Xiaozhuang Village is the most ordinary small village in northern Jiangsu.

Most of them have surnames Zhuang, and the more than 20 families in the village are basically relatives with broken bones and tendons.

There are only 20 houses, and they gather together around a small pond. There is a big locust tree growing for two hundred years at the entrance of the village. Because the land there is a flatter place, it is also the rice field most commonly used by the villagers.

Surrounded by farmland, Xiaozhuang Village’s ancestors have relied on these relatively fertile farmlands to reproduce and live their normal lives.

It was not until one day when war came, and fleeing people kept passing here and there were news of the front line being defeated hundreds of kilometers or even dozens of kilometers away, that the quiet small village caused a stir.

The villagers were worried, but in the end they placed their hopes on their own army. After all, this is the surrounding area of ​​a country's capital. Except for a few families who chose to leave and flee to the south, most of the villagers still chose to stay in the village, hoping that the war could end or the army would block the Japanese, and that their lives would be as usual.

But obviously, their wishes were shattered.

A team of Japanese soldiers wearing yellow military uniforms and machine guns and rifles broke into the small village that had just woken up this morning, and drove everyone out of the house with a fierce look. Whether it was an elderly man over 70 years old or a child in a cradle, they all gathered on the rice field at the entrance of the village that was usually used to dry rice.

No one dared not to obey their orders. The dog from Lao Liu's family instinctively called the intruder twice and was shot to death several times. That's not all. Lao Liu's wife subconsciously screamed and was shot in the thigh by a Japanese army. If Lao Liu was not smart enough, she rushed out and kowtowed and begged for mercy, the Japanese soldiers might have stabbed him with a knife.

But that's all, Lao Liu's wife, whose thighs were bleeding, had to go out even if she could only be carried by Lao Liu's back. She was even sweating profusely all over her body, and she didn't even dare to hum.

On both sides of the rice field were full of Japanese soldiers carrying guns and ammunition. The bayonets were temporarily lit up and murderous intent was filled with murderous aura. Two machine guns were placed directly in front of the villagers. A wolf-green dog spitted a scarlet tongue and stared at the scene with a vulture.

Faced with his unknown fate, nearly a hundred villagers did not dare to make a sound. The children who were held tightly in their arms were also covered by adults, for fear that they would cry out loud.

"Say, have you hidden your defeated soldiers there? If you don't say it, you will be dead!" Okamoto Asahiro's eyes were on the faces of nearly 100 Chinese villagers who were trembling for a while, and was very satisfied with the fear that the Chinese showed at this time, and finally spoke.

Because of the rush to escape, the defeated soldiers in China are always accustomed to placing seriously injured people in Chinese villages, and then putting a few silver dollars as rewards. Through searching Chinese villages in the past two days, several cases have been discovered.

The Chinese are a very strange nation. Obviously, these wounded soldiers have little to do with them, but they are not only willing to take them in, but also willing to do their best to protect them. Several villages that found the wounded soldiers were handed over the Chinese wounded soldiers in tears when the team leader killed several people in succession to establish their authority.

However, their strange stubbornness does not make the imperial infantry feel pity or forgiveness, or even a slight disgust.

Are they using this method to resist the empire's expansion path? Since they dare to resist, they have to pay the price.

The Chinese village where the wounded soldiers were handed over did not escape the disaster. Several villagers around the hiding place where the wounded soldiers were found were found, and both men, women, young and ruthlessly shot and killed.

Even the men among the villagers who couldn't help crying were shot and killed as potential rebels.

As for women, I think they can only be the target of the imperial infantry venting their power.

It was not until the remaining Chinese knelt down in the cold wind to express their surrender that the imperial infantrymen were satisfied and stopped wasting bullets.

It was the greatest kindness that the imperial infantrymen had given them not to massacre the entire village.

The team leader was still a little soft-hearted. Asahiro Okamoto actually hoped that the villagers here would be as stubborn as those villagers. If he was asked to find Chinese wounded soldiers, he would hang all the hundreds of people here to the big tree in the village.

The environment of this village is actually very good. Although it is winter, there are many evergreen trees in the village. Under the shade of green trees, there are a hundred human corpses hanging, which must be a scene.

Especially those small ones, perhaps when the wind blows, they will sway lightly with the wind.

To the extreme cruelty is a kind of beauty!

Of course, what attracts Okamoto asahiro Hiroto, the most attractive one, may also have the wealth of this small village.

The southeastern area is a prosperous place for China. I heard that the two infantry squads who searched for the wounded soldiers were not only Yinyang but also a small amount of gold. In addition to handing over one to the captain and squadron leader, the rest of everyone can also become a rich man after returning to China.

Isn’t it the simplest reason why the imperial infantry traveled thousands of miles to this huge country!

The right way is to take it out without the Chinese taking the initiative, killing them all, and stealing them all.

With gold and silver, when he returned to China, the village chief he had worked hard to please him, and he had to nod and bow.

The villagers were silent, everyone's heads were lowered, and no one dared to look at Okamoto Asahiro, who had a ferocious face.

This is very stubborn! But I really like it! Looking at this expected scene, Okamoto Asahiro's mouth slightly curved, and his hand gently stroked the command knife that he had left the captain's squadron captain before hanging on his waist.

The command knife was from Lieutenant Ono who had already died in battle. Captain Kawakami gave Lieutenant Ono's command knife to him for safekeeping, which is to reward and encouragement.

The command knife of the Ono Lieutenant has a very good texture. The knife is made by a knife maker by hand. The silver handle also has cloud patterns that symbolize martial arts. It is worth at least 500 yen.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! Unfortunately, Lieutenant Ono was not in good condition and he didn't have the chance to use this sharp blade that symbolizes martial arts to show his martial arts. He died in battle, but he left this opportunity to him.

I wonder if I can cut the person in half with one knife? Okamoto Asahiro really wants to try it, but it is said that it will hurt the blade and require enough strength. So let's try it with a slightly simpler one first!

"Don't anyone dare to answer my question?" Okamoto's eyes were on an eight or nine-year-old child in the team, with cruelty rising in his eyes. "That's great, that kid, come on!"

"No! No! Please." The mother of the child standing in front of him instinctively placed the child behind her back, her eyes full of begging and begging.

"Those who do not listen to the orders will die." Okamoto Asahiro pulled out his command knife and pointed at the crowd fiercely.

"Kake!" The Japanese troops around also cooperated with each other to pull the bolt!

The crowd was restless.

"Sir, don't, let me say, I say." A voice came from the restless crowd.

With a slight wave of his hand, Okamoto Asahiro said coldly: "Who is talking? Stand up!"

"It's me!" An old man with white hair and beards and over 70 years old walked out of the crowd.

"Why, all of you Chinese are dead, send you a bad old man?" Okamoto Asahiro's eyes showed a hint of contempt and he pointed at the old man with a knife. "What qualifications do you have?"

"Sir, the old man has always served as the village chief of Xiaozhuang Village because he is older." The old man answered respectfully.

The old man is not only the village chief, but also one of the most senior people in Xiaozhuang Village. It is precisely because of his high moral character that he has been the village chief until now.

Seeing that the old man who was already seventy years old had to take the initiative to face the devil and even hunched down and forced himself to smile, most of the villagers showed humiliation.

"Okay, I'll give you a chance and say, where have you hidden your Chinese wounded soldiers?" Okamoto's eyes flashed slightly and he lowered the tip of the knife.

"Sir, we are close to the mountainous area and are remote. We have never seen a large army since the two armies started fighting! Have you ever seen wounded soldiers?" The old man shouted.

"Have you never seen a wounded soldier?"

"Yes! The adults worked hard to send troops, and the young and old man provided three pigs and sheep on behalf of the village to provide the army with three pigs and sheep..." The old man did his best to whisper.

With his nearly seventy years of life wisdom, he clearly felt the strong murderous aura of these Japanese soldiers. For the sake of the lives of the whole village, it would be better if he had to kneel down.

But he underestimated the cruelty of the Japanese after all. Since entering China, they have been no longer humans, but a group of beasts.

"You lowly Chinese people really don't cry until you see the coffin!" Okamoto's eyes were lowered and he sighed slightly.

The old man was stiff all over.

Next second!

Just saw the Japanese Army Chief Cao who was still sighing, and the eyes of the wolf green dog that had been squatting beside him showed a fierce light. The dog trainer let go of the leather rope that was slid in his hand.

The wolf green dog, which weighed 60 or 70 kilograms, jumped out like an arrow and rushed towards the old man before all the Chinese villagers could react.

His bloody mouth opened, revealing his snow-white fangs, and he bit the old man's shoulder in one bite.

The old man who fell to the ground couldn't help but scream loudly, and blood gushed out with his naked eyes.

"Second uncle!"

"Uncle!"

The villagers exclaimed, and the crowd couldn't help but move forward.

"Dad!" A man in his forties even exclaimed and rushed out of the crowd.

His fists were clenched tightly, and although his face was panicked, his eyes were firm enough. His goal was to bite his old father's brutal wolf green dog on the ground.

Unfortunately, this simple villager obviously forgot that although the wolf green dog is cruel, the more vicious one is the Japanese behind it.

"Bang!" A gunshot was heard.

The middle-aged man was shot to the ground, and the restless villagers subconsciously took two steps back.

"Your courage is smaller than I thought! Are you the only one who has the courage?" Okamoto Asahiro, who pulled out the fourteen-type pistol from the southern part of the gun bag, gently blew the blue smoke from the muzzle, and turned his gloomy eyes to the panic crowd, and said cruelly.

"Do you know, I really want to see you stubbornly walk towards death!"

Looking at his cruel masterpiece with almost appreciation, and even looking forward to more cruelty, the eyes of the Japanese Army Chief Cao flashed with a happy luster.

Okamoto's almost perverted mentality actually comes from the result of nightmares after being hit by the independent camp. Only by bullying the weaker people can he get rid of the shame that he cannot speak to others.

The power of the Southern Fourteen Pistol is not very strong. Although it is fired at close range, it is not enough to kill a man who is still a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man who was shot in the chest struggled to crawl towards the direction of his father falling down, leaving a long blood mark under his body.

The old man who was struggling hard under the sharp claws and sharp teeth of the wolf green dog saw this scene and tears were left in his already turbid eyes.

That was his eldest son. I never thought that the father and son would die on the same day today. The pain of watching their son suffer with their own eyes, even more than the tearing of the wolfdog's fangs.

But, a more cruel scene happened.

The Japanese military dog ​​trainer whistled, and the wolf green dog, who was biting the old man, received a signal, gave up his target, ran directly to the middle-aged man who was still trying to crawl, opened his mouth wide, and bit hard on the neck of the middle-aged man who actually had little strength.

It's like a vicious wolf, beginning to harvest its own prey.

"Click!" A clear and recognizable voice reached the villagers' ears.

It was the sound of the cervical vertebrae being bitten off.

The middle-aged man's once strong arms were waving in vain a few times in the air, and then lowered them, and his head was also hanging with his arms.

The wolf green dog waved his head vigorously to confirm whether his prey was dead. It was not until the dog trainer's whistle sounded that he let go of the prey and ran back to the dog trainer proudly, shook his head and tail.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "My son!" The old man shouted with a shrill cry, and turned his eyes to Okamoto Asahiro, shouting loudly: "Devil, you Japanese devils, you will definitely be retribution, and you will definitely."

Then, blood kept spewing out of his mouth and his lips kept moving, but he could no longer make a sound until he was silent.

But his eyes were wide open.
To be continued...