The squad leader of this squad asked the rest of the class to stay at the door, and he held a submachine gun and went upstairs to search with another soldier holding a light machine gun.

When he entered the door, he immediately smelled a strange stench. Flies were flying everywhere. The squad leader frowned and looked at his subordinates. Based on his previous experiences, this was probably another "haunted house".

The rooms on the first floor were covered in mess, with broken glass on the ground, but almost nothing was left. There was even furniture. There was only one room with a large bed, no quilt or pillow mat, and only the bare large bed boards, probably the locals couldn't handle it and threw it here.

When I reached the second floor, the smell became even more pungent. Flies were lying all over the wall. As soon as people came up, they flew around, and the tropical big-headed flies hit the human face in a daze, and they couldn't even get in.

Now the squad leader and the soldier have understood that the owner of the house has died. But they still have to confirm it and mark it at the door so that the subsequent troops can restrain their bodies and add these uncounted ones to the total number of Chinese victims.

There were several rooms upstairs. The squad leader grabbed the submachine gun and searched them, but there were no bodies. In the last room, the door was closed tightly. The two of them looked at each other and knew that this was the one.

The squad leader kicked open the door, and there was a loud "buzzing" inside, deafening. Countless flies gushed out and hit their faces. The hands were as painful as flying sand and stones. After a while, the flies were no longer so fierce that the two dared to open their eyes and take a breath. But a strong stench almost choked them to death. When they opened their eyes, their stomachs immediately turned over and almost vomited.

Several piles of purple and black things were covered with white maggots, and the ground was filled with yellow-green juice. They were already highly corrupt, and densely filled with flies were flying, so dense that they almost blocked their sight. There were six piles of these "things", two large and three small, vaguely like human shapes. Each one was filled with several long bamboo poles.

The two soldiers supported each other and stumbled to the downstairs, opening their mouths and breathing the fresh air hard. Then, both of them vomited while holding the wall.

The other soldiers in this squad saw that their faces were as white as paper and vomited like this, and they all vaguely guessed what was going on. Several soldiers immediately rushed upstairs to see what was going on. After a while, they all fell down with pale faces, and several people started vomiting directly.

After entering the city, the soldiers of this squad have seen three "haunted houses", but none of them are so miserable, and none of them have so many corpses. It seems that this Chinese family has been completely wiped out.

The squad leader took out chalk, wrote the big word "Dian" on the wall at the door of the house, and then wrote the word "Zhengyi" next to it. This means that all the families have died. The word "Zheng" means the number of corpses. One "Zheng" and the other "Yi" means that there are six corpses.

The soldiers in the entire squad were red in anger, and their chests were thrust into pieces. Two young boys in their 17 or 18 cried directly wiped their tears.

Everyone held the gun in their hands, the bayonets on their waists, their noses, their lips trembled, their faces full of hatred, and they looked at the houses of the surrounding locals fiercely. It seemed that as long as the squad leader nodded, they could destroy all the locals around them.

"keep going……"

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

"Squad leader!"

"What are you doing! Just leave like that?"

"Squad leader, let's capture the natives around you and kill them!"

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

"Continue.................. advance! How do you order us on the ship? We are the combat troops. After entering the city, we are focused on fighting and are not allowed to kill people! There are special troops to do revenge!... Keep moving forward!"

The brothers under his command all chewed their teeth. A big man had nowhere to vent his anger. He pushed the soldier who was wiping his tears and shouted:

"Fuck your mother, cry your mother's shit! Let's go! Keep moving forward!"

A squad of infantry advanced dozens of meters, turned a street corner, and the house became even more dilapidated. At the door of a small broken brick house, the two big words "Chinese" were written on the wooden door.

"Hey, there is a Chinese here!"

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

"We Chinese are still doing so miserable things in Nanyang?"

"It's hard to say, there are also many people who have lost money in business!"

"Okay," the squad leader waved his hand and pointed at the door, "At least there is a word at the door, but no matter how you say that the house is not a haunted house... It just happened to be so uncomfortable when you vomited just now, so you went in to ask for a bowl of tea."

After calling the door a few times, no one agreed. Several soldiers looked at each other and had an ominous premonition. The words "Chinese" were clearly written at the door, which means that when the flyer was scattered this morning, there were still people in this family. Could it be that they were...

The squad leader kicked open the door and got in.

The house was extremely dark, with a very strong aroma of wine. A beam of sunlight shone in from the hole on the roof. With this beam of sunlight, I saw a few broken wood utensils, broken bamboo utensils, throwing an axe, and black pots and pans on the ground. There were several wooden boxes in the corner of the wall, with Chinese characters printed on it: Ming-Best Kweichow Moutai. There was a long knife on the box, and more than a dozen empty Moutai bottles and exquisite ceramic bottles were thrown on the ground. At first glance, they were very valuable wine.

There was a broken wooden bed inside, with several dark-skinned people squeezed on it, barefoot on the bed, hugging each other, staring at the Ming soldiers coming in.

The soldier squinted his eyes and identified for a long time, and finally confirmed that he had read it correctly. This family is all local natives.

He suddenly felt his blood surge, and rushed straight to his head, taking a breath and shouting loudly:

"Squad Leader! Squad Leader! This is an indigenous person!"

Hearing his shout, one of the black men jumped off the ground and rushed towards the pile of boxes in the corner of the wall. The soldier immediately picked up his gun and shouted:

"Don't move!"

The dark man saw the gun pointing at him, slowly lowered his arms and stared at the muzzle. Several soldiers rushed in, and several rifles were aimed at him.

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

It's not a good knife. The blade has been rolled a few places, and there is a piece missing from the tip of the knife, and there is still dry blood on the blade. It can be seen that it is very useful.

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

The squad leader put down his knife and said lightly:

"Okay, take them all out."

When several soldiers heard this, they were excited. The suppressed anger that had just been vented, and rushed forward, shouting, "Go! Go!" without saying anything, dragged all the family members of the native family out of the house and dragged them to the sun. The man shouted and fought to the death. The soldiers smashed him with the butt stock in turn, and finally smashed him to the point of blood and was dragged out in a limp manner.

When the indigenous woman saw that her man was beaten with blood, she immediately screamed and rushed over, hugging and crying. The three children were also in the local area and howled loudly. The squad leader turned his eyes and two soldiers went up to separate them, pulling the woman's hair one by one, asking her to stand up.

Several soldiers saw that the man was sitting on the ground with his dark arms against the wall, but the woman was wearing a white silk nightgown with exquisite lace embroidered on it. Although it was dirty and had been torn several places, there were dry blood in the lower half, but it could be seen that the nightgown was very noble. Several soldiers stared at the nightgown, staring at the broken area where it was torn, staring at a large piece of blood on the hem, imagining the tragic fate of its original owner, the anger in his chest trembled again.

The native woman stepped on the mud with her dark feet, wearing this exquisite nightgown on her thick and big feet, and looked at the Ming soldiers in horror, thinking that they were staring at them to pay attention. She suddenly had a chaste and fierce expression on her face, her hands blocked her chest, shook her head in horror, and retreated step by step.

"Fuck!"

The squad leader was so disgusting that he spitted phlegm directly onto her face. The woman immediately screamed, wiped her face with her hands, and then wiped her robe. She squatted on the ground, crying quickly in her mouth with her local language, and her voice was thick and extremely unpleasant.

"This family is not Chinese, but they write the words "Chinese" at the door," the squad leader said coldly, "According to the orders of the Ming army, this can be regarded as an act of espionage. The main family is executed. Come on, take this man away!"

The soldiers under his command followed the order and went up to arrest the native man, pushed him with a gun tip, and signaled him to move forward. The woman was about to take his man away, so she burst into tears. The soldiers had already been furious and went up to beat the woman up and threw her into the ground. Several children cried and pounced on her.

The young soldier who was wiping his tears just now bent over and shouted at the woman:

"You will never see your man again! Your child will never have a father again! Haha, have you seen it? You have tasted this kind of taste, right? Indigenous! Beast! You have today too! Cry! Cry! Why didn't you cry when your man killed, burned, and raped people?"

The woman couldn't understand it, just howled, spoke quickly local language, and sat on the ground and beat her chest and stamped her feet.

The man fought desperately, but as a squad of soldiers surrounded him and beat him up. He was beaten to the point where he was completely unable to resist. His mouth and nose were bleeding, and his eyes were swollen and could hardly open. Then the two soldiers dragged him on the ground, asking happily:

"Squad leader, where will we bear him?"

"Take two more steps forward and don't look in front of other people's wife and children."

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

"Okay," the squad leader looked at it and said, "Just here!"

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

"Then what...who will come?"

Because they were still searching for cities, they had to fight before they could shoot, so they could only use bayonets. However, the soldiers in a squad were so angry that they gritted their teeth and wanted to eat the locals alive, but now they were all looking at each other and no one took the bayonet.

After all, these people are soldiers who are just new to the battlefield, and no one has ever seen blood. Even the squad leader is also angry, but if you really kill someone, and you still use a knife to kill him, no one can pass this threshold.

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

"Look at you a bunch of pussy-like people! You don't dare to avenge your compatriots! How can you go to the battlefield to kill the enemy? I'll come, you guys watch!"

As soon as he snatched the bayonet, he was about to cut the indigenous man's neck. The others stood aside with a "coaxed" sound, afraid of spitting blood.

At this time, someone shouted loudly in the distance:

"Hey-what are you doing? Which part of it?"

Everyone in this squad turned around and saw that a few dozen meters away, three soldiers wearing big-brimmed hats, white gloves and armbands on their arms ran towards this side. - that was a military policeman.

The military police ran closer, looked up and down, and asked a man sternly:

"Don't you know the order? You are not allowed to kill people by entering the city! Name! Number!"

Several people quickly talked about what was going on. A soldier brought the military police back to the indigenous house and pointed to the words "Chinese" at the door to show the military police.

"Okay, I understand," the military police nodded and said, "We will take this person away to deal with it."

...

The three military police dragged the indigenous man back and walked to a place near the entrance of the alley, where there was a yard that turned out to be a Chinese residence, but the whole family was burned to death in the yard and became a haunted house.

There were many military police around, as well as several officers from the People's Guard. From time to time, military police dragged locals from all over the place to bring them here.

The three military police threw the native man at the door, and an officer asked:

"What's wrong with him? It's also a crime of espionage?"

"yes!"

"Okay, let it go here, you can continue patrolling!"

"yes!"

The three gendarmes turned around and left, and continued patrolling the occupied areas. The gendarmes officer at the door waved his hand, and the two gendarmes came over, tied the native with iron wire, covered his eyes with rag, and then dragged him into the yard.

The yard was very big, and more than twenty native men had kneeled in the center of the yard. They were all beaten to the point of blood and dying, with their hands tied tightly with iron wire and blindfolded. There were no military police in the yard, and more than ten low-level officers were holding pistols, all of which were People's Guards with black background gold swords.

Directly opposite the more than 20 natives kneeling was a spiritual table with white cloth on it, a pair of incense and candles, two plates of fruit offerings. A large white cloth was hung on the wall above the table, and the word "Dian" was written in a brush. Below were five photos of all sizes, not large and small, but were found from the debris all over the ground when the soldiers searched for this "haunted house". At that time, every slightly valuable thing was stolen, and only books and textbooks were scattered all over the ground. No one of the natives wanted. A few photos of this family were found from an envelope in the pile of books.

The new natives were also knelt together. A lieutenant of the People's Guard counted for a while, enough twenty-eight, and nodded. An officer next to him stepped forward and announced to them in Malay:

"You despicable, lowly, lazy, cruel, and greedy natives are listening. You ignore the orders of our Ming army, have ulterior motives, and write the words "Chinese" at your doorstep without authorization, deliberately pretending to be Chinese families. Your behavior has defiled the noble word "Chinese" and insulted our diligent and kind nation. Now I announce that you will be executed for espionage."

When the twenty-eight native men heard this, most of them shook slightly, and several people collapsed to the ground. There were still more than a dozen natives who had no reaction and seemed confused when they turned their heads. Perhaps they were too ignorant. Even if they were speaking their language, they could not understand what the complex words "espionage" and "death penalty" meant.
To be continued...