"Dead?" Standing in the open space at the entrance of the village, watching his soldiers carry the corpses of women who had no breath and even some stiffness to a remote place for burial, the leading company commander frowned and asked the 1st platoon who came over.
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The platoon leader nodded, handed the company commander a cigarette, lit one himself, then put on the lighter and blew out a puff of smoke: "He was stoned to death by a woman. A lake of flesh and blood... Look.
It looks a little disgusting."
"Don't worry about that damn bastard, anyway, our mission is to eliminate all the gangsters we encounter." He said while watching two soldiers carrying a body outside the village with the help of locals.
Inside the raincoat that wrapped the body, a muddy arm hung down, trembling slightly with the soldier's steps.
After taking a puff of the cigarette, the company commander seemed a little irritable. He looked away and said to the platoon leader: "The order from above is to take no prisoners, no trial, no... alive! All gangsters must be killed without mercy!"
"Understood! They are no longer human, cannot be naturalized, and are no different from wild beasts." The platoon leader also took a puff of cigarette, nodded and said: "These people don't have any decent weapons, do they need to be confiscated?"
"No need." The company commander ordered: "Leave it to the villagers and tell them that troops will come to collect these weapons later and let them keep them properly."
"Understood." The platoon leader nodded slightly, and then saw the company commander staring in the direction behind him. He turned around and saw an old woman wearing shabby clothes walking in front of them.
The old woman held up her hands, and in her palm was a bloody silver ring: "Thank you for avenging my child. This is the only valuable thing in my body..."
"This is not what we are here for." The company commander waved with the hand holding the cigarette: "You will live a life that people should live, and you will no longer have to endure hunger or be bullied."
The woman stood there stunned, not knowing what she should do. Her eyes were so dry that there were no tears left to shed.
She just stared at the two men in front of her blankly, as if she didn't understand what the words the other party meant.
"We're late..." The platoon leader took out a piece of bread from his pocket, put it into the old woman's hands, and helped her close his hands: "I'll go over there and have a look."
After saying that, he saluted the company commander and without looking back, he walked towards a few people who were distributing food to the villagers who were about to starve to death.
"Ah...wuwuwu..." Finally, the old woman came back to her senses and cried into her arms, as if she finally felt the sting that the past six months of life had left on her body.
She knelt on the ground, holding bread and a blood-stained silver ring in her hands, crying so hard that no one could persuade her.
A few months ago, her son died. Just now, she saw with her own eyes that her daughter-in-law was raped and killed.
Her little grandson died of illness in the days when the Mirage troops captured Dongwan Island. At that time, all the doctors on the island were captured by the army and became military doctors.
A family of four who originally had a few acres of fertile farmland and could barely make ends meet were ruined in just six months.
How could she not cry? How could she not be wronged? She didn't know who the people in front of her were and why they came. She was just resentful. Why were they waiting for her to have nothing before these people came...
"Ah!" She shouted to the sky like crazy. Du Juan cried blood and was desperate. Her cry made the defiled women in the village also start to wail.
The remaining men in the village also began to cry, and the atmosphere became more depressing. There were sounds of sobbing and louder and louder cries everywhere.
There are crazy women chasing and beating their men, there are thin men kneeling beside the corpses to repent and blame themselves, and there are even people carrying long knives and looking for the corpses of gangsters everywhere.
The scene became chaotic for a while, until Marine Corps soldiers stopped it, and these people became more or less behaved. They were used to fear, so they were naturally in awe of the Marine Corps soldiers.
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In the city, the commander of the 1st regiment crossed his legs, put his hands together, hugged his knees, and looked at the Zheng Guo official who was sitting next to him and walking on thin ice.
Such an atmosphere caused sweat to form on the forehead of Zheng Guo's official. He stretched out his hand to wipe it gingerly, swallowed a mouthful of saliva and continued to wait for the fathers who rushed into the city to speak.
He witnessed with his own eyes how ruthless these people were: he carefully bribed and recruited dozens of gangsters whose duty was to protect his veteran Youzi, but they were easily killed by the group in front of him.
The "guard" guarding the door was beaten to pieces by an unknown weapon as soon as he drew his knife. The few brave men who rushed out to check the situation also failed to save their lives.
Those who begged for mercy had their throats slit, and those who surrendered had their heads shot to pieces... Now his city lord's government office was no different from hell.
There was still blood on the ground that no longer spread, and had dried and solidified to form a backdrop for the corpse. Next to the corpse were long knives that had been left unattended, with old and new ones scattered everywhere.
On weekdays, just looking at it makes people's hearts ache. The powerful flintlock musket doesn't even have a chance to fire, so it just becomes a decoration.
He still hasn't come to his senses until now. He doesn't know how so many fierce-looking soldiers climbed over his city wall.
There are more than a dozen Cyric muzzle-loading cannons on it! Although the artillery has already been cleared away, the newly recruited soldiers should always fire two cannons and listen to the sound as a warning, right?
"Don't even guess. The more than 200 trash on the city wall are squatting on the roadside with their heads in their hands, waiting for interrogation." Captain 1 finally spoke and said coldly.
"No, I don't know, general, general... which country he is from..." The local official of Zheng State stammered, not knowing how to reply.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! His words were quickly interrupted by Captain 1. Leader 1 felt that he had no intention of wasting time with such a guy. Before the other party finished speaking,
He said coldly: "Those who have never killed or harmed anyone will be sent to work in the mines. They will pay their debts in ten years and redeem themselves in ten years."
Writing casually, he determined many people's twenty years of hard work, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.
As he spoke, his tone became even colder, sending chills all over his body: "Those who have killed people, harmed people... then it is inevitable to keep their heads."
After saying that, he looked at the Zheng Guo official who was sitting beside him and was trembling with fear, the Lord of the City here: "Have you ever harmed anyone?"
The fifty-year-old city lord was so frightened that he slid directly from his chair to the ground, knelt down on his knees, and his movements were extremely smooth.
Almost at the same moment, the usually powerful city lord burst into tears and grabbed his head for the ground: "General! The lower officials are all forced, they all have no choice! There is an eighty-year-old bedridden mother above me. I have children crying for food! Spare your life as a dog! Spare your life as a dog!"
The 1st regimental leader twitched the corners of his mouth in disgust and moved Erlang's legs. He was afraid that the other party would soil his boots. Unlike ordinary soldiers, cadres at the regimental level and above of the Datang Group were equipped with long leather boots. , instead of high-waisted leather shoes.
The adjutant standing next to him was almost happy. Looking at this posture, it was clear that the city lord was quite proficient in the business of begging for mercy. He probably practiced it a lot on weekdays, and might even have "participated in actual combat".
"I'm asking you! Have you ever harmed anyone?" Captain 1 looked down at the city lord kneeling at his feet and continued to ask.
"Those were all done by others! Those were all done by bandits outside the city! It has nothing to do with me! It has nothing to do with me! I am just a tax collector..." The city lord quickly passed the blame.
"It doesn't matter what you say! Someone will try you later, and whether you are guilty or not will all depend on your previous moral conduct." Captain 1 was noncommittal.
"It's really none of my business! I, I'm just greedy and greedy for a little money..." The city lord continued to plead: "General! Spare my life! I am willing to give you everything you get from greed. Give it all...give it all..."
"Stop bribing me with money! I'm different from you! If you really haven't done anything too embarrassing, you don't have to die if you don't want to." Although Captain 1 was disgusted, he also knew that there was an order to spare the life of the city lord. So that he could help deceive Zheng Guo.
So, he reluctantly pointed out a clear path to the kneeling Lord of the City: "Will you be a dog?"
"Yes! Yes! I am your dog! A dog!" The city lord kowtowed and quickly grabbed the last straw to save his life.
Looking at him like this, it is estimated that if necessary, he can imitate a few dog barks to prove his identity as a loyal dog.
"If you want to survive, remember two things. I will only say them once!" Captain 1 stood up: "First! Be obedient! Do the things assigned to you well!"
"Definitely! Definitely!" The city lord quickly knelt down and nodded.
"Second!" Captain 1 was already walking towards the door: "You are not a dog for me! You are not worthy of being a dog for me! Someone will be your master. Don't give that person a reason to kill you!"
"Yes! Yes!" Knowing that at least he would not have to die today, the city lord almost peed his pants, kowtowed again and sent the leader of the 1st regiment away.
After walking out of the gate, the 1st regiment leader looked at his adjutant: "When will the supplies be ready? When will the follow-up garrison troops come to take over? We have to hurry up and go to the next island!"
The adjutant nodded: "It will take time for the follow-up troops to land on the island... Our supplies also need to be replenished. You may not think that what we have lost the most... is only food, candy, tents and raincoats."
Captain 1 paused, then nodded: "Urgent! Let them hurry up."
"Okay." The adjutant nodded: "Fortunately we are here."
"Well, luckily we are here." Captain 1 nodded and left without looking back.
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