Chapter eight hundred and eighty fourth self-help breakout
The original Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade is a good example. He, Yang Ling, was not a good man and a believer. He already had a lot of blood on his hands and he didn't mind getting more.
Although it was already dark, Shiban Village was bustling with activity, with blazing torches and lit bonfires reflecting the red and slightly ferocious faces of hundreds of members of the Little Sword Society.
On more than a dozen wooden piles in front of the Shiban Village ancestral hall, fourteen guerrilla officers and soldiers whose clothes were stripped off were covered in blood and flesh, shivering in the cold wind, and already looked half-dead.
Around the ancestral hall, hundreds of men, women, and children gathered, with crazy looks on their faces, and they were cheering loudly.
A burly middle-aged man with a twenty-ring beard tied around his waist was waving his eyes coldly at a young junior who was kneeling on the ground in custody.
This young man had a bruised nose and a swollen face. He was only wearing a short coat in the winter. Although he was held down by two strong men, he still refused to bow his head.
"Boy from the Zhang family, why don't you hand over the food?"
The person who spoke was the middle-aged man with a beard, who was the leader of the branch of the Little Sword Club of this generation.
"Why should I leave the food I grow at home to you?" Although the young man was beaten, his tone was still strong at this moment.
"Our Xiaodao Club will protect you from being bullied by the little devils. You are living on the knife's edge. It is only natural that you hand over the food to us." The branch leader of the Xiaodao Club said coldly.
"Bah!" The young man broke into tears and said loudly: "You said you would protect us from being bullied by the Japs, but when the Japs come, where are you? My father was killed by the Japs, where are you?!
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The young disciple's question made the branch leader of the Little Sword Society hear this, a flash of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he snorted coldly: "You know nothing, if we hadn't led away the Japanese army, not to mention your father, the entire village
Everyone will suffer along with it!"
"No matter how you quibble, if you don't hand over the food, you are against our Little Knife Guild! You are an ungrateful white-eyed wolf!" The branch leader of the Little Knife Guild stood up and asked loudly to the people around him: "Everyone, tell me, for this
How to deal with such an ungrateful person!"
The people around him have been brainwashed by Xiao Daoji, and they are all shouting crazily and passionately: "Kill him, kill him, don't be such a white-eyed wolf!"
Seeing the noisy people around, the gang members of the Little Knife Association, and the more than ten guerrilla officers and soldiers who were tied to wooden stakes, they all showed unbearable expressions. They knew that this young man was finished.
However, they are now unable to protect themselves when the Ni Bodhisattva crosses the river. It is still unknown whether they can survive.
"Okay, I have decided that we cannot bypass this ungrateful white-eyed wolf, but we must obey the will of our ancestors! Ask our ancestors what I will do." The branch leader of the Little Sword Club loudly stopped everyone's commotion.
After hearing this, the young man's face turned pale. He knew what kind of treatment he would face. He was definitely dead.
The branch leader of the Little Sword Society quickly changed into a long robe, held a spell in his hand and recited it plausibly, carried out the pre-execution procedure, and called on the so-called ancestor to come and punish.
The surrounding people who were bewitched were very devout and silent, especially worshiping the branch leader of the Little Sword Society.
Seeing the charlatanism of the hall master with a knife, a guerrilla officer and soldier who was tied to a wooden stake used a sharp tile to gently cut the rope tied behind him while no one was paying attention.
Although guerrilla brother Sun Liang was covered in scars and pain, he still endured the severe pain and cut over and over again. This piece of tile was held in his hand when he was tied up, and now it has become the hope of living.
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But now the eyes of hundreds of people around the ancestral hall were attracted by the actions of the branch leader of Xiaodao Hui, and they did not notice the actions of guerrilla officer Sun Liang at all.
Soon, the wrists tied behind the wooden stakes loosened, and the rope finally broke after hours of cutting and grinding.
Sun Liang looked happy, and when no one was paying attention, he quietly left the wooden stake, walked to the side and untied the rope behind his brother. The scarred guerrilla officers and soldiers were very excited. Under the cover of night, they were rescuing themselves.
"What are you doing!"
When Sun Liang and the others were quietly untying the ropes of their companions, a knife-wielding gang member who was guarding them turned his head and noticed their movements.
When Sun Liang saw that his whereabouts were exposed, he rushed forward and threw the members of the Little Sword Club to the ground before the members of the Little Sword Club could react.
He had already seized the knife from his waist and stabbed it into the chest of the knife gang member. A fountain of blood spurted out all over his face.
After killing the gangsters of the Little Knife Society with lightning speed, Sun Liang held the bloody knife in his hand and hurriedly turned around to cut the brothers who were still tied up.
"They're going to run!"
The movement here at this moment caught the attention of many people. Seeing the actions of Sun Liang and the others, the Little Knife Club was so excited that they helped.
And their bearded branch leader was also furious and shouted: "We can't let them run away!"
In the eyes of the branch master of Xiaodao Hui, people like Sun Liang are just money, each worth one hundred thousand oceans.
Although Sun Liang and the others were starved for a day, beaten and cold, they were still people who came out on the battlefield. They cheered up and knocked over several knife-wielding gang members who came at them.
"Take him with you!"
The squad leader of the guerrillas seized the rifle of a member of the Small Knife Society, and fired a burst at the person who rushed towards him, knocking him over. He pointed to the brothers behind him at the young man who was being detained not far away.
They knew that if they left, this young man would definitely be executed by the members of the Little Knife Society, and they could not ignore him.
Several members of the Little Knife Club were knocked down in succession. The guerrilla squad leader fired at the people who came over, while several other brothers rushed over, dragged the young man up and ran away.
The sudden chaos and gunfire made the members of the Little Knife Club panic, especially after several people were shot and killed, they all ran around in fear.
"Blessed by my ancestors, I am invulnerable! Rush forward and catch them!"
Seeing that the guerrillas were about to break out of the encirclement, the branch leader of the Little Knife Club became anxious and shouted hurriedly.
Hearing his shouts, the confused gang members finally came to their senses and turned around and rushed over.
"withdraw!"
Seeing hundreds of people rushing towards them, the squad leader of the guerrilla team also knew that the situation was not good. A gun could not withstand it, and more than a dozen people ran out of the village in a panic.
The whizzing bullets kept passing by them, making the surrounding walls crackle. The guerrilla officers and soldiers supported each other and fled in confusion.
Fortunately, these people in the Xiaodao Society had very few guns, and their marksmanship was surprisingly bad. Although bullets were flying everywhere, the guerrilla officers and soldiers were not injured at all, and instead turned around and knocked several of them.