At the same time that the construction in the northwest was in full swing, a bloody incident that shocked the whole world also occurred in the occupied area of the northeast at this time, and it was also the first massacre of fascist militarism in the Republic of China to exterminate humanity.

The cause of the incident was the night of September 15, the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival. More than 1,200 people of the Fengtian Anti-Japanese People's Self-Defense Army led by Liang Jufu attacked Fushun through Pingdingshan Village, burned down the Japanese army's warehouses, factories, police stations, offices, etc., in Pingdingshan, and then marched to Donggang, Laohutai, Yangbaibao, Dongxiang and Guchengzi, and on the way attacked the Japanese Yangbaibao charcoal mining station, executed the director of the charcoal mining station, Watanabe Kanichi, killed seven or eight Japanese including the head of the self-defense regiment, Hirashima Zensaku, and set fire to the charcoal mining station. In view of the fact that the anti-Japanese forces passed through Pingdingshan Village on the outskirts of Fushun, and no one reported the residents here, the Japanese garrison in Fushun determined that the residents here were "bandits", so they decided to retaliate by massacre.

"Oh......." Seven or eight-year-old Mo Desheng snatched off the pants of the tiger dun next door, revealing the white belly and the peeing gadget in front of him, Mo Desheng shouted as if he had won a battle, and ran forward with a red face with excitement, and his feet creaked on the fallen leaves on the shabby ground.

"Don't run away with the dog's victory!" Hudun lifted his trousers and chased after the fleeing Mo Desheng in anger amid the laughter of children.

"Caught, caught!"

The two children were in a chase, and when Hudun and Mo Desheng were scuffling, they saw that the cars of the brigade under the hill were driving towards the head of the village, and they were all carrying a cart full of Japanese soldiers, all wearing steel helmets and carrying bright bayonets. The aura of slaughter came to his face.

"The devil is coming, the devil is coming!" The children who were playing were suddenly startled, and they scattered as birds and beasts and ran home.

"Oh no, no, the devil soldiers are coming to the village." A group of seven or eight-year-old children each ran home to inform the adults.

"Don't shout, close the door. Don't go out today! The middle-aged woman dragged Mordsheng into the house and told his mother to watch over him.

The other villagers in Pingdingshan Village reacted like Mo Desheng's family, closing their doors. But that doesn't stop the aggressor's wrath. After noon, the Japanese troops of the brigade drove into Pingdingshan Village.

Bang, bang, bang! The Japanese soldiers brutally kicked the door and called the villagers out of the house from house to house, and in the middle of the middle, Mo Desheng's father said that this was his family and did not want to go out. Immediately beaten by several Japanese soldiers, he received a rifle butt on his head, his eyebrow bones, and his forehead were swollen to the height. The woman and her children were kicked out of the house crying and crying. When I walked out, I saw that many other acquaintances next door or so were also beaten.

"Hurry up, the guerrillas have attacked the Imperial Army, kill everyone, go out to the Imperial Army to protect you." The Japanese soldiers who took the lead drove the people to the grass in the south of the village in a half-baked northeast accent.

When the family arrived at the meadow, 16,700 people had already been driven to the meadow. In addition, there was a steady stream of Japanese soldiers rushing to this side with crying villagers.

"Oh no, the Oriental devils have burned the house!" Someone in the crowd suddenly screamed. Countless people looked back. I saw fireworks rising into the sky from the north.

"Dad, our house was burned." Mo Desheng's mother held her youngest daughter in one hand, and pulled her husband next to her with the other hand and said with a crying voice.

It was beating people again, burning houses again, and the brutal actions of the Japanese army made everyone present feel bad in their hearts.

There was a cry at the scene, and it didn't take long. People from several villages near the town were all driven to the clearing. The Japanese troops in the brigade drove the villagers to the middle. On the north side was a drawn barbed wire fence, and on the east side were six unclear objects, covered with red cloth, and the remaining two sides were full of Japanese soldiers with bayonets.

"These people secretly communicated with the guerrillas, and directly caused the empire to suffer heavy losses. All of them are damned. Kawakami Seiki looked hideous, slowly pulled out his saber and slowly pressed it down. The Japanese soldier smirked and lifted the red cloth, revealing a machine gun inside.

"It's not good, the devil is going to kill us all!" Immediately, everyone reacted, and some villagers screamed in horror.

Da ............. heavy machine guns on the side roared, and cold bullets burst out of their chambers and fired at the unarmed villagers. Screams, weak cries.

But the machine guns had already fired, and in this case, no one was able to pull them out of the cold cave.

"You can't let the devil kill you in vain, everyone rushes this way, how much can you run out?" At this time, someone shouted loudly and took the lead to rush south. Mo Desheng watched blankly as the person in front of him kept falling to the ground, and the thin cotton clothes and pants on his body were still smoking after being shot. The convulsions were painful, and it didn't take long for him to be silent. His parents had already fallen, and Mo Desheng was completely blinded at this time, and he didn't know who in the crowd had pulled him, and fled to the southeast together. Nala's men later fell under the guns of the Japanese as well. Constantly people were swept and killed, and finally some people broke through the Japanese barrier and fled in all directions.

Kawakami Seichi was angry and led his troops to pursue, at this time Japan had not withdrawn from the League of Nations, and once such a massacre spread, he could not hold on to a garrison squadron leader.

Fleeing villagers were constantly being killed by the Japanese soldiers who caught up. Small, he hid in a small pit in the sorghum and avoided the pursuing Japanese troops. But he still can't let go of his parents in his heart, and there are several other children like him. When the Japanese pursuers ran away, Mo Desheng ran back to the scene of the massacre, and there were corpses all over the ground, and occasionally a few people who were not dead fell to the ground moaning, and their faces were covered with blood.

"Mom, sister, sister, father, grandfather......" Mo Desheng found his relatives one by one in the pile of dead, as did several other children. Mo Desheng opened his mother who was lying on the ground, her body was covered in blood, and she had no breath. Mo Desheng's throat was dry and hoarse, the whole person was wooden, and even the whole person forgot to cry, but he was panicked in his heart, helpless and lonely to the extreme, as if the whole world above his head was about to collapse.

"Oh no, the devil is back, run!" At this time, I don't know who shouted again.

Stay alive! Mo Desheng only had one such thought in his heart at this time. Glancing at his relatives who had been silent, Mo Desheng returned to the sorghum ground. Most of the other children fled again. Only Hudun was still in place holding his mother, who had not yet died, and he was crying and screaming.

"Hudun, ghost, the devil is coming back, you go quickly!" The woman weakly pushed the tiger pier.

"No, I want to be with my mother." In the cry of Hudun, the Japanese army had approached. The Japanese soldier who took the lead had already rushed up with a smirk and stepped on the tiger pier to the ground, picked up his bayonet and stabbed it.

"Tiger Dun!" The woman screamed heartbreakingly, watching the dangling bayonet stab into Hudun's weak body, looking at the fear, helplessness, and attachment to his mother on Hudun's face. The woman crawled frantically on the ground towards the tiger mound, whose eyes had lost their sparkle.

The Japanese soldier drew a bloody bayonet and stabbed the woman again, and the woman reached out and grabbed the sharp bayonet with the palm of her hand. The Japanese army pumped a few times, but they didn't move. Burst! There was another dull sound of a sharp knife entering the body, and the tip of the bayonet peeked through the woman's chest, and the woman's vitality quickly faded. But a pair of blood-red stuns were still wide-opened, glaring angrily at the Japanese soldier Watanabe Ichiro in front of him.

Watanabe Ichiro avoided the cold gaze, and the bayonet twitched a few more times, and when it was finally withdrawn, the woman's fingers fell to the ground with a broken brush......... (To be continued.) )