"Boss, have mercy on me, boss, have mercy on me." Facing the black muzzle of the gun, the black cripple who had been showing off his power just now was so frightened that he was almost alive. He kept kowtowing to Yang Ling and the others, praying for his life.
"You bitch traitor! If you don't want to be a good Chinese, you have to be a dog!" Seeing the black cripple who kept begging for mercy, Yang Dashu raised his foot and cursed and kicked him hard, causing the black cripple to scream.
Seeing the crippled black man being kicked and whining by Yang Dashu, Yang Ling waved his hand: "Okay, don't wait any longer, pull him out and kill him."
Yang Ling hated these traitors the most. The soldiers fought bloody battles at the front to resist the Japanese invaders. Instead of serving their country, they surrendered to the Japanese and led the Japanese plainclothes teams to massacre loyal people and commit crimes and sabotage in the rear. Killing such people ten thousand times would be considered lightly.
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In the area from Shanghai to Nanjing, many local gangsters were bribed by Japanese spies. The national army officers and soldiers killed the enemy on the front line, while they used lenses on the ground to guide the Japanese planes and bombed important facilities and military hiding places, resulting in
Many troops suffered heavy losses before they reached the front line.
The traitors helped the traitors and caused countless loyal soldiers and patriots to be massacred by the Japanese soldiers. Therefore, Yang Ling would never be merciful when a traitor killed another traitor.
Yang Dashu picked up the crippled black man who was kneeling and begging for mercy like a chicken, and carried him to the yard.
Seeing that his begging for mercy was in vain, the black lame man suddenly took out a knife from his arms and stabbed Yang Dashu with a fierce look in his eyes, hoping to kill Yang Dashu and escape.
boom!
Smoke erupted from the muzzle of Yang Ling's gun, and the black cripple was shot in the head. At such a close distance, a hole was punched in his head. Red and white were mixed with blood and flowed out. The hand holding the knife was weak.
Let go and fall to the ground with a clang.
Yang Dashu looked at the knife that fell to the ground, and then looked at the black cripple in his hand. He broke into a cold sweat, cast a grateful look at Yang Ling, and angrily grabbed the black cripple in his hand and threw it into the yard: "
I'll beat you to death, you bitch traitor!"
When he saw Yang Dashu, a lame black man who had fallen into the yard, he was particularly angry. He chased after him and kicked him hard several times, cursing angrily.
In the house, Su Er was still lying on the corpses of his father and mother, howling heartbrokenly. Tears flowed down his cheeks and wet the skirt of his clothes. In an instant, he was separated from his father and mother.
It's different from a head-on blow.
Looking at the grief-stricken young people, these soldiers with withered faces felt as if a stone was weighing on their hearts. As soldiers, they should protect their families and the country, but they could do nothing to see their own people die at the hands of the Japanese.
, they felt shameless to face these dead people.
"Damn you little devils! We will kill them all one day!" Someone vented their anger and cursed.
Some people pulled their hair and frowned: "We didn't offend them. They didn't stay at home. Why did they come to our country to beat us?"
Yang Ling couldn't answer the soldiers' questions, because it involved all aspects. It would be useless for these illiterate soldiers to explain to them. He only had one sentence: "You all live well, fight the Japanese alive, and avenge this blood revenge."
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"Little brother, there is no resurrection for dead people, please forgive me and accept the change." Looking at the two people killed by the Japanese, Yang Ling felt heavy.
It was okay for Yang Ling not to speak. When he spoke, it was like detonating a barrel of explosives. Su Er looked at Yang Ling with red eyes and rushed over. He roared with his teeth and claws, and smashed his fists at Yang Ling: "You soldiers
What's the use! Just freeloading! Fight the Japanese! Go fight the Japanese!"
Seeing Su Er punching and kicking Yang Ling, Yang Dashu hurriedly pulled him away and cursed angrily: "Why are you so crazy? We are not the ones who killed your parents. Why are you beating our company commander?"
If you want revenge, go find the Japanese!"
"It's you. If you don't run away, the Japanese won't come, and my parents won't die. You killed my father and my mother!" Su Er screamed and struggled like crazy.
"Let him go and let him fight. He is right. If we defend Shanghai, his parents will not die." Yang Ling looked at the young man whose eyes were red from crying and scolded Yang Dashu.
Yang Dashu angrily let Su Er go, and Su Er collapsed on the ground. Looking at these blood-stained national soldiers, he held his head and cried helplessly, and finally cried until he had no tears left.
"When you're done crying, pick up a gun and fight the Japanese with us to avenge your parents!" Looking at Su Er who was crying helplessly, Yang Dashu threw a captured 38 rifle into his arms.
Yang Ling did not stop Yang Dashu's behavior. This was an era of broken mountains and rivers, and it was also an era of suffering. The Japanese invaders were ferocious, the country was lost, and Suzhou had fallen. Instead of letting this young man live in sorrow, it would be better to let him
He took up arms to fight against the invaders and avenge his dead parents.
Holding the heavy rifle in his hand, Su Er's eyes flashed with hatred. He stood up and rushed out of the house to seek revenge against the Japanese.
"What are you doing?" Yang Dashu saw Su Er holding a gun and was about to walk out of the house, and hurriedly grabbed him.
"Kill the Japanese to take revenge!"
"Kill you, can you shoot?"
When Su Er said this to Yang Dashu, he suddenly realized that he couldn't use a gun. He raised his head and said stubbornly: "You can kill people without shooting!"
Seeing Su Er's gleaming light of hatred, Yang Dashu was so stared at that his heart went crazy: "If you don't shoot this guy, I'm afraid the Japanese will kill you first before you kill him."
"Follow us, and I will teach you how to shoot. Then you can kill the Japanese yourself and avenge your parents!"
"Yes, you can't kill the Japanese if you rush out like this. If you want to take revenge, you have to learn how to shoot. Platoon Leader Yang can teach you." Other soldiers also agreed, but he was blinded by hatred and went out to die.
"Okay, as long as you teach me how to shoot, I'll go with you -" Su Er was silent for a while before speaking.
"Hey, that's right." Seeing that Su Er no longer stubbornly wanted to seek revenge against the Japanese, Yang Dashu grinned.
"What's your name?"
"Su Er"
"Okay, Brother Su, do you know where our people are nearby?" Yang Dashu asked seriously.
After Yang Ling and others safely rescued regimental deputy Liu Ming and others, they did not stop their actions. Instead, they searched the city for the scattered stragglers, hoping to rescue one more one.
These are all brothers who fought bloody battles with the Japanese in Shanghai. They are all veterans. Now they are scattered in the city to fight guerrillas with the Japanese. It is a last resort. Yang Ling hopes to gather them and twist them into one force.
Yang Ling has the ability to turn his hands into clouds and rain every day. He just hopes to do his part for this country and this nation. He can save as many people as he can. These veterans will be the backbone of the future war of resistance.
They will be the backbone. If one more is saved, the country will have more hope, and fewer of the new recruits in the army will die.