Episode 49 Blood Sacrifice

The squad leader of this squad asked the rest of the squad to stay at the door with their submachine guns themselves.

When I entered the door, I immediately smelled a strange stench. Flies are flying everywhere. The squad leader frowned and glanced at his subordinates. Based on the previous experience, this is probably another "murderous house".

Several rooms on the first floor were in shambles, the floor was full of broken glass, but there was almost nothing left. Even the furniture was gone, only one room had a large bed, no bedding and pillow mats, only the bare large bed boards, probably thrown here by the locals who could not take them.

When you go up to the second floor, the smell is even more pungent. Flies were lying all over the wall, and as soon as people came up, they "buzzed" and flew around, and the big-headed flies in the tropics were stunned and hit people's faces, and they couldn't catch up.

Now the squad leader and the soldier have understood: the owner of this house has died in his family. But they still had to confirm it, and then mark it at the door, so that the follow-up troops could collect the corpses and add these uncounted to the total number of Chinese victims.

There were several rooms upstairs, and the squad leader grabbed a submachine gun and searched from room to room, but there were no bodies. In the last room, the door was closed. The two glanced at each other and knew that it was this one.

The squad leader kicked the door open, and there was a loud "buzz" inside, which was deafening, and countless flies gushed out and hit their faces and hands, hurting like flying sand and stones. After a while, the flies became less ferocious, and the two dared to open their eyes and take a breath. But a strong rancid stench almost choked them to death. When the two of them opened their eyes, their stomachs immediately turned over and they almost vomited.

A few piles of purple-black things, crawling with white maggots, flowing all over the ground are yellow-green sap, which is already high, densely packed with flies flying, so dense that it almost blocks the view. There are six piles of these "things", two large and three small, vaguely in the shape of a human being, and each one has several long bamboo poles stuck on it.

The two soldiers stumbled downstairs as they supported each other, mouths wide open for fresh air. Then, both of them threw up against the wall.

The other soldiers of this squad saw that their faces were as white as paper and they vomited so much, and they all vaguely guessed what was going on. A few soldiers immediately rushed upstairs to see what was going on. After a while, they all came down with pale faces, and several people vomited directly.

After the soldiers of this squad entered the city, they had already seen three "murderous houses", but none of them were so miserable, and none of them had so many corpses. With six corpses, it seems that the Chinese family has been completely wiped out.

The squad leader took out chalk and wrote the word "Dian" on the wall at the door of this house, and then wrote the word "Zhengyi" next to it. This indicates that the family has all died, and the word "positive" is written to indicate the number of corpses. One "positive" and one "one" indicate that there are six corpses.

The soldiers of the entire squad were red with anger, their chests were covered with anger, and two hairy boys of seventeen or eighteen directly wiped their tears and cried.

All of them clenched their guns in their hands and bayonets at their waists, their noses and lips trembled, their faces full of hatred, and they looked viciously at the houses of the locals around them. It seems that as long as the squad leader nods, they can wipe out all the locals around them.

"Keep moving ......"

The squad leader touched the sweat on his head, let out a long breath, and waved his hand to order.

"Squad leader!"

"What the hell! Just gone? ”

"Squad leader, let's take out the surrounding natives and kill them!"

The squad leader also stared at the red eyes and gritted his teeth, but still squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth:

"Following ...... Continue...... Former...... Enter! How was it ordered to us on the ship? We are a combat unit, and after entering the city, we will concentrate on fighting and will not kill people indiscriminately! Revenge is done by special forces! …… Keep moving! ”

The brothers under his command all gritted their teeth, and a big man had nowhere to vent, and pushed the little soldier who wiped his tears, and shouted:

"Fuck you, cry your mother's shit! Let's go! Keep going! ”

A squad of infantry advanced a few dozen meters, turning a street corner, and the houses were even more dilapidated. At the door of a small broken brick house, two big characters "Chinese" were written crookedly on the wooden door.

"Hey, there's a Chinese family here!"

Several soldiers leaned over, looked at the house, and muttered:

"We Chinese are in Nanyang, and there are still people who are so miserable?"

"It's hard to say, there are a lot of losses in trading!"

"Okay," the squad leader waved his hand and pointed to the door, "Anyway, there is a word at the door, how can you say that the family has not become a murderous house...... It just happened that I vomited so badly just now, so I went in and begged for a bowl of tea. ”

I called the door a few times, but no one answered inside. Several soldiers glanced at each other, and they all had a sense of foreboding. The word "Chinese" was clearly written on the door, which means that there were still people in this family when the leaflets were spread this morning. Could it be that it was ...... in such a short period of time

The squad leader kicked open the door and got in.

The inside of the house was very dark, and there was a strong smell of wine. A beam of sunlight came in from the hole in the roof, and through this beam of sunlight, I saw that in the room with four walls, there were several broken wood and bamboo tools on the ground, throwing an axe, and black pots and pans, and several wooden boxes stacked in the corners of the wall, with Chinese characters printed on them: Daming - the best Kweichow Moutai. There was a long knife on the box, and more than a dozen empty Moutai bottles and delicate ceramic bottles had been thrown on the ground.

Inside, there was a broken wooden bed, on which were crowded with several dark-skinned people, barefoot crossed on the bed, hugging each other, staring at the Ming soldiers who came in.

The soldier squinted his eyes for a long time, and finally affirmed that he was right. The family is all local indigenous.

He suddenly felt his qi and blood surge, rushed to the top of his head, took a breath and shouted loudly:

"Squad leader! Monitor! It's an indigenous family! ”

Hearing him shout, one of the black men jumped off the ground with a "poof" and threw himself at the pile of boxes in the corner. The soldier immediately raised his gun and shouted:

"Don't move!"

The swarthy man saw the gun pointed at him, and slowly lowered his arm, staring at the muzzle. Several soldiers rushed in, several rifles aimed at him.

The squad leader came in, looked at the family with a gloomy face, and then looked at the large boxes of the best Moutai in the corner, and slowly picked up a local long knife from the top box. The man just now just pounced and wanted to take the knife.

It's not a good knife, the edge of the knife has been rolled in a few places, the tip of the knife is also missing, and there are dry blood stains on the blade. It can be seen that it is quite powerful.

Behind the indigenous man, there was a woman on the bed, holding the child tightly. There were also two local children on the bed, also dark-skinned, staring at the Ming soldiers at the door.

The squad leader put the knife down and said lightly:

"Alright, take them all out."

When a few soldiers heard this, they were so energetic that the anger they had suppressed just now had a place to vent, and they rushed forward and shouted, "Go!" Walk! Dragged the whole family of the indigenous family out of the house and into the sun. The man screamed and resisted desperately, and several soldiers took turns to hit him with the butts of their rifles, and finally smashed him to the point that his head was bleeding and he was dragged out paralyzed.

As soon as the indigenous woman saw that her man was beaten and covered in blood, she immediately screamed and threw herself over, hugging and crying. The three children were also in the area, crying loudly. The squad leader gave them a look, and two soldiers went up to separate them, and one pulled the woman's hair and told her to stand still.

Several soldiers saw that the man was bare-chested and sitting on the ground against the wall, but the woman was wearing a white silk nightgown embroidered with exquisite lace, although it was already very dirty, and it was torn in several places, and there were dried blood stains on the lower part, but it could be seen that this nightgown was noble. Several soldiers stared at the nightgown, at its torn torn parts, at the large blood stains on its hem, imagining the tragic fate of its original owner, and the anger in their chests trembled again.

The indigenous woman stepped on the dirt with her bare black feet, wearing this exquisite nightgown on her rough hands, looked at these Ming soldiers in horror, and thought that they were staring at themselves to beat their attention, and suddenly had the expression of a chaste martyr, her hands on her chest, shaking her head in horror, and stepping back step by step.

“**！”

The squad leader was so disgusted that he spit out a mouthful of phlegm directly on her face, and the woman immediately screamed, wiped her face with her hands, and then wiped it on her nightgown, while squatting on the ground, crying in the local language quickly in her mouth, and her voice was thick and unpleasant.

"This family is not Chinese, but the word 'Chinese' is written on the door," the squad leader said coldly, "According to the orders of the Ming army, this can be regarded as an act of espionage, and the family will be executed." Come on, take this guy away! ”

The soldiers obeyed, went up and grabbed the native man, pointed the tip of his spear at him, and motioned for him to move forward. The woman saw that she was going to take her man away, so she cried and pounced, and several soldiers had already held back the fire in their stomachs, went up to beat the woman to the ground, and beat the woman to the ground. A few children cried and pounced.

The young soldier, who was still wiping his tears just now, bent over with joy at this moment and shouted at the woman:

"You'll never see your man again! Your kid doesn't have a dad anymore! Haha, see? You've got a taste of that, right? Aboriginal! Brute! You also have today! Cry! Cry! Why didn't you cry when your man killed, burned, and raped? ”

The woman didn't understand, but just wept, spoke the local language quickly, sat on the ground and beat her chest.

The man resisted desperately, and as a result, all the soldiers of the squad surrounded him and beat him in groups, and then beat him to the point that he was completely unable to resist, his mouth and nose were bleeding, and his eyes were so swollen that he could barely open them. Then the two soldiers dragged him to the ground, and asked cheerfully:

"Squad leader, where do we get him?"

"Take two steps further, don't be in front of other people's wives and children."

Several soldiers "cut, cut" for a while, all of them despised the squad leader's "humanity", but they still dragged the native forward.

"Alright," turning a corner, the squad leader looked at it and said, "It's here!" ”

As soon as the two soldiers let go, the native man collapsed on the ground like a dead dog. Then one soldier grabbed his short curly black hair and made him raise his neck, and another soldier drew a bayonet and looked at everyone:

"What's that...... Who's coming? ”

Because the city was still being searched, there had to be a battle to shoot, so only bayonets could be used. But just now the soldiers of a squad were gritting their teeth with hatred, eager to eat and skin the locals alive, but now they all looked at each other, and no one took the bayonet.

After all, these people are still soldiers who have just entered the battlefield, and no one has ever seen blood. Even the squad leader. Hate is hate, but if you really kill people with your hands, and you kill them with a knife, no one can cross this threshold.

The squad leader couldn't stand it anymore and gritted his teeth:

"Look at you pus-like bunch! I don't even dare to avenge my compatriots! How to go into battle to kill the enemy? I'll come, you watch! ”

One snatched the bayonet and cut it at the native's neck. The others all stood aside with a "coaxing", afraid of spurting blood.

At this time, someone in the distance shouted:

"Hey—what are you doing? Which part? ”

The people in this class all turned to look, only to see three soldiers wearing big-brimmed hats, white gloves, and armbands on their arms rushing over a few dozen meters away. -- That's the gendarmerie.

The gendarme ran closer, looked up and down, and a man asked sharply:

"Don't you know the command? You are not allowed to kill people indiscriminately when you enter the city! Name! Numbering! ”

Several people hurriedly talked about what was going on, and one soldier returned to the aboriginal house with the gendarme, pointing to the word "Chinese" at the door to show the gendarme.

"Okay, understood," said the gendarme, nodding his head, "we'll take this person away." ”

……

The three gendarmes dragged the indigenous man back until they reached a place near the entrance of the alley, where there was a courtyard that used to be a Chinese residence, but the whole family had been burned to death in the courtyard and became a murderous house.

There were a lot of gendarmes around, as well as several officers of the People's Guard, and from time to time gendarmes dragged locals from all over the place.

The three gendarmes threw the native man at the door, and one of the officers asked:

"What's wrong with him? Also a crime of espionage? ”

"Yes!"

"Alright, let's leave it here, and you can go on patrol!"

"Yes!"

The three gendarmes turned and walked away and continued to patrol the area they had occupied. With a wave of his hand, the gendarmerie officer at the gate came over, tied the native with wire, blindfolded him with rags, and dragged him into the courtyard.

The courtyard was very large, and there were already more than 20 indigenous men kneeling in the center of the courtyard, all of them bleeding and dying from the beatings, and their hands were tightly tied with wires behind their backs, blindfolded. There were no gendarmes in the courtyard, and a dozen or so junior officers were armed with pistols, all of which were People's Guards with gold swords and badges on a black background.

Directly opposite the more than 20 natives kneeling, there is a spiritual table, which is covered with a white cloth, a pair of incense candles, two plates of offerings, and a large white cloth is hung on the wall above the table, and the word "dian" is written with a brush. There are five large and small photographs below, none of which are large-scale remains, but were found by soldiers from debris all over the ground when they searched for this "murderous mansion". At that time, everything of little value was snatched, only books and textbooks scattered all over the ground, and no one wanted them from the natives. Several photos of the family were found in an envelope in the stack of books.

The new natives were also pressed to their knees. A People's Guard lieutenant counted it, twenty-eight enough, and nodded. An officer next to them stepped forward and announced to them in Malay:

"You despicable, lowly, lazy, cruel, and greedy natives, listen up, you ignore the orders of my Ming army, have ulterior motives, and write the word 'Chinese' on the door of your house without authorization, deliberately pretending to be a Chinese family. Your actions have tarnished the noble word 'Chinese' and insulted our hard-working and kind-hearted nation. Now I declare that you will be sentenced to death for espionage. ”

When the twenty-eight indigenous men heard this, most of them shook slightly, and several of them collapsed to the ground. A dozen or so natives didn't react, turning their heads and looking puzzled, probably so stupid that even if they spoke their language, they couldn't understand the meaning of such complex terms as "espionage" and "death penalty".

The lieutenant of the People's Guard shouted:

"Xu Xiangde!"

"Here!"

A People's Guard lieutenant stepped forward. He is the platoon commander of the second platoon of the second company of the third battalion of the first motorized infantry regiment of the people's guard mobile team, Xu Xiangde. It was the platoon commander who rescued the girl in the ruins during the Nanjing Street Battle.

"Execution!"

"Yes!"

Xu Xiangde took a pistol and pulled the bolt, and the sound of metal impact was prominent in this silent courtyard.

With a flat expression, he walked behind the first native, raised his arm, and pulled the trigger on the back of his head. With a "snap", the native fell to the ground with a sharp front, his forehead being lifted open, and a large pool of blood flowed.

He then shot the second native in the back of the head, and the second fell in response.

Then came the third, the fourth, and the fifth......

Seven were killed in one face, and the gun ran out of bullets. He indifferently pulled out the magazine, handed it to the officer next to him, took another full magazine and loaded it, and continued to shoot one shot at a time.

It wasn't until the four magazines were filled that all the natives in the courtyard were executed. There was a river of blood on the ground.

More than 20 indigenous corpses were on their knees, their foreheads still touching the ground, forming a gesture of apology, facing the offering table and the photo of a Chinese family of five above.

Xu Xiangde handed the pistol back to the officer next to him, stared at the blood flowing into a stream on the ground, took out a cigarette and lit it. A tricycle entered through another door, and two indigenous people were forced at gunpoint by the officers of the People's Guard, trembling with fright, and carrying the bodies onto the tricycle with a handful of snot and tears.

"Alright, Xiang De," the People's Guard lieutenant patted him on the shoulder with a grin, "it will take a while to save up enough twenty-eight, so let's rest for a while!" …… You can do it without blinking an eyelid......"

Another officer also came over and laughed:

"Hey, after taking Batavia tonight, we will definitely have to have a celebration feast, and Lord Xiang will definitely come. We're with Master Xiang again. ”

Xu Xiangde listened to the three words "Lord Xiang", smiled slightly, and his eyes showed a kind of expectation of making contributions.