After a while, the gunshot finally subsided. It was not until his overly intense heartbeat gradually returned to calm that Yang Huimin climbed out of the trenches and sneaked into the Suzhou River under the cover of darkness. Yang Huimin, who grew up on the beach and was proficient in water, swam across the Suzhou River in a diving way in just one breath and climbed onto this land that had carried too much smoke and blood in two days.

When she turned over the east side of the Sihang Warehouse and a temporary trench made of sandbags, Yang Huimin suddenly widened her eyes.

A Japanese soldier holding a Type 38 rifle in his hand leaned against a sandbag and treated his wound with a hemostasis bandage. He found that Yang Huimin had turned into the trench. This well-trained professional soldier raised the rifle in his hand as soon as possible.

This is a wounded soldier who was hit by a grenade at night when he was attacking Sihang Warehouse and was covered in blood and fainted on the battlefield just now, but because his location was too remote, he was not taken away from the battlefield.

No one expected that in this situation, they would encounter enemies, and the two of them sat in the trenches and stared at each other blankly.

Yang Huimin didn't dare to move. The rifle in the other party should have bullets. Of course she could pluck up the courage to rush over, but her mission could not be completed. The national flag wrapped around her waist would fall together with her body less than 100 meters away from the Sihang Warehouse. In that case, even if she died, what kind of face would she have to meet the 250,000 Chinese warriors who had already been sleeping on this land?!

The Japanese soldier did not shoot. He was a veteran. He knew clearly that it was less than a hundred meters away from the Sihang Warehouse. Not to mention the dozens of light and heavy machine guns and mortars in the hands of those Chinese soldiers, they were condescending, and those soldiers with strong enough could even throw grenades into the trenches.

As long as he pulls the trigger, in a few seconds, the trench will be completely covered by the bullets shot from the machine gun. He and the Chinese girl in the Scout uniform in front of him will be done together!

The two of them sat there blankly, no one said anything. For a moment, the trench fell into an absolutely strange tranquility.

Quiet, true quiet.

The two of them were so quiet that they could hear each other's rapid heartbeat.

Close, very close.

They were so close that they could clearly see the beads of sweat slowly sliding on each other's skin under such dizzy moonlight.

The Japanese soldier gently pulled the bolt. With as little as possible, he actually withdrew the bullets of the rifle in front of Yang Hui, and then carefully put the bullets into his pocket. He was a cautious person, and he absolutely did not want to put the rifle filled with bullets aside and be picked up by the Chinese girl.

Seeing this absolutely unexpected scene, Yang Huimin couldn't help but widen her eyes, but soon she understood what this Japanese soldier wanted to do.

The Japanese soldier slowly pulled out a bayonet more than one foot long from the scabbard. The narrow and graceful military bayonet emitted a silver brilliance under the moonlight. He grabbed the bayonet in his hand and looked at the Chinese girl in front of him who had developed quite well and had the best appearance. The Japanese soldier couldn't help but licked his lips.

It has been two years since he came to this land destined to be conquered by their great Japanese Imperial Army. Even he himself didn't know how many Chinese people he had killed with this bayonet.

When they were training assassination fighting on the training ground, the instructor ordered them to use the captured Chinese as targets, which was said to allow them to quickly adapt to the battlefield and even fall in love with massacre and death. When he first stabbed the bayonet into the Chinese who was tied to a wooden stake and covered his eyes with black cloth strips, he vomited on the spot.

Later he got used to it. Soldiers like them left their homes, left their motherland, and fought around in such a strange land. Over time, they needed some methods to vent their accumulated emotions. Using bayonets to greet those Chinese who are as harmless as little lambs seemed to be a very good method without any harm.

In the end, he fell in love with murder.

He likes to look at the pitiful Chinese men who are stronger than him in a lofty manner when facing the bayonet. These poor people dare not resist at all, but just tremble and let him stab the bayonet into his body. He prefers to hear the desperate and painful cry of Chinese women who regard chastity as more important than life struggle under his body. Just as they raped in front of their relatives, or even their husbands, their screams are even more perfect...

He had almost seen him stabbing the bayonet into the chest of the Chinese girl in front of him, and she was constantly struggling and twisting in the pool of blood. There was even a hint of regret in his heart. It was a pity. Maybe she was still a virgin! The most regrettable thing was that he had to reach out and cover the girl's mouth tightly, so that he could not even hear her moans and whine before her death. You must know that this is his favorite enjoyment...

At this moment, he suddenly saw a figure, like a crazy female wolf, hitting him hard. In an impossible situation, the unarmed Chinese girl who seemed to be in danger actually launched an attack on him first!

Yang Huimin knew clearly that even if this Japanese soldier was seriously injured, she was still as weak as such a well-trained professional soldier. If she still wanted to survive and continue to complete tasks that she had not completed, she would have to turn herself into a complete madman!

Yang Huimin no longer paid attention to the bayonet that could strike him at any time. She grabbed the Japanese soldier's face with her ten fingers. She opened her mouth, exposed two rows of thin and dense white teeth, and bit her hard at the body of the Japanese soldier in front of her. She raised her legs and used her knees to face the Japanese soldier in front of her, which was covered with bloody thighs by the grenade. She ran a hysterical collision and kicked her hard.

The Japanese soldier was really confused. Even on the battlefield, he had never seen such a crazy attack! Yang Huimin's knee hit his wound again and again, and every impact would make him tremble all over his body. Yang Huimin's ten fingers were like ten small bayonets, constantly stabbing his face. The feeling of striking his head and face made him involuntarily think of heavy machine gun shooting.

"Ka...Ka..."

At this time, his whole body was trembling in pain. His wrist might have been bitten off by the madman in front of him, otherwise how could he make a terrible sound like a broken wooden stick? When he could no longer bear this violent pain and subconsciously opened his mouth and screamed, he was surprised to find that at some point, because it was too painful and so painful, his teeth had bitten off his tongue!

He spitted out the sound waves in the air, and only barely made a few hoarse, wailing like a small animal.

"Let me go!"

A few words of crying were already revealed in the sound of his squeeze out of his mouth. He raised his left fist and smashed it hard at Yang Huimin's head.

At the end, Yang Huimin simply used her legs to tightly squeeze the other party's seriously injured thigh. While she twisted, squeezed, grinded and pressed her hard, she let the hot blood flowing out of his wound soaked her clothes. She pressed her head against the other party's chin and continued to bite her chest.

But her hands grabbed the bayonet's blade tightly and let the other party's fists hit his head one after another. His fists were so heavy. Every time he punched, dozens of golden stars would blow in front of Yang Huimin's eyes. Her ears seemed to be like a group of bees crawling in, and there was buzzing and buzzing non-stop.

At this time, Yang Huimin had only a very simple thought in her mind: "As long as you can't take the bayonet, you can't kill me!"

The shrapnel embedded in his thighs, as Yang Huimin's legs continued to twist, a severe pain that had become stronger and stronger, had already caused most of his body to numbness, and the darkness in front of him was dizzy after dark. Feeling the blood and vitality, it kept flowing out along the wounds on his thighs. He knew clearly that he was about to die.

He had no way to stand up due to injury to his right leg. The space in the trench was too narrow, and he no longer had the strength to push away the woman who was stalked on him.

As a soldier, especially a soldier who set foot on the land of other countries and conquered, he knew that he might not live long, but he really did not expect that he would die so miserably. Although Yang Huimin's attack was crazy, it did not have enough lethality, but she tightly squeezed the other party's body, coupled with the violent struggle and struggle, was enough to make the blood shed from the Japanese soldier reach the standard of death.

In his trance, he seemed to see familiar faces.

They have men, women, elderly and children. The same is that these faces are filled with pain and unwillingness without exception. Every face that keeps floating in front of him represents the life of a Chinese civilian that once existed but was extinguished in his hands. The owners of these faces all looked at him quietly, as if they were invitations, and seemed to be waiting for him to embark on this same path of no return.

He couldn't help but shivered. If a person dies like a lamp, of course it will be over. But if a person dies and there is really a soul, there are really eighteen levels of hell, and if he has too much blood on this land and has made too many enemies, what kind of judgment will he get? How should he face the wronged souls that died in his hands?

Even if he died in the end, he did not close his eyes full of horror and pain. Yang Huimin sat next to his body. She kept retching, but in the end she didn't vomit anything. She wanted to cry loudly, but Yang Huimin tried her best to bite her lips and let big tears fall silently from her face, mixing the blood splashed onto her face by the Japanese soldier, and fell hard to this heavy earth that had been covered with steel and flesh, making a "puff, puff" sound.
Chapter completed!