The sound of the gunshot made Lai Youmao instantly feel cold. Even Ogura Guixiu looked confused. I clearly didn't pull the trigger, so why did the bullet shoot out inexplicably?
This is the troublesome thing about the Southern Type 14 pistol. It often jams when you want to shoot. When you don't want to shoot, the gun doesn't know which nerve is going wrong, and it goes off the gun.
After the gunshot, everyone including Ogura Guihide was stunned, and then quickly looked in the direction of the gun, and saw Wan Qiangui looking at his chest in disbelief, with blood and blood spurting out.
The rapidly disappearing strength told him that he had been shot.
Wan Qiangui covered his chest with his hands and said with difficulty: "What a stupid little devil." Then he slowly fell down on the wheels of the carriage.
"His father!" A woman's shrill cry woke everyone up. It was Xiaoshui's mother who started wailing after seeing the miserable situation of Wanqiangui.
At this time, the villagers present felt like they were in a panic. Some were shouting angrily, while others were crying and looking for a place to hide. The scene immediately became chaotic.
But at this time, Wan Laifu roared angrily: "Kill this little Japanese." After saying that, he rushed towards Ogura Guixiu.
When he was slapped by Ogura Guihide, he actually felt a little scared. Apart from talking about trivial matters in his life, he was never a tough person. He just went up to fight because he lost his face. Later, he looked at the muzzle of the gun.
When he pointed at his forehead, his mind went blank and he was so scared that he peed his pants.
However, when he saw his cousin, the backbone of the village, being shot, he had forgotten what it meant to be afraid. All he had was anger and a passion he had never felt before.
After all, Ogura Guihide was just an artillery commander. Seeing the out-of-control scene, he was a little helpless and panicked. When he saw the old farmer he had despised before, staring at the blood-red eyes, gritting his teeth and rushing forward with all his strength, he felt unreasonable in his heart.
A hint of fear, raising your hand is a shot.
This time the Nanbu pistol was considered normal. The shot hit Wan Laifu directly in the stomach, but Wan Laifu continued to charge with his fist as if he was not hit.
Ogura Guihide then fired the second shot, the third shot...
At this time, Lai Youmao had completely calmed down. It was time to make a decision. His inquiring eyes were not looking at Ogura Guixiu, whose face was still pale under the setting sun. He was looking at that person.
Commander Cao of the Japanese army, this man was the first commander when a battle broke out.
But the actions of that Japanese leader Cao informed his decision.
At this time, the Japanese leader Cao was already holding a 38 rifle with a bayonet drawn from the cart. When Xiaoshui's mother was crying and running towards Wan Qiangui's body lying under the wheels of the cart, he headed towards him.
The bayonet was thrust into the woman's chest.
"Ah..." Amidst the screams, the woman's back exposed a bayonet tip. Perhaps the Japanese soldier Cao stabbed too fast. The bayonet tip was not stained with any blood, but showed a cold light in the sun.
Lai Youmao's eyes flashed so hard that it hurt.
Lai Youmao sighed softly. He knew that everyone in this village would die today. Although the Japanese army was extremely powerful, there were only a dozen of them, but now they had penetrated deep into the area controlled by the Chinese army. If they were not careful, everyone would be killed.
The end of the army's destruction.
What's more, there is Ogura Guihide who is protected like a treasure, as well as the various maps and various markings on the Chinese army's defense lines that they have worked hard to investigate and draw for more than ten days.
So once they are exposed, they will kill all witnesses, whether they are old people, women or children.
What's more, in their eyes, they don't feel any burden at all about the life and death of these ant-like beings.
The sighs of Lai Youmao, an old gangster who is prolific in killing people, are not about the lives of these compatriots that are about to disappear, nor are they about the blood that he is about to be stained with. His hands are already stained with the blood of the common people.
He sighed because he saw that his great work was gone. If he could really find that way, even if he threatened the lives of other people's family members, it would be good to force the lame old man to lead the way. When he returned, wouldn't he be a commander in chief?
If you show your face in front of your Japanese master, your future wealth and wealth will be smooth sailing.
At this time, the only person who really felt sad from the bottom of his heart was Wang Maocai, the manager who had already seen the cruelty of the Japs.
With trembling hands, he squatted behind a large car and watched as Lai Youmao and the two puppet army officers took out box cannons from their bodies and started shooting at the crying villagers. The sound of gunshots and wails filled the air.
The sky above the small village echoed...
Wang Maocai didn't dare to look at it, but the cries and howls could not be stopped from reaching his ears. He couldn't help but take a peek and found that the only ones who fired were Lai Youmao and his two men. The other Japanese
The men were holding rifles that were taller than the men and stabbing the bodies of any villagers within their sight with bayonets.
Whether they were men who were roaring and rushing forward with bare hands to fight, or women and old people who were crying and trying to turn around and flee home, these Japanese stabbed their bayonets into their chests or backs without any expression, and then used force to
Draw the knife, and then stab the next person, as if they are not facing a living life.
Their eyes, which were dull at the beginning, gradually began to glow, they began to become excited, and they began to make noises in their mouths. They even began to deliberately not stab the villagers' vital points, but watched them dragging blood.
The body was crying and crawling on the ground with a howl.
Suddenly, Wang Maocai saw a little girl standing not far away, and he knew that she was a child from the Wanqiangui family.
But at this moment, the little girl didn't cry, but her face was full of tears. Her thin body was shaking and trembling. She didn't see the bodies falling one by one, and she couldn't hear the tortured souls in her ears.
's cry.
She just stared blankly at a woman crawling on the ground. She hesitantly wanted to go up and help her, but the blood flowing under the woman's body made her stop in fear.
In her confused eyes, there was only the struggling and squirming body on the ground. That was her mother, and now it was her whole world.
She was so frightened by what happened that she couldn't even cry. She was only seven years old and didn't know what to do now. Her uncle, aunt, and mother were all lying on the ground. He could only wait for her.
Can you look up at her and tell her what she should do now?
Only the little mouth that kept opening and closing silently called for mother, father, uncle, aunt, brother...
Wang Maocai found that the girl was still some distance away from the Japanese soldiers. He did not dare to speak, so he could only shout in his heart: "Run! Run quickly!"