Zhang Heizi was very angry. He put the black muzzle of the gun on the head of the Japanese military doctor and shouted threats. However, the proud Japanese military doctor was unwilling to save people, and the situation fell into a stalemate for a while.
"Tell him that as long as I save Battalion Commander Meng, I can let them go." Yang Ling had to give in, hoping that the Japanese military doctors could save people.
During the more than ten years of bloody fighting with the Japanese, many brave officers and soldiers did not die on the raging battlefield, but died alive in the wounded barracks due to lack of medical treatment and medicine.
"Brother Hei, the battalion commander is in trouble—" a security battalion soldier who was taking care of Meng Fanggang shouted.
Zhang Heizi, the company commander of the security battalion, was so angry that he kicked over the Japanese military doctor who refused to bow his head, and hurried back to the seriously injured Meng Fanggang.
Meng Fanggang took great care of the officers and soldiers of the security battalion on weekdays. He often used his military salary to support soldiers whose families were in need, and he saved many lives during the war. Therefore, Zhang Heizi and the others had special respect for Meng Fanggang and even recognized him as their eldest brother.
At this moment, seeing the iron-bone Meng Fanggang lying there weakly, the officers and soldiers of the security camp could not help crying. However, they were not military doctors and could not save the life of their beloved commander.
"Brother, big brother, I am Heizi." Zhang Heizi grabbed Meng Fanggang's hand, his voice choked with sobs.
Meng Fan just opened his weak eyes and looked at Zhang Heizi who was bursting with snot and tears. He said in a weak voice: "Don't cry. A man bleeds but doesn't shed tears..."
"I won't cry, I won't cry," Zhang Heizi heard Meng Fanggang's lesson and stretched out his sleeves to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, but he couldn't wipe them away.
The officers and soldiers of the security battalion who were gathered together could not stop their tears from rolling down their faces, and their faces turned black and white, dirty, and full of grief.
"I'm dying...Don't beg the Japanese. They are invaders. We Chinese don't beg others..."
Meng Fangang's two-day hunger strike had exhausted the last strength in his body. Now he was seriously injured, and it was very difficult to speak intermittently.
"I have served as a soldier and fought in national wars in my life. I have killed many Japanese. Even if I die, I will make a profit. Don't cry." Meng Fanggang looked at Yang Ling and the others and said, "If I die, don't treat me as a traitor... Don't
Sell your life for the Japanese, otherwise...ahem...or I won't forgive you even if I die..."
"We are not traitors, we are fighting the Japanese!" Zhang Heizi and others replied with tears in their eyes.
When Meng Fan heard Zhang Heizi's words, he managed to squeeze out a smile of relief on his weak and pale face. His lips moved, but his voice had already weakened: "Okay..."
His lips wriggled and he wanted to say something, but the words he just said had exhausted all his strength, and his hands hung down feebly, lifeless.
"Brother!"
"battalion commander!"
The officers and soldiers of the surrounding security battalion saw their beloved battalion commander sacrificed like this. They couldn't bear it anymore and burst into tears. Zhang Heizi even threw himself on him and cried heartbreakingly.
The whole hospital for wounded soldiers suddenly burst into tears. Although Meng Fanggang, who would rather die than surrender, was only a grassroots officer in a vast anti-Japanese war army, he used his actions to tell the little devils that the Chinese would rather die than surrender.
"Bullshit medic! Bullshit!"
Meng Fanggang's sacrifice made the officers and soldiers of the security camp inconsolable. They were grieved and angry. They cried and threw themselves at the Japanese military doctors who were unwilling to rescue, and beat each other to vent their anger.
These Japanese military doctors were naturally proud and subconsciously resisted, and the two sides struggled and tore together.
At this moment, a wounded Japanese soldier who was still able to move was so frightened that he fired a hidden grenade.
There was a loud bang, and several officers and soldiers from the surrounding security battalion and two wounded Japanese soldiers were blown to pieces. The blood and minced meat splattered everywhere completely angered the Chinese soldiers in the ancestral hall.
"Young Japs! I'll kill you!" Zhang Heizi picked up a big knife on the ground and rushed forward, stabbing a wounded Japs soldier to the ground.
This wounded soldier who was stabbed over by a Japanese soldier was quite fierce. Although he grimaced in pain, he still struggled to resist with all his teeth and claws.
With a sharp slash of his sharp sword, a bloody gash was made in the belly of the wounded Japanese soldier. The angry Zhang Heizi slashed again with red eyes, and the little Japanese screamed in pain.
"Regimental deputy, look..." Seeing Zhang Heizi slashing the wounded Japanese soldiers with a knife, Wang Huzi and the others turned their attention to Yang Ling in unison.
Although Wang Huzi and the others hated the Japs and wanted to kill them all, they were still simple Chinese peasants at heart. When they saw Zhang Heizi and the others killing the Japs, they subconsciously wanted to stop them.
But before they could finish their words, the wounded Japanese soldiers lying in the ancestral hall may have realized that their lives were under threat. Several hidden grenades fired grenades and pounced on the nearest Chinese officers and soldiers.
The rumbling explosion splashed blood mist all over the ancestral hall. Although injured, these little devils still had wild beast-like light in their eyes launched a counterattack. They would rather die than take a few back.
"Fuck! Kill! Kill them all!"
Wang Huzi saw one of his brothers being ambushed by a Japs, with a bloody hole exploding in his stomach. His eyes suddenly turned red. He turned on the safety of his shell gun and rushed towards the wounded Japs.
The Japs' behavior offended these Chinese officers and soldiers, and the ancestral hall suddenly erupted with messy gunshots and the sound of bayonets piercing flesh. The brothers seemed to be possessed, roaring and hacking like crazy.
The Japanese soldiers are too arrogant and arrogant. If they are willing to bow their heads now, even if they are willing to surrender, the brothers will let them live. However, they are still arrogant and arrogant in such a situation, and the brothers will naturally not give them good consequences.
Yang Ling did not stop these brothers who were slashing madly. He knew that this was the battlefield, and the little devils were all sons of bitches. Only if you killed them ruthlessly, thoroughly, and until they were frightened would they obey you.
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The devils have a bad nature in their bones. Whoever beats them the hardest will be more likely to fawn over anyone. If someone talks about kindness and justice to them, they will find you easy to bully and look down on you.
This is also the reason why the little devils are still arrogant and arrogant to this day, because they feel that they are unconvinced by their defeat and it is not the Chinese army that defeated them.
After all, the wounded soldiers of the Japs paid a sufficient price for their arrogance and rampage. Zhang Heizi was holding a big knife dripping with sticky blood, and every brother was stained with minced meat.
In just one pack of cigarettes, the entire ancestral hall was already littered with corpses, and the brothers who were so bloodthirsty were still rummaging through the pile of corpses with knives to find the gasping Japanese soldiers.
After killing these Japanese soldiers who were unwilling to surrender, Zhang Heizi slumped powerlessly in the pile of corpses, covered his face and cried loudly.
Countless brothers in their security camp have died. Even if they kill all these devils, they cannot be saved. This is the cruel reality.
It was difficult to clean up the broken arms and legs stacked up in the ancestral hall. The brothers cleaned out the limbs of those brothers who had been dragged and killed by the Japanese, and burned the ancestral hall clean.
Yang Ling and the others raided Ruichang and blew up the Japs' weapons. Even the Japs in the Japs Hospital for Wounded Soldiers were not left behind. Although they won a great victory, those Japs who would rather die than bow down still made Yang Ling and the others feel a pang in their hearts.