The two Japanese soldiers standing at the gate of the courtyard were not particularly vigilant as expected, holding rifles and scanning the dim alley. Instead, they both had their rifles on their backs and held a torch in one hand. One of them even had something on his mouth.
Holding a Japanese cigarette.
Obviously, although the gunshots and cannons rang out everywhere in the city and outside the city made them anxious, in this area where there were only Chinese civilians, they had nothing to fear. They kept smashing open the door of the house and drove them like pigs and sheep, with almost no resistance.
The Chinese civilians' sense of accomplishment has lowered their vigilance to the lowest point.
Here, they are the highest level of the food chain.
After hearing the loud reply from the Japanese soldier in the room, the Japanese soldier put down his worries and threw a cigarette to another companion. He looked at the private who did not catch the cigarette because of his sight and looked for Weiweiyile on the ground, and then tilted his head to smoke.
The torch lit his cigarette, and in the dim light of the fire, the Japanese soldier took a greedy puff of his cigarette. The smoke and fire, as well as the dark faces under the military hats, gave him a sense of vicissitudes after the war.
However, just after he swallowed the cigarette and circulated half a circle in his lungs, before all his lungs could feel the charm of the cigarette, a strong hand touched the back of his neck.
The palms are very warm, especially in the already cold late autumn northern nights.
At that moment, the sense of vicissitudes of life was completely replaced by huge fear. The muscles on the face of the Japanese first-class soldier were so twisted that it made people feel scared.
There is someone behind you, and he is an enemy.
Instinctively, the hair on the Japanese first-class soldier's body suddenly stood up, and his whole body stiffened suddenly.
However, his reaction was obviously too slow, even though this first-class private who had been in the army for at least three years was considered a veteran.
His big hands, which are almost among the top five in the entire independent regiment's individual combat capabilities, can crush pecans, the hardest fruit in the mountains, with one hand. As the broad palm suddenly exerts force, five fingers as thick as carrot heads tighten suddenly.
, the fragile cervical spine made a soft "click" sound, and was completely crushed to pieces.
Not only was the spinal nerve shattered, causing the Japanese soldier to completely lose control of his body and even his throat could not make a sound, a cold and cold military thorn came out directly from the skull, directly destroying the last vestige of life of the Japanese first-class soldier.
His eyes became dull, and before he could exhale, the green smoke spurted out from the corners of his mouth and nostrils with the last breath of his life.
Before the torch in his hand fell down, a palm quietly grasped the weak hand of the Japanese first class soldier again.
Then, heavy footsteps sounded.
Of course it would be heavy, because the footsteps were caused by the weight of two people, not the Japanese army-style cowhide boots studded with iron nails.
He pinched the Japanese soldier's cervical spine with one hand, and his strong arm strength allowed the Japanese soldier's corpse to hang at least ten centimeters in the air. Only in this way could the short Japanese soldier block Diao Ye, who was far above him and stuck behind the Japanese soldier's corpse.
It doesn't need to be blocked for a long time, maybe just a second is enough.
The Japanese private who had previously dropped his cigarette to the ground because he failed to catch it had just found the cigarette by the light of the torch. When he looked up, he saw a veteran walking towards him one meter away.
However, in the dim firelight, not only his body looked extremely strange, but his face was also a bit strange.
He could even see a black and sharp object stuck to the veteran's forehead.
What is that? The private wanted to remind the veteran.
Then, he saw the veteran rushing toward him.
What did he want to do? There was no time to think about the reason. Out of respect for the veterans, the private's first thought was to open his arms.
It's not to meet good friends, but because as a new recruit, he can't let his seniors fall down like this! The Japanese army's strict hierarchy allowed the new recruits to make the most correct choice.
So, he also died.
Just when he saw the veteran's dead face clearly and felt inexplicable panic in his heart, the military spike suddenly pulled out from the Japanese soldier's head pierced his open chest as fast as lightning as he prepared to shout loudly.
Mouth.
The cold spurs knocked out his front teeth and broke his uvula, which made a sound before it had time to tremble, then passed through the gums, penetrated the brain, and passed through the back of the head.
Like a fish whose gills were pierced by a willow leaf but was not completely dead, the Japanese private's body twisted violently and tried to flop, but the heavy veteran's corpse was pressing him down. His only two feet wearing cowhide boots were twitching and making noises with the ground.
Some "pop-pop" sounds.
But obviously, this little noise was not enough to attract the attention of the two Japanese soldiers in the house who were a little nervous looking at the horrific corpse in the coffin.
Of course, perhaps, they were burned by the incense candles offered to Chinese drunkards and did not hear it!
After listening to the movement in the house, the ne'er-do-well man who killed two Japanese soldiers as quickly as possible grinned with satisfaction. Apparently he was quite satisfied with his silent hunting operation.
The bodies of both of them were supported by the idiot man who had been sticking behind the Japanese first-class soldier. Ten seconds later, until the Japanese soldier was completely trembling, the idiot man gently placed the two corpses on the ground.
He slowly pulled out the bloody military spurs and wiped them clean on the khaki uniforms of the Japanese army.
The military assassination with the strong smell of blood is not conducive to the next assassination. The idiot man who has experienced setbacks and cruel wars is no longer the kind-hearted mountain king in the mountains. If he is put back to be a bandit,
Boss, rich people within a hundred miles can be robbed by him and lose their pants.
Even the Japanese may have to change their name to Umekawa Neiku.
Inside the house, the two Japanese soldiers looked at each other, and with the joy of capturing prey, they approached the door of the east wing.
Two meters, one meter, half a meter, Guan Surou's unique determination flashed in her eyes. The eighteen-year-old girl stabbed her hatchet hard in the direction of the enemy.
A full blow without leaving any room. This sword used at least 70% of the strength of an eighteen-year-old girl.
Under such a nervous and fearful mood, the girl could still unleash most of her strength without being stiff and sluggish. She was already much stronger than 90% of the people in the world, whether they were men or women.
Even many recruits who first entered the battlefield were not as good as her.
Guan Surou did not hold back. Her purpose was never to kill the Japanese and escape, she just wanted to die with the enemy. Being able to kill one of them in front of two strong and ferocious enemies was actually a luxury.
.
At least, this is how the girl's resistance seemed to the Japanese soldier. He could hear more and more clearly the unsuppressed rapid breathing of the person hiding next to the door. It was very rapid but not rough. It belonged to a woman.
breathe.
He could completely understand the nervousness of the Chinese woman, and perhaps, she would still resist. Of course, in the eyes of the Japanese soldiers, this prey would still be like those who cried and howled, but became silent the moment the shining bayonet approached.
, and then drive away like pigs and sheep.
These are the humble Chinese people. They are afraid of death and are bound to usher in more deaths. The Japanese superior soldiers, who are almost obsessed with the power of their bayonets, do not even hold their guns, but just hold up torches and prepare to enter the house to catch their prey.
So, he stayed.
He stared blankly at the hatchet inserted into his abdomen.
In the dim light of the torch, a hatchet with a blade width of four centimeters was inserted into his lower abdomen through the khaki military uniform. Shanxi's hatchets were originally pointless, but Guan Surou, who wanted to protect herself a few years ago,
It took half a month of hard work on the whetstone to grind it into a sharp point. It can not only split thick wood, but also pierce the bodies of jackals, tigers and leopards.
Guan Surou, who stabbed the little devil with all her strength from the door, was also stunned. She didn't expect that she would hit the little devil with one strike. This was so simple. She even forgot that she still had to hold it.
The handle of the hatchet was violently stirred, breaking the little devil's intestines.
Junshan Biwatari didn't expect that he would be hit by a knife. Before approaching the door, he had already thought about what kind of attacks he would encounter, but he didn't take it to heart. With his reaction, all the attacks from the Chinese would be hit by him.
into pieces.
Could it be that he was dazzled? He shook his head violently. The Japanese soldier's eyes, which were dizzy due to severe pain, suddenly opened wide. He was not dazzled. The knife was inserted into his stomach, and the handle of the knife was covered in black.
Huhu people are holding it.
"Eight..." Junzan Biwatari just shouted out, before he could even finish the traditional lines.
After finally reacting, Guan Surou suddenly twisted the hand holding the hatchet, and finally completed her previous plan.
A burst of intense pain drained all the strength of the Japanese soldier, and he knelt on the ground with a plop. While spitting out blood, he couldn't understand why he had lost the agility to dodge a knife.
Yes, he could obviously dodge the knife. Although the knife came out very quickly, he should have been wary!
"Shit" the private was also in disbelief. When he saw his senior private kneeling down like this, he realized that his senior was killed by a despicable Chinese.
Moreover, it was still so humiliating, kneeling in front of a short and thin Chinese man.
"Baga! Dead, dead." He shouted while picking up the gun in his hand, and pointed the gun at Guan Surou, who was smiling without any fear anymore.
He ignored the threats coming from behind.
What's even more terrible is that when the "dong dong" footsteps sounded behind him, he also made a mistake that all recruits like to make.