the wooden door that had been kicked and broken, they thought that it had been visited, and there should be nothing left, so they did not come in to check it, but walked through it with a smile.

It wasn't until all the bandits disappeared that the young man slowly got up and took his rifle back from the window.

"Big brother......" The mother looked at the young man in front of her with tears in her eyes, her voice choked again, she wanted to say something to the young man to thank him, but was rudely interrupted by the young man again.

"Don't call me big brother, my surname is He, auntie, we are relatives, you have forgotten if you haven't moved around for so long?" The young man whispered, but his gaze did not take his eyes off the window.

"Your surname is He? You are...... Wen Chang's daughter seemed to remember something, and couldn't help but scream in surprise.

"Eldest sister, whisper" The young man who called He Wenchang glared at the young girl with some annoyance, and the girl immediately realized the danger, and couldn't help blushing, and covered her mouth with her hand.

"It turned out to be Xiao Yunqing...... "Mother was also very surprised, "I haven't seen you for many years, you have grown so big......"

He Wenchang waved his hand, indicating that it was not the time to catch up with the past, he looked at the corpse of his distant uncle who was lying on the ground with blood all over his face, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, he took a piece of clothing, knelt beside the corpse, carefully covered the corpse, and then kowtowed three times.

"Uncle, I'm a step too late, I can't save you from being old, I'm sorry. I'm going to take my aunt and eldest sister away, I'll take care of them, uncle, don't worry......"

Hearing He Wenchang's words, the mother and daughter burst into tears again.

He Wenchang got up and pulled the mother and daughter together, motioning for them to go through the back door, he held a rifle, vigilantly observed the surrounding situation behind them, and covered the mother and daughter to leave quietly.

At this time, the brutality of the bandits continued, and many of the houses in the village began to burn, and although the sun had not yet fully risen, the blazing fire had already turned the river red......

When night fell again, the sky gradually became dark, and the twilight on the plains came late but quickly, and in an instant the darkness covered the land, and the fields became dark.

At this time, the sky above another village was also dyed red by the blazing firelight, and bands of bandits were lighting bonfires with stolen and tattered furniture door panels, reflecting the hellish village red

The bandits sat around the piles of bonfires, giggling and eating the chickens, geese, pigs and sheep that had returned from the robbery, and the smell of meat was overflowing for a while.

The people of the village, who had been hungry for a day, were now locked up in the largest house in the village, smelling the scent of the livestock they had worked so hard to raise, but they were starving......

The children were crying out with hunger, but what could the adults do? In addition to enduring hunger, adults also have to worry about the safety of their loved ones at home. Especially those families whose families have women who have been pulled out, at this time they are even more worried about their stomachs and intestines.

Of course, they knew that it was nothing good for them to be pulled out by the bandits, not to mention that they themselves could not be safeguarded, and they didn't know if they would have their lives tomorrow, but they still couldn't help but worry about their wives and daughters.

And at this time, they did not know what kind of torture their wives and daughters were suffering.

By the campfire, the bandits laughed, untied the bells hanging from the horses one by one, and then drove the women they had ruined naked and tied huge brass bells to their breasts

The bandits forced them with their bayonet rifles, hammered them on their backs with the butts of their guns, and told them to walk around .........the campfires.

Under the ravages of the bandits, they couldn't help but go, but as soon as they walked, a pair of breasts shrugged and jumped, and the copper bowl hanging on the breasts shook and made a strange sound.

"Ringling...... Bell ...... Bell bell ......"

The brass bells rang one after another, and if the two bells stopped ringing, the body of the woman would be stabbed with bayonets by the bandits, and she would cry miserably because of the pain......

The more the cry became, the more the brass bell rang, for no one wanted to be killed by a bayonet, so he had to walk desperately to the laughter of the bandits......

In their hearts, there was no shame for a long time, it had been completely replaced by fear, they were afraid of death, and they were afraid of being stabbed to death with bayonets like this......

Now they have been numbed by the bandits' yin wei for an afternoon, and they can only blame themselves for being born in this place by mistake, so that they cannot be effectively protected by their own government

They dragged their tired bodies and kept running and jumping......

The bell continued to ring......

Of course, there were also a few women with strong temperaments who couldn't stand it anymore, and threw themselves into the bonfire as soon as they turned around, letting the raging fire wash away their shame......

It may be that the bandits are tired of playing, so they no longer drive the women, but each of them stepped forward and hugged the sweaty women, and fell on the grass next to the bonfire......

However, one of their feet can stop, but a certain part of their flesh cannot stop, and the bandits take turns to vent the most primitive and savage ** on their bodies, and the animalistic attack teaches them to fall into another kind of horror......

The bandits were smiling and destroying them, but the women didn't even have time to catch their breath

It was as if the bandits were playing a game, a game of human life, because for them they were so accustomed to it that they did not have even the slightest humanity

They are killing people today because they don't know who will be killed tomorrow, and as long as this war continues, they will kill or be killed, so they have to enjoy this game that is considered inhumane in times of peace

Fire, red fire, rising smoke, swept over the poor village.

The blood, the red blood, clotted down and turned into a black mass.

The land fed the people, but now the people are slowly turning into the dirt, and what they have taken in the course of their lives from nature is returned to the silent earth free of charge.

The kind people, they live and breathe on this land, but they are all like scattered sand, and they are killed by the brutal bandits at will......

They weren't wrong, what was wrong was that they were too kind

Unbeknownst to them, they would soon see another killing

On a hillside in the distance, a small group of soldiers in gray-black uniforms and carrying strangely shaped guns were crouching there, and a man who looked like an officer held a telescope and looked at the bonfire in the distance and the miserable scene that was happening around it, the muscles on his face trembled slightly, and his hands trembled a little.

Not far from them, the bodies of several bandits lay impressively.

"Let's do it," said a soldier beside him in a thick Hunan accent, and he watched the tragedy, his hair standing on end for a while, and his eyes were about to split.

"Wait a little longer." The officer commanded in a somewhat hoarse voice, his accent indicating that he was also from Hunan, "They have many more people than we do, and we must be completely unprepared." ”

The officer, still holding his binoculars, carefully observed the situation ahead, and after a while, seeing that the bandits were completely immersed in their game, he made a decisive gesture and gave the order to fight. …,

Soon, all the warriors disappeared into the night.

Not long after, the strange "Da Da Da" gunshots rang out from all directions

He Wenchang, who fled into the woods with the mother and daughter, suddenly stopped, and the mother and daughter watched his movements in surprise and stopped running.

He Wenchang looked back at the already burning village in the distance, pricked up his ears and listened carefully, a trace of doubt appeared on his face.

"What's wrong? Yunqing? The girl asked, a little frightened.

"What the fuck is this gun? The movement is so strange. He Wenchang muttered to himself, waved his hand to the girl, and signaled that it didn't matter.

"How is it possible to have so many machine guns?"

He Wenchang listened for a while, and soon, the strange and rapid gunfire subsided little by little, He Wenchang shook his head, did not say anything, but continued to run forward with the mother and daughter.

"Boss, it's all cleaned up."

Peng Qingzhong lowered the new submachine gun that was still smoking in his hand and nodded expressionlessly.

At this time, in front of him, there were corpses of bandits everywhere.

In the pile of corpses, there was a faint moaning of the seriously wounded bandits who did not have their breath, and instead of the commandos moving their hands, some villagers heard the moanings, some took wooden sticks, some took bayonets, walked up to the wounded bandits, or hit or stab, and unceremoniously killed the other party.

There was a faint cry not far away, and Gu Qingzhong unconsciously followed the voice, and he saw several naked women crying there, and a girl holding a bayonet mechanically stabbed the crotch of a bandit corpse beside her, although the splatters of blood splashed on her face from time to time, she seemed to be unconscious, just repeating her movements indifferently. That was until a villager came to clothe her and snatched the bayonet from her hand.

Seeing this scene, Peng Qingzhong's heart was stabbed again, and the submachine gun in his hand was unconsciously raised again, as if he wanted to find a target to shoot.

"Huaihua, are you okay? A slightly injured officer noticed Peng Qingzhong's face and asked with concern.

Peng Qingzhong shook his head, sighed, and lowered the new submachine gun in his hand again.

"We killed this time, but I'm afraid it won't be easy to explain when we go back." The officer shook the new submachine gun of the same model in his hand and smiled bitterly, "We robbed the arsenal this time and stole these many 'fire dragon poles' to kill all sides, Xiao Yang knows, it's no wonder if he is not mad." ”

"He Xiaoyang is not sending troops now, so we will urge him to send troops with practical actions. I don't believe him Xiao Yang can still sit still after seeing this. Peng Qingzhong looked at the corpses of the bandits around him and said viciously, "This 'fire dragon pole' is a new gun that has just been developed anyway, so it should be tested." ”

Peng Qingzhong was born in Xiangtan, Hunan Province in 1898, and only studied for two years in his childhood. Peng Qing is neutral like fire, evil like hatred, at the age of 15, he participated in the hungry people's food grabbing, was wanted by the government, and then left his hometown, in 1915 he joined the Jiangxi army as a soldier, and entered the Jiangxi army night school founded by Yang Shuoming to study, graduated with excellent grades, and became a logistics officer of the Jiangxi army.

Peng Qingzhong was born in the lower class, cared about the people's welfare, often used his military salary to help his comrades-in-arms and poor families in difficulty, and secretly organized the "Poverty Relief Association" in the army and became its president. As an officer born in Hunan, Peng Qingzhong has always been very concerned about the situation in his hometown, after Hunan fell into an unprecedented warlord war, Peng Qingzhong learned about the tragedy in his hometown from the newspaper and Hunan students, and he was angry to death, he wrote to Shangfeng many times, asking the Jiangxi army to send troops to help the military and civilians of Hunan Province to expel Zhang Jingyao and Tang Tianxi, but there has been no response (after all, he is only an officer in charge of logistics). …,

After learning that the war in his hometown was intensifying, Peng Qingzhong decided not to wait any longer, he secretly contacted the Hunan children who participated in the "Poverty Relief Association", secretly organized a commando team, and after stealing a large amount of ordnance and ammunition from the arsenal one night, he infiltrated Hunan and began to fight against Zhang Tang's bandits.

Because he has served in the Jiangxi army for many years, Peng Qingzhong has a deep affection for the Jiangxi army formed by the "high-tech warlord" Yang Shuoming, which is completely different from other local troops in China. In order not to affect the military operations of the Jiangxi army, he did not have the idea of fighting the equipment in the armory, but took advantage of his position to steal from the arsenal the newly developed new "flower machine" submachine gun (not the historical German "flower machine") and a considerable number of general-purpose machine guns from the arsenal as the equipment of the commando.

The "Flower Machine" submachine gun is a new type of submachine gun designed by Ding Ning, a firearms designer of the "Renhe" company, because the barrel has a mesh heat dissipation canister, and the same as the German MP18 submachine gun, it is also known as the "Flower Machine", because of its powerful firepower, it is also called the "Fire Dragon Pole", which means that the fire is like the fire dragon spitting fire.

The German army in the European theater was inspired by the Chinese army's "fifty-shot bead box gun", developed and equipped a large number of MP18 submachine guns, this submachine gun called "flower organ" by the Chinese played a huge role on the battlefield, posed a great threat to the Allied army, influenced by the German submachine gun, Chinese firearms designers also noticed the shortcomings of the "fifty-shot bead box gun" that had been used as a single self-defense weapon on the battlefield, and also began to develop a real submachine gun, the Chinese version of the "flower machine". Hence the birth.

The shape of the Chinese "Flower Machine" submachine gun is somewhat similar to the German MP18 submachine gun, but there are big differences, the Chinese "Flower Machine" gun shape is stronger and heavier, and it is also larger. The gun has a total length of 912 mm, a barrel length of 230 mm, a caliber of 9 mm, a weight of 4 kg, a rate of fire of 700 rounds per minute, a maximum range of 600 meters, an effective range of 160 meters, an arc-shaped 50-round magazine, in order to facilitate horizontal firing, the magazine is inserted on the left side of the gun, there is a sleeve-type heat pipe outside the barrel, and the butt is wooden.

In order to facilitate production to the greatest extent, the manufacture of China's "flower mechanism" adopts a large number of stamping processes, and the structure is also simplified as much as possible, in addition to the butt and trigger mount, the parts of other key parts can be directly processed from the standard round steel, square steel material or pipe, the most complex parts of the whole gun are the barrel and magazine, if there are these two parts in advance, a skilled mechanic can make a "flower mechanism" in one day.

After the successful development of China's "flower organs" were tested, they were well received by the officers and men of Jiangxi, so Yang Shuoming decided to equip a large number of them, but due to the limited production capacity at present and the fact that the arsenals had already received a notice to give priority to the production of general-purpose machine guns, the first batch of "flower organs" were produced, because the number was only 300, so they were not immediately equipped with the troops.

But no one expected that a group of Sanxiang soldiers would steal these new submachine guns first and take them back to their hometown.

"When this battle is over, I will personally go to General Xiao Yang to ask for guilt, everything is my alone, and it has nothing to do with the brothers, if you want to kill him, you can do whatever he wants." Peng Qingzhong didn't want his comrades-in-arms to worry about the future future, so he said loudly.

"Huaihua, if you say this, you will see the outside." Listening to Peng Qingzhong's words, the officer's eyes were a little moist, "As long as the mother can kill Zhang Jingyao and Tang Tianxi, the two bastards, Lao Tzu will be willing to die."

"Tell the villagers to hide in the mountains." Peng Qingzhong sniffed, held back the tears in his eyes, and said calmly, "Let the brothers pack up and prepare to go." ”

The officer nodded, turned to leave, Peng Qingzhong sat down to sort out the equipment on his body, he checked the magazine on his body, sighed, put his beloved "Fire Dragon Pole" submachine gun on his back, and picked up a rifle captured from the bandits.

Although the firepower of the "flower machine" is fierce, the ammunition consumption is also very large, and Peng Qingzhong has already given an order to everyone to use the guns and ammunition taken from the enemy as much as possible unless it is a critical moment.

At this moment, several old men and a group of young people walked over quickly.

Seeing them coming, Peng Qingzhong stood up, and the gray-haired old man came to him and knelt down suddenly, and the young people behind the old people also knelt down.

Peng Qingzhong was taken aback, and was about to reach out to help the old man up, but the old man pushed his hand away and knocked his head three times.

"Mr. Peng, please take these dolls and go to beat Zhang Jingyao and Tang Bai's face" ......,