"Taijun, our Hongxi Village is far away from the mountains, how can an injured person come here!"

Uncle He wiped the sweat overflowing from his forehead and said with a forced smile. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"You just have to answer, yes, or no?"

The Japanese soldier's voice was cold, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

"I didn't ...... No! ”

Uncle He swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and it took a long time to squeeze such a sentence out of his mouth.

"Report!"

However, as soon as Uncle He's words fell, a Japanese soldier who had just run to the village to search hurriedly ran out, came to the Japanese Shaozuo, "snapped", respectfully gave a military salute, and said.

"Report, Yamamoto Shaosa, my subordinates found an unburned Imperial Army uniform in the village!"

As he spoke, the Japanese soldier presented a fragment of rag that had been burned to the point of being a small piece with a Japanese military insignia embroidered on it.

Looking at the fragment of rags in the hands of the Japanese soldiers, Uncle He's face turned pale in an instant.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, without waiting for Uncle He to explain, the Japanese soldier Shaozuo suddenly pulled out the katana in his hand, and with a "poof", a knife slashed at Uncle He's body.

Suddenly, Uncle He's body fell to the ground in response, and bright red blood continued to flow out of the wound on his chest, flowing on the ground, staining a large area of the land red.

"Uncle Ho......"

Seeing this sudden change, the villagers of Hongxi Village couldn't help but scream loudly.

At the same time, the Japanese soldiers who surrounded the villagers of Hongxi Village also held rifles and approached the villagers of Hongxi Village step by step, preparing to suppress the commotion.

"Little devil, I'll fight with you!"

Suddenly, a villager from Hongxi Village finally couldn't help but shout, and suddenly burst into flames, and pounced on a Japanese soldier who surrounded him.

Immediately, his hands also tightly grasped the rifle in the hand of the Japanese soldier, trying to snatch the gun from the Japanese soldier's hand.

"Bang!"

As a result, it is conceivable that before the villager succeeded in snatching it, he was shot in the chest by another Japanese soldier, and a bloody flower exploded and fell to the ground.

"Ahh Yes! Yes! Ah......h

This was like a signal of the beginning, as one Japanese soldier fired, the rest of the Japanese soldiers also aimed their rifles at the villagers of Hongxi Village, and pulled the trigger mercilessly.

A bloody massacre began.

As gunshots rang out, one after another Hongxi villagers collapsed in pools of blood without the slightest resistance.

It's not that there are no villagers in Hongxi Village who have risen up to resist, it's just that their resistance is powerless, they are just a group of ordinary civilians, how can they be the opponents of these Japanese soldiers who are like wolves and tigers and kill people like hemp.

In a short time, most of the villagers in Hongxi Village were dead.

Witnessing this bloody scene, a woman from Hongxi Village wearing a headscarf on her head seemed to have been frightened, standing in place, watching one after another Hongxi Village villagers fall beside her with a wooden gaze.

It wasn't until the last Hongxi villager also fell down one after another that the turban woman sat down weakly on the ground as if she had just woken up from a big dream.

"Tell me, where is he?"

Kazuo Yamamoto waved off the Japanese soldiers who were pointing their guns at the turban woman, walked up to the turban woman, looked at her condescendingly, and asked.

"You...... Kill me! ”

The turban woman was stunned for a long time, and then her consciousness gradually recovered, raised her head, and met Kazuo Yamamoto's gaze, her determined gaze was full of resentment and unyielding.

"Good!"

Looking at the tenad woman's determined gaze, Kazuo Yamamoto sneered, stretched out his fingers, gently pushed up the turban woman's pretty cheeks, showed a cruel smile, and said.

"Don't worry! I will not kill you, I will let you know what it means to be alive than to die! ”

Suddenly, the turbaned woman's face turned pale.

Obviously, she also thought of the meaning of the words of the little devil in front of her.

"Phew!"

Suddenly, the turban woman spat out a mouthful of nitrogen water in Kazuo Yamamoto's face and scolded.

"Brutes, you inhuman brutes, kill me! Kill me......"

"Smack......

Immediately, a loud slap sounded.

Kazuo Yamamoto raised his hand and slapped the turban woman's face fiercely, so that half of the turban woman's cheeks were red and swollen, and the corners of the turban woman's mouth overflowed with a touch of bright red.

"Take it down!"

Kazuo Yamamoto took out a white handkerchief from the pocket of his clothes, gently wiped the nitrogen water spit on the face of the turban woman, and without looking at the turban woman again, he stood up and ordered coldly to the Japanese soldiers on the side.

"Hey!"

Suddenly, a Japanese soldier took a step forward from the group, walked up to the turban woman, and reached out to grab the turban woman.

"Don't! Don't ......"

The turban woman screamed and hurriedly got up from the ground, trying to get rid of the Japanese soldier's hand.

"Smack!"

However, the Japanese soldier did not feel any pity for the jade, and when he saw that the turban woman wanted to escape, he raised his hand and slapped the turban woman on the other side of the face, knocking the turban woman to the ground again.

"Stop!"

Seeing that the turban woman was about to be taken away by the Japanese soldier, at this moment, a voice suddenly came from outside the village.

Kazuo Yamamoto turned his head and looked in the direction from which the voice came.

I saw that in the direction of the entrance of the village, a man in his twenties was slowly coming.

It was Guo Guohua who heard the gunshots and rushed back to Hongxi Village.

"Brother Besides, you hurry up, leave me alone, these little devils are not people, they will kill you, go quickly......"

Seeing Guo Guohua, who had just left with great difficulty, suddenly ran back again, the turban woman's heart was in a hurry, and she didn't care about the Japanese soldiers who were holding her tightly, and hurriedly shouted towards Guo Guohua, who was slowly walking over.

However, Guo Guohua didn't seem to hear the turban woman's reminder at all, and under the aim of the rifles of a group of Japanese soldiers, he walked step by step to the square, stood not far from Kazuo Yamamoto, and confronted Kazuo Yamamoto.

"Zhina, we finally meet again!"

Looking at Guo Guohua who was close at hand, Kazuo Yamamoto's originally cold face suddenly showed an excited smile, and the hand holding the katana was also clenched tightly.