People in these years believe in this, and the Japanese themselves believe in it. For the first time, the soldiers who had the pain of aggression did not need to make a noise at all, and rushed forward one by one with their eyes blazing fire, and stabbed to death the struggling Japanese soldiers with bayonets one by one. A few of them were a little more brutal, and even cut off the human head alive with a knife!

Yang Hao calmed down and gave them a chill over their rough style, which meant that he was bold enough. If you come over as a scholar, you can probably spit out bile on the spot.

The recruits worked in squads and carried machine guns to surround the fleeing cavalry. In such a terrible environment, the cavalry speed could not run at all. They did not have a full understanding of machine guns, and many of them hesitated, and were swept to the ground by sudden bullets a few hundred meters away.

Yang Hao led the guard platoon and the remaining soldiers around the burning village and came to the villagers who were killed in the north.

Yang Hao saw the ferocity of the Japanese army for the first time, and countless movies and written descriptions were not as good as seeing them with his own eyes. His heart was stabbed fiercely, and his teeth rattled.

Without avoiding the tragic death of those old men, he forced himself to widen his eyes and see this clearly. The original attitude with a hint of game in my heart is gone at this time.

War means disaster. Compared to the soldiers, the defenseless civilians are more innocent and desolate than the soldiers who face life and death. Whatever the reason for the Japanese army's unconscionable deeds, all those who support them must be severely punished. None can be forgiven!

At the same time, he became more aware of the terrible collateral damage that the flames of war would bring to his doorstep. From now on, this will never happen again!

Some young people who joined the army from nearby towns and villages came to see the fate of the villagers they knew or heard of like this, and they were not only angry, but also hated their own incompetence. Some of them with slightly weaker personalities knelt on the ground and wept bitterly.

Yang Hao shouted: "Take a good look at it!" That's what the brutal Japanese army did, and we didn't fight hard. As long as they come to our land. There will be more such tragedies! Today, there are only a few hundred devils, or if we are strictly guarded, there will be so many innocent victims. Where we don't? More enemies rushed in and ravaged the land, thousands of compatriots. There will be such a threat! Remember their innocent looks. That's why you're fighting! ”

"Kill! Kill! Kill all the little devils! Brute. Pigs and dogs are not as good! ”

A bitter curse squeezed out of the young man's throat, and they looked back at the battlefield on the south side. Full of bloodthirsty desires.

Yang Hao asked the reporters accompanying the army to come over and take photos and films of the entire scene, which are the most direct and effective evidence to accuse the murderous enemy and alert the numb people.

He has no intention of blaming civilians who are always lucky, who always think that there is a loophole to exploit, who always thinks that they will be the exception. That kind of national character, which is deeply rooted in the bone marrow, cannot be changed at all in a short period of time. It is a subconscious that is rooted in culture, constantly strengthened and distorted from generation to generation on a thousand-year basis, and has almost completely worn out the resistance and vigilance under the rule of the foolish people who are "cruel inside and cruel outside" in successive dynasties.

This is not some kind of bloodline or wolf nature, but it is basically the class that occupies the upper echelons of domination and discourse, and in order to consolidate their position and privileges, they do not hesitate to pull the whole nation down infinitely towards ignorance and servitude.

Under their continuous reinforcement for thousands of years, they have finally turned the great nation that was originally full of creative power and will to fight into a group of foolish people who can only see three feet around them, do not care about the outside world at all, and refuse to look into the distance.

The people who created this set of rules have become dead bones in the grave, but their legacy is harming generations of Chinese. Now, it is precisely that group of people who gather on the heads of the people, knocking on the bones and sucking the marrow, and acting as a blessing. Externally servile and humiliating, internally tyrannical, oppressive and abused.

These people must use the flame of revolution to completely burn them to ashes and sweep them into the garbage heap of history. And the grass must be cut down to the roots, so that they never have a chance to make a comeback.

Yang Hao is not a born revolutionary, he is just learning how to be a revolutionary. A belly full of theories is not as good as today's bloody lesson.

In the past 20 years, the life experience of the past 20 years, everything in the world that I have heard and witnessed, but today it has begun to transform with a hurricane-like spiritual baptism. In the past, he may have been just a reckless teenager who was bold and fearless, not bound by rules and regulations, and no matter how strict the consequences were.

Now, he has begun to transform the wildness in his blood into a sense of resistance to the darkness of the whole world.

More troops rushed over, stood in front of the victims, took off their steel helmets, and watched silently.

Including those veterans who had fought several battles on the battlefield of Goryeo, they were also silent at the moment. The people in front of them are no different from the villagers in their village.

Today, if it were not for their fighting, perhaps tomorrow, the same tragedy, a catastrophe ten times more brutal, would befall the immediate relatives.

If no one calls, most of them, at most, will silently wipe away their tears, bury their loved ones, and continue to endure after finding that there is no hope of fighting alone. This is also what countless Chinese have done or are doing.

For thousands of years, the scholars who dared to speak up were all pitted by them, and the knights who made a promise of life and death were killed by them, and the world was peaceful and peaceful. The silence of the group will eventually lead to the demise of the entire nation. Those who don't want to go that far can only rise up and fight to the death!

Kill them all! Kill them all! Revenge, revenge!

The same heart, the same oath, the same shout, quickly spread across the battlefield at this moment.

Kimura Aritsunakasa, who was organizing an attack on the other side of the river, saw the rising fireworks from a distance, and said with a relaxed smile: "Has that guy from Akiyama already started to act?" Sure enough, it's still such a flamboyant temperament! I really don't know how so many people can see him as an example of the Imperial soldiers. Hmph, a guy with no discipline at all! ”

The ensuing fierce explosion made Kimura Yuheng worry for a while, and hurriedly stepped up his feint attack on the other side of the river, intending to attract enough firepower to divert the attention of the opposite side.

Until, the fierce sound of machine guns and grenade explosions, and the familiar howls that suddenly began and quickly disappeared, gradually stopped. There was only a slight commotion on the opposing side, but the defense did not relax in the slightest, and he suddenly realized that something was wrong!

Ten minutes later, a bloodied cavalryman ran back, his face as if he had been brushed with white ash, and nervously muttered: "Dead! They're all dead! Devils, they are all devils! ”

Two soldiers rushed up to drag him down, and Kimura Yuheng stepped forward and grabbed him by the shoulder, shook him vigorously, and yelled: "Bastard, make your words clear!" Who died anyway? What happened to Akiyama Shaosa?! ”

The cavalryman's eyes were full of terror, and his whole body trembled like chaff, and he screamed like a wolf: "They are all killed!" Akiyama Shaosa is also broken! ”

"Impossible!"

Kimura Youheng angrily pushed him away, his eyelids fluttered, and he shouted frantically: "An elite cavalry brigade like Akiyama Shaoza, even if it encounters thousands of enemies, it can easily break through!" Even if you can't break through, you can maneuver to avoid it. Who can kill him? You must be lying! ”

He wanted to continue to pry the deserter, but he saw a stream of blood coming out of the man's chest, his eyes rolling, and his mouth gurgling and spitting out cloudy foam. A few convulsions, dead!

"Yaga! Bastard! Damn it! ”

Kimura Yutsune kicked the corpse, his chest was sharply bullied, he was panting heavily, his eyes looked across the river, and a vague sense of foreboding welled up in his heart.

"Could it be that there really are a lot of terrible enemies hiding over there? What was the culprit behind the rout of the cavalry during the artillery bombardment? If Akiyama Shaosa is really dead, it will be a great loss for the Imperial Army! ”

Soon, a series of bad news completely shattered Kimura's beliefs.

The sporadic fleeing cavalry all stated the same thing - the enemy had killed all the charging cavalry with a terrible barrage of bullets. To make matters worse, their heads were cut off, and now there were no less than a thousand defenders building new fortifications there. If you want to break through with a surprise attack, it will become extremely difficult.

"Na mud? Chop off the head?! How can the hateful Qingguo people do such a thing! Don't they know that in the war, it is also necessary to preserve a little bit of samurai decency? ”

Kimura Yuheng is angry. He felt that there was no force in the world more hateful and shameless than the guy in front of him. Such a desecration of the remains of a soldier is truly inhumane.

But in his heart, he didn't take seriously the same statement, the violent acts of those people in Akiyama Yoshiko, who killed many innocent civilians. This is the way of thinking of the Japanese, they should be forgiven for doing any bad things, and they will feel that they have been greatly wronged by the slightest act of retaliation or punishment by others.

Worse things soon followed.

Half an hour later, there was a loud cry from across the river: "Little devils, go on your darling!" ”

Immediately afterward, I saw black balls being thrown high and flying crookedly.

Some flew closer and landed in the middle of the river, while others crossed two hundred meters and landed directly on the opposite bank.

At first, the Japanese thought it was some explosives and hurriedly dodged it. But after waiting for a long time, there was no movement, and I had the courage to go over and take a look, and I saw that there were human heads!

One of the heads, wrapped in a red-dyed military uniform, with a handsome face and a look of surprise on his face, was undoubtedly none other than Akiyama Yoshiko, who was regarded as a model for Japanese soldiers!

Kimura Youheng held his head in both hands, knelt on the ground, stared at it for a long time with round eyes, and suddenly looked up to the sky and let out a terrible howl: "Akiyama! Shaozuo! ”

He turned his head sharply to look ahead, still flying out of the trenches one after another, and howled hysterically: "Assault! Rush over and kill them all! (To be continued......)

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