All the villagers were dead!

After listening to the monkey's report, Su Qing felt inexplicably heartbroken.

Under the rule of Cangzhou Road, no one cares about the lives and death of the people.

The surroundings are silent, the village is desolate and dilapidated, and the sun sets in the west, in such an environment.

The originally hot summer sun shines on the body without any warmth.

The soldiers covered their mouths and noses shouted in a low-skilled Chinese and moved the bodies from the house.

Some soldiers demolished the beams of the house everywhere, looked for firewood, and prepared to cremate the bodies.

These friendly intelligence officers are all very cultural than the Eighth Route Army soldiers.

They know more about Hulila bacteria than ordinary warriors.

"Damn the devil!" an intelligence officer murmured in a low voice.

"Haha, this is nothing. I have seen even worse than this..."

"Let's learn your skills well, and when we go back, we will drive the Japanese to the sea to feed the turtle..."

"Well, there are turtles in the sea?" The monkey who was directing the firewood rack next to him made a splash.

"Uh...yes, it's called Tornado, it's much bigger than what you see, more than a hundred pounds..."
Chapter completed!