Chapter 1071: Life and death depend on each other [Ending 107]
"Hey, there is a woman there..."
"Speed, catch them alive..."
"Stop, don't run..."
When the Japanese soldiers saw Zhong Qing, they chased her in her direction...
For these beastly people, meeting a woman in this place is an extremely lucky thing.
The Japanese troops, who had been searching urgently, immediately became excited.
Everyone shouted in Japanese.
"Flower girl... I've caught you, but you need to deal with it properly..."
"It's really not in vain... Please don't shoot, you must live..."
"It's boring to die..."
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In an instant, all those people ran away with Zhong Qing.
Yi Jian and Xu Ang, who had stayed behind, slowly came to their senses.
When I woke up, what had happened?
Yi Jian just felt that his breathing was getting faster and faster, and his body was getting weaker and weaker. His eyes were always staring in the direction Zhong Qing was leaving, as if he was about to spit out fire!
He is not a fool, and it is not that he has not seen how cruelly the Japanese treated Chinese women. Some women were captured and could not be rescued at all. Even if they were rescued, they would either go crazy or die.
They don't treat these women as human beings, they treat them as objects to vent their animal desires and humiliate them.
It was like a group of people gathered around to watch. After one person bullied me, another person bullied me. Even the Japanese would laugh and make some cruel jokes because of these things.
Only the women were left, screaming miserably.
That kind of scream, as if it came from hell, made people tremble in their hearts.
With hatred and despair.
There were even places occupied by the Japanese army that would send a number of women there every day. Otherwise, they would go on a killing spree. When there was no other way, some people would be kidnapped one after another, and then, massacres would take place.
Some of it is gone forever.
Some even willingly followed the Japanese and became comfort women in order to protect their compatriots, but most of them were bullied to death or died of illness.
Yi Jian's fists gradually clenched.
No need to think about it, he also knew that Zhongqing could not escape. She was a delicate little girl who had always been protected and doted on by him. How could she escape?