This middle-aged man was Major General Bai Yingliao, the commander of the First Armored Division. After hearing what the old man said, Bai Yingliao's face darkened and he ordered the soldiers behind him: "Go tell Battalion Commander Liu that I will only give him twenty."
Minutes, bring me all the two-legged beasts from the village ahead."
"Yes" the soldier immediately took the order and left.
Dozens of armored personnel carriers were soon separated from the convoy and drove quickly towards the village in front. After a while, dozens of armored vehicles quickly surrounded the village, the doors opened, and hundreds of fully armed soldiers rushed out of the vehicles and headed toward the village.
The villagers rushed in, and soon there were bursts of exclamations and curses in the village, and there was a chaotic scene everywhere.
Bai Yingliao raised his wrist and looked at the time with a majestic face from time to time. Twenty minutes passed quickly. When the soldiers came to Bai Yingliao with more than 300 men, women, old and young from the rural reclamation regiment in the village,
Most people were trembling with fear when they saw the countless murderous soldiers standing next to them and the black muzzles of their guns.
Bai Yingliao turned around and asked the old man: "Old man, please point out who the beast is that killed your son."
"It's him, he's one of those people." The old man pointed tremblingly at the few people hiding behind the crowd.
Bai Yingliao looked in the direction where the old man was pointing. It turned out to be an old Japanese man in his fifties. Behind him were two young Japanese men of seventeen or eighteen years old. Judging from their appearance, they
The two young men were obviously the same kind as the old man. The old man was wearing wooden clogs unique to the Japanese and an old-style Japanese military uniform, which looked a bit nondescript.
Bai Yingliao waved his hand, and three soldiers immediately escorted the old man and the three people in front of Bai Yingliao. Seeing the soldiers in front of them pointing at the black holes of their guns, the two young men were obviously panicked, with expressions in their eyes.
He also showed a hint of timidity.
The old man was different, but Bai Yingliao saw a hint of signs from his eyes, the calluses on his hands, and his inadvertent movements. This old man had been a soldier and had killed more than one person. Thinking of this, Bai Yingliao's eyes
He couldn't help but reveal a murderous intention.
"They were the ones who robbed my family's fields. My son went to argue with them, but they killed my son. These beasts must die a good death."
Looking at the old man squatting on the ground with his head in his hands, the murderous intent in Bai Yingliao's eyes became even stronger. His voice suddenly became very calm, and he asked the old Japanese man with a smile: "Is that so?
"
The old Japanese man was much better than the two sons beside him. He pretended to be calm and said calmly in a weird tone: "You Chinese people are really..."
There was a crisp sound of "pop", and before the old Japanese man could finish speaking, the soldier next to him roughly hit his head with the butt of his rifle, and a stream of bright red blood immediately flowed down.
"Haha" Bai Ying laughed, but the smile was cold, "You are very brave, you dare to call me a Chinese in front of me. Well, I can see that you are the kind of person who feels very good about himself.
You are still calm and composed until now, so I would like to invite you to try our Chinese methods."
After Bai Yingchao finished speaking, he turned around and gave some instructions to the soldiers behind him. The sergeant in charge showed a bloodthirsty and excited look in his eyes. He led four soldiers to tie up the two sons of the old Japanese man.
They stood on a big tree on the side of the road. They tied their hands behind their backs and faced the tree. Under them, they set up a wooden stick about one meter long, the size of a baby's fist, with one end pointed upwards.
, rubbed into the buttocks of the two people. Now that their hands were tied, the two of them could only support themselves with their feet. However, since their bodies were tied to the tree and could not move, they could only let their bodies slide down gradually. If their feet
If it cannot be supported, the sharpened wooden stick will be slowly inserted from the lower body to the throat. The characteristic of this method of death is that it will not kill the person immediately, but will make the person die slowly in despair.
Bai Yingchao turned to look at the old man who had turned gray in an instant and said with a sneer: "We have a very common name for this kind of death, which is called ecstasy. How about it, it's very vivid, I'll tell you
, If you want to play tricks on me, your little Japan is still far behind."
"Woo"
Seeing the two sons who were tied to the tree making inhuman howls due to the severe pain, the old Japanese man's originally determined expression finally collapsed. He roared and was about to rush over, but was stopped by him again.
The soldier hit him to the ground with the butt of his rifle, and the blood was flowing on his forehead. "Baga, you Chinese people, just kill if you want. Why torture us like this? Just give us a good time if you want to kill."
"Haha" Bai Yingliao smiled ferociously, "When you came to China to kill people, set fire, wipe out silver and loot, why didn't you think of letting our innocent people go? Why have you killed so many people in China these years?
It's fun, it's fun to be bullied, but you have all forgotten that there is an old saying in China, good and evil will be rewarded in the end. From today on, your good days are over."
After finishing speaking, Bai Yingchao waved to the soldier next to him, "Come here, let the three father and son reunite and go on the road together."
Immediately, two soldiers came over and allowed the old Japanese man to enjoy the same treatment as his two sons.
Listening to the inhuman screams of the three people on the roadside and the vicious and tortured death methods that they had never even dreamed of in peacetime, the kind villagers on the roadside turned their heads one after another, not daring to look at this
It was a cruel scene. On the other side, the immigrants from the Japanese Reclamation Corps all collapsed to the ground in fear.
Bai Yingliao sighed slightly in his heart, "We Chinese people are still too kind. People have driven you out of your homes and robbed you of the land that originally belonged to you, but now you can't bear to see this.
The evildoers shall be punished as they deserve.”
Walking to the old man's side, Bai Yingliao pointed to the village in front with a smile, "Old man, you can move back to your original home now. These little devils will never come back in this life."
"Is this true?" The old man and the villagers behind him couldn't believe their ears. Can their homes really be returned?
"Of course, I promise." Bai Yingchao nodded. Looking at the villagers who dropped their hoes and ran towards the village desperately, a knowing smile appeared on Bai Yingchao's face.
Jinzhou, which had just been recaptured, was still filled with the choking smell of gunpowder smoke, collapsed ruins, and broken rocks everywhere. Some surviving residents were digging hard through the rubble of their homes, hoping to find out
Some useful things came out. Rows of temporary tents were set up in the open space on the street for the refugees who lost their houses due to the war. There were people nearby distributing food. Of course, due to limited conditions, only some simple supplies could be provided in limited quantities.
food.
A light green jeep was driving through the rubble-filled streets, with a Chajun license plate of 0096 hanging on the front bumper. Well, cars with Chahar license plates are not unusual here, but driving
The driver was a blond and blue-eyed foreign girl wearing a Chahar Army uniform without a military rank, which was a bit strange.
Well, this blond and blue-eyed foreign girl is Alice. As a practitioner of current affairs news, Alice has always spared no effort to grab the news. She relied on her friendship with Chief Su to let Su Tong from the seventh position.
The theater headquarters allocated a jeep and a pass to her. With this pass, Alice felt like a fish in water in the war zone. She also won many first places in the first time.
She was praised by the Washington Post headquarters for her first-hand information, and now she has become the Washington Post's chief correspondent in Asia.
Today, she hurried to Jinzhou again, hoping to enter the Fengtian battle area to get first-hand information.
Alice drove the car to the door of a three-story Haozai Lai Hotel, which is where most reporters currently gather.
"Hey Alice." Alice had just parked the car and immediately heard a voice next to her calling her name loudly.
Alice got out of the car and said happily: "Hello, Victoria, are you here too?"
Victoria is a reporter for the London Daily News. She has dark brown hair, a high nose, snow-white skin, dark eyes, and a typical Saxon Mongolian appearance. Alice and this British reporter
Having interacted with him several times, he is now a relatively familiar colleague.
Victoria ran over and took Alice's hand and said happily: "Alice, we are discussing how to enter the Fengtian war zone to obtain first-hand information. I know you have great powers, please help us think of a way."
Alice shook her head, "Victoria, what can I do if you can't do anything about it?"
"Come on," Victoria curled her lips, "Don't pretend to be me. You're driving a car with a license plate from the 7th Theater Command and wearing their standard military uniform. I think you won't be awarded a military rank. If you can't help it,
Who believes it?”
Alice's fair oval face turned red, and she suddenly looked a little unnatural. She did have many privileges that other reporters did not have. With the Class C pass signed by Su Tong in her pocket, she could indeed travel freely in many military zones.
During the interview, what I just said was indeed a bit unintentional."
Fortunately, Victoria didn't delve into it. After all, in the reporter's profession, who doesn't have some channels of their own? Alice can get these things because she has the ability, and it's really hard for others to say anything.
"Let's go, Alice, there are many colleagues here." After Victoria said this, she pulled Alice back and forth. Alice couldn't help but smile bitterly, and took out a military backpack from the carriage before walking inside with Victoria.