It is not that China has not experienced tragic killings in its history. After five centuries of chaos, China was completely empty, and tens of millions of Han people were massacred. When the Manchus entered the country, there were more than ten recorded massacres.
It is said that more than 8 million civilians were killed. But even the Mongolian cavalry that swept through Central and West Asia and almost killed the northern Han people and massacred more than 18 million Han people, compared with the crazy islanders, could only lag behind.
According to public information, during the eight-year Anti-Japanese War, Chinese military and civilian casualties exceeded 35 million. Based on the environment and statistical methods at the time, many historians do not fully recognize this data. If 35 million can be counted, then the vast China
There must be a lot more innocent souls sleeping on the earth than people imagine.
What's more, the eight-year war of resistance is actually not accurate. To be precise, the war started from the day the Japanese set foot on Chinese soil. Even the Ministry of Education seventy years later is ready to correct its mistakes.
The "eight-year war of resistance" that has been used for decades was changed to the fourteen-year war of resistance.
For fourteen years, from the cold Northeast to the hot Guangzhou, except for a few areas with high mountains and dense forests, the iron heel of the Japanese army was everywhere.
Regarding the evaluation of the Japanese army, after World War II, both the West and the East praised their tactical qualities, but their almost inhuman behavior and crazy Bushido spirit among ordinary people in the occupied areas of various countries were extremely despised.
It is an extremely mentally deformed army, which is extremely rare in the history of world civilization.
It can be said that most wars in the world are conquered by killing, but Japan alone uses killing for fun.
Whether it was cutting open the belly of a pregnant woman and holding the baby on the tip of a bayonet for a photo or whether two low-level officers bet on the number of heads in the Nanjing Massacre, this beastly army that has dehumanized has been nailed to the shame of world history.
On the pillar.
Historical books rarely use pen and ink to describe in detail how the warring parties dealt with each other's prisoners of war on the battlefield, especially female prisoners of war.
But even if Liu Lang was thinking with his buttocks at this moment, he also knew why the Japanese military sergeant took a fancy to the position he chose. It was not because he was ashamed and wanted to find a cover, but because it could provide a little wind protection, and even whether it was completely protected from the wind.
Burnt wood can be used for heating.
Obviously, the little devil is in a state of semen right now and is ready to act like a beast.
No matter how bestiality flourishes, it is still uncomfortable to feel the wind blowing against your buttocks. The Japanese military sergeant still retains the human pursuit of a better life.
Looking at the ruins in front of him, Ji Yanxue's formerly lively eyes showed a layer of deathly gray.
Ji Yanxue had been in despair from the moment she was captured by the Japanese army, and now she has fallen into the abyss of despair. She knew what fate was waiting for her at the end of the ruined walls.
The flames jumping in the eyes of several Japanese soldiers made her deeply hate why she had to hide there. If she was torn into pieces by the shells, it would be much better than being insulted by these beasts and turning into a broken female corpse.
The already numb prisoners were agitated for a while, but under the black muzzle of the mounted machine gun, the commotion was quickly suppressed by the few Japanese soldiers who were left on guard with rifle butts and bayonets.
Ji Yanxue could only sob in a low voice and her eyes were lifeless as the sergeant pulled him step by step towards the abyss with a cruel smile.
Soon, the desperate Ji Yanxue saw the most unimaginable scene in her life.
Many years later, when her young great-grandson pestered her and begged her to tell her about the great achievements of her heroic grandfather in fighting the Japanese, Ji Yanxue, who was already over 10 years old, would still have a trace of blush on her face that was stained by time.
No matter how great his achievements were, no matter how he was a national hero, in fact, they could not compare to that super-fat figure who jumped crazily out of the shell crater at that dusk moment that was about to sink into the night.
That is, her hero.
Yes, every woman has a hero of her own in her dreams.
Liu Lang never thought about being someone's hero.
Especially when this female soldier looks shameless and has no breasts. In the new society, we can only use the word "blind flow" to describe her.
Liu Lang didn't have much time to think about whether to do it or not. The moment the sergeant holding the female prisoner passed by, he used all his strength and jumped up.
The jump was not very high, but it was enough for Liu Lang to hook his hands on the neck of the sergeant who had not yet reacted. With his huge weight, he made a sharp move with both hands, causing the general's head to move 360 degrees in its original position.
Then he pulled out the bayonet hanging from the sergeant's waist and stabbed it in the mouth of a Japanese soldier who had just nodded and bowed to the sergeant and raised his head. At the same time, the horrified and wide-mouthed shouts were blocked in his throat.
inside.
When the sharp bayonet penetrated his throat and passed through the back of his head, his shouting could only become a permanent memory of the twitching body on the ground before sinking into the darkness.
The other Japanese soldier who had already reacted reacted very quickly. He shouted while removing the Type 38 rifle hanging from his shoulder, and stabbed Liu Lang's broad chest with the shining bayonet.
You still have to pull the bolt when shooting. One second is enough to distinguish between life and death when the two sides are fighting. At such a time, it is simpler and more direct to use a bayonet. The well-trained Japanese army made the right choice, that is, they have received the most advanced training in modern times.
Liu Lang, who underwent rigorous special forces training, also wanted to give this lowest-level Japanese soldier a thumbs up. This is definitely synonymous with elite.
However, although the Republic's once-defensive sword was in poor health, killing people did not rely solely on strength.
In Ji Yanxue's horrified eyes, the Japanese noncommissioned officer who jumped up like crazy and killed two Japanese soldiers in a row just made a mistake in his steps, turned his body slightly to one side, and the sharp bayonet grazed his fat body and pierced the air fiercely.
The ancients said that a slight difference can make a thousand miles difference. What they mean is that a tiny error will lead to a big mistake. But on the battlefield where life and death are at stake, making a mistake means that your life is at stake and there will be no chance to correct it.
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What would be the consequences of the impact of the fragile balls and the hard-bone knees against each other? Even the female soldier on the side who had never known the pain of screaming her eggs would feel that it would hurt to death.
Therefore, with a muffled sound that made one's teeth aching, the brave and elite soldier's body twisted strangely and died in silence.
It wasn't that the soldiers didn't want to scream miserably to remind themselves of the tremendous pain they were suffering. At the same time as the collision, the fat man sealed his mouth and nose with his fat palms.
The weird and violent twisting calmed down in a short time.
"It's okay." Liu Lang turned around and smiled at the frightened little girl.
Looking at the familiar big face with white teeth, Ji Yanxue's mind went blank.