The third uncle was so angry that he blew his beard and glared: "Mi Laowu, how dare you!?"
"There is nothing in this world that I, Mi Laowu, dare not do!" The muscles on Mi Laowu's face twitched, which was very frightening, and he said with a ferocious smile, "Third uncle, and all the uncles and brothers, you all have your eyes wide open.
Look, let’s see what kind of person I am!”
After saying this, Mi Laowu looked down at the blade again and turned his back to Nakagawa Xiangsi and said: "Sir, why is this knife curled? It's not sharp enough!"
"Baga, how can my Nakagawa family's ancestral sword be curled?" Nakagawa Xiangsi cursed, and then he walked forward unprepared, reaching out to take the saber in Mi Laowu's hand.
Soon after, Mi Laowu struck out with his backhand, and the sharp saber pierced the unsuspecting Nakagawa Xiangji's abdomen with ease.
Nakagawa Xiangji looked at the Chinese rural idler less than ten centimeters away from him with wide eyes and disbelief.
He never imagined that a seemingly scoundrel Chinese idler would have the guts to insert his ancestral sword into his belly.
Perhaps this was not enough, Mi Laowu suddenly twisted the handle of the knife.
There was a soft "click" sound that could be heard by the whole audience.
Nakagawa Koji, who could no longer feel the pain, had a look of death in his eyes. Others didn't know it, but he knew that his small intestine had been completely severed, and even a few pieces of cartilage in his abdominal cavity were still with him.
The only glimmer of hope was cut off.
"How's it going? Little Japan, am I very courageous?" Mi Laowu put his mouth to the ear of Nakagawa Xiangji, who was full of despair, and said softly.
Nakagawa Koji suddenly knelt down, holding the blade inserted in his belly with both hands, even though his hands were cut by the blade and blood flowed out.
Second Lieutenant Kōji Nakagawa, who was only twenty-one years old and a top student who graduated from the Japanese Army University and might become a general in the future, did not enjoy any benefits brought by "raising military rations" and died in a place where he could usually crush an ant.
Crushed to death in the hands of lazy Chinese rural people.
The sword he used was his own, a sword that had been passed down by his Nakagawa family for hundreds of years.
Really, very sharp!
This was the last thought that came to Second Lieutenant Nakagawa Koji's mind before he fell completely into darkness.
Silence, the entire sunbathing area fell into dead silence for a moment, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Not only were the folks in Mijiayu Village dumbfounded, but the Japanese soldiers around him couldn't believe it either.
Mi Laowu once again strangled the lifeless Nakagawa Xiangsi with his sword. After confirming that the Japanese second lieutenant who had killed the private school teacher with one knife was already dead, he smiled evilly at the whole village, young and old: "Wen
The gentleman is right, he is Chinese, but I, Mi Laowu, am also Chinese!"
"Baga!" A Japanese sergeant finally came to his senses, picked up his rifle and shot two shots into Mi Laowu's heart.
Mi Laowu immediately fell to the ground, but his wide-open eyes were still staring at Mi Dahu, and he said with a ferocious expression: "Mi Laoer, remember this for me. I, Mi Laowu, died to save your daughter.
From now on, you have to kneel down and burn paper for me every year...and offer incense..."
The voice gradually dropped until there was no sound anymore.
The Japanese sergeant who fired the gun strode over. The frightened medics examined Nakagawa Koji, who was lying on the ground with his eyes still staring blankly, for a long time, and could only announce the death of Second Lieutenant Nakagawa Koji with a depressed look.
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"Everyone is dead." The extremely angry Japanese military officer's eyes showed a layer of cruelty that cannot be described in words.
The sky turned suddenly gloomy, as if he didn't want to see such a tragic scene.
.......
Thirty minutes later, when Liu Lang, Chen Yunfa and Mo Maomao ran all the way and arrived from ten miles away.
The once peaceful mountain village has been plunged into flames.
The three strongest soldiers of the independent group, who were on full alert, walked into the village with serious expressions on their faces. Then, they all stood stunned.
Although Liu Lang had already imagined the worst case scenario when he saw the rising flames, even though Liu Lang had no chance of facing the brutality of the Japanese invaders.
But the moment he saw the tragic scene in front of him, Liu Lang was still stunned.
He was completely stunned.
The massacres of villages and households in the past are no longer just a cold set of numbers in history books, no longer just a vague but vague "On a certain day of a certain month of a certain year, how many people did the Japanese invaders massacre in my certain village?"
Everything in front of him was presented to Liu Lang with unprecedented reality.
It's just that it's too cruel.
The cruelty made Liu Lang, a tough soldier, feel so distressed that he could hardly breathe.
This is definitely a peaceful mountain village. Apart from the extreme silence, there is only the "crackling" sound of the flames devouring the houses. Apart from this, there is no other sound.
The people in the village are also there, but they are all hanging on the trees.
All the trees in the village are full of people, including old people, children, men and women.
They were hung like that, with blood streaming from the corners of their mouths. No one had their eyes closed. Their faces, which were distorted by the huge pain, all had their eyes wide open in anger, as if only in this way could they tell the sky how much pain they had experienced.
They had nothing to do with the world. They should have continued to live quietly and peacefully.
However, they are now hung like this, with ropes around their necks, hanging on the trees they planted with their own hands.
A gust of wind blew, and the leaves let out a heart-stopping whimper.
Liu Lang's hand suddenly clenched.
Liu Lang's cheeks suddenly bulged.
With a "click" sound, a big back tooth was bitten into pieces.
"Have you seen this?" Liu Lang suddenly turned around and looked at the two best special forces soldiers under his command.
"Sir, we saw it." Big tears welled up in Mo Xiaomao's eyes, but he still stood as tall as a pine tree and answered the fat man who questioned him with the greatest strength in his life.
"These are the Japanese, the real Japanese." Liu Lang returned his gaze to the corpses of the villagers who were hanging and swaying gently in the wind.
Kneel down suddenly.
No matter in his previous life or this life, except for his comrades who died in battle, Liu Lang never bowed his knees to anyone. But facing his compatriots who died tragically under the iron heel of the Japanese invaders, Liu Lang knelt down.
Faced with those gray-haired men and young-looking faces, as a soldier, Liu Lang had no choice but to kneel down.
Liu Lang's metallic voice could almost cut through the sky: "I, Liu Lang, swear to God, if someone who does such evil things is allowed to leave this mountain, he will never return to the south of the Great Wall again in this life. I, Liu Lang,
If the Kwantung Army is not made to pay a sufficient price, I will never return home in this life."
"I, Chen Yunfa, swear to God..."
"I, Mo Xiaomao, I swear to God..."
"Folks, I will use the Japanese heads as sacrifices for you, and then come and let you rest in peace." Liu Lang murmured, turned around suddenly, and turned around and left without hesitation.
A Japanese infantry squad five miles away from Liu Lang carried the body of their squad leader, along with the few plundered grains and seven young Chinese women who looked numb and lifeless, toward the police.
Walk to the station at Xifengkou Pass.
Yes, Mijia Yucun is not dead.
The cruel Japanese invaders chose to use the most cruel method to retaliate by hanging most of the villagers in Mijiayu Village, including babies, but left seven young women behind.
Seven young women will be sent to the Kwantung Army comfort station. Only in this way, Colonel Ningqing Nakagawa, who lost his nephew, may feel better.
The Japanese squad that hanged 115 people in Mijiayu Village had no idea what kind of murderer they had provoked. The furious Liu Lang once broke into a terrorist base thousands of miles away from his motherland and killed all the bases. But now
He is not just fighting alone, he is also accompanied by two of the best special forces of this era.
They were chasing the Japanese infantry squad, who were equally heavy-hearted but a bit animalistic and about to get excited at the top speed of armed cross-country.
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I would like to dedicate this chapter to all our compatriots in an unknown village near Changzhou, China during the Anti-Japanese War.
Yes, Fengyue is not a fabrication. Such tragedies have happened during the Anti-Japanese War. The cruel Japanese invaders treated you and my compatriots like this. To be honest, when Fengyue was checking the historical materials of the Anti-Japanese War, I saw such a story about a veteran of the Japanese invaders.
During the recording in the middle of the memoir, Feng Yue cried, with tears falling like rain. They should not be cold numbers in the long river of history. They are our ancestors. In those fourteen years, how much suffering they experienced! Book Friends
Guys, please remember that if you forget history, you will eventually repeat it.
Although that period of history is humiliating, we cannot forget it, and neither can our descendants.
Why do I always have tears in my eyes? Because I love this land deeply... Please allow me to end this chapter with this poem by Ai Qing. Because when I type the three words "cannot forget"
Sometimes, there are still tears in my eyes.
This chapter is not asking for subscriptions, monthly tickets, or rewards, but I am asking everyone not to forget it. No matter whether you read the original version or a pirated version, I just ask that you don’t forget it.