"Baga, you are just a bunch of stupid pigs. Let's all chase. If we can't catch you, we won't have to come back. Let's all commit seppuku."
Xiaojun Shunta screamed with blood-red eyes like a dead mother.
If he hadn't been unable to move now, otherwise he would have sworn to his beloved mother, that this stupid sergeant would have been beaten into a pig's face by him, and he was also a super fat pig.
"Hey!" The sergeant didn't know the mentality of his squad leader at the moment. He quickly stood up and nodded, then turned around and ran away, for fear that the squad leader would have to slap his face.
Kozumi Shunta was already mad at this time. Not only did he blame himself for all the bad luck that happened to him today, he even wondered if his worship of Amaterasu was not pious enough, causing Amaterasu to bestow all the bad luck on him.
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At the same time, he also blamed his current pain and embarrassment on his subordinates. It was these subordinates who were stupider than pigs who allowed the crazy woman to rush in front of him. It was also these incompetent subordinates who failed to take good care of the love of the squadron leader.
The horse was actually stolen by a Chinese.
So now he doesn't like anyone, including the medical soldier who is bandaging the wound on his face.
He stared at the medical soldier with blood-red eyes and yelled: "Baga! Didn't you hear my order? Everyone went out to chase, what are you doing here, you stupid pig?"
The medical soldier did not expect that he, a logistics worker, would also suffer unreasonable disasters. He argued aggrievedly: "But, Mr. Squad Leader, I still have to treat the wounds of these wounded! Besides, I'm leaving..."
He originally wanted to say, if I leave, the only wounded soldiers and you, a squad leader with limited legs and feet, will be left here.
But when he saw the angry and crazy eyes of the squad leader, he immediately stopped his mouth, stood up immediately, took the 38 rifle next to him, gave a cheer to the squad leader, turned around and ran out of the compound.
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You must know that the medical soldiers assigned to the combat units by the Japanese army have also undergone strict military training. They often have to act with the infantry. They also have the responsibility of caring for and protecting the wounded during battles, and they must also fight as combatants when necessary.
At this time, in the outer courtyard of the Chai family, apart from Second Lieutenant Xiao Chunjun who could still sit on the ground, the others were eight wounded soldiers lying on stretchers and moaning slightly, and two others who had been beaten unconscious.
Chinese villagers.
The whole courtyard suddenly fell into an eerie silence, and Xiaojun Shunta could only hear his own heavy breathing that had not yet calmed down his anger.
He looked around with blood-red eyes like wild beasts, and found these two hateful Chinese country men lying motionless, but still panting.
"Kill! Today I will kill every Chinese in my sight, regardless of gender, age or child."
This is the only obsession in his already crazy mind at this moment.
But his saber was still stuck in the crazy woman's body, and those stupid subordinates didn't even pull it out and give it to him.
So he subconsciously touched his waist and remembered that when he was carried onto the stretcher, the medics had taken off his belt and holster and put them on the stretcher. When he looked around, he found that the stretcher was a little far away from him.
It turned out that the Japanese who had just carried the stretcher hurriedly threw the stretcher and came to help Xiaojun Junta after he fell down. Naturally, he did not pay attention to the pistol placed on the stretcher.
Moreover, the situation was tense at that time. The two Japanese soldiers who were eager to save their hapless squad leader couldn't help but use a little more force when throwing the stretcher. Naturally, the holstered pistol on the stretcher fell at a farther distance.
In fact, it's not that far, just three meters away.
Normally, Xiaozumi Shunta would be able to pick it up with just one step.
But now, the distance of three meters takes some effort.
When he was fighting that crazy Chinese village woman just now, Xiao Chunjunta could be said to have used all his methods. Now that everything had calmed down, he felt that there was no pain anywhere on his face, body, and feet. He moved his body a little.
, there was a heartbreaking pain in the sole of the foot.
At this moment, one of the two Chinese men slowly sat up.
Yes, it was Chai Youde who woke up.
Although Chai Youde was punched and kicked by several Japanese soldiers for a long time before, he was not seriously injured because he wore thicker clothes and protected his head with his hands.
In fact, after he watched his son and wife being killed by the Japanese army, he felt so sad and angry that he fainted.
Now, he woke up, and it was when the cruel beast who brutally killed his precious son and beloved wife was defenseless. It was also when the beast with limited legs and feet became dizzy due to madness and sent out all his men.
At this time, he, an old Chinese man who was nearly 60 years old, was alone. Although he was in pain, he was able to endure it.
At this time, he, a Japanese man in his 30s, was alone. Although his body was in pain, his feet were severely injured and he had difficulty moving.
Both men had crazy looks in their eyes.
One is resentful that his cowardice and incompetence led to the death of his wife and children, and a flame of anger and determination that burns his body and mind begins to erupt in his heart.
One is that he finally found a place to vent his anger, and is eager to use murder and blood to heal and calm his madness and anger.
Both men want to kill, both want to kill each other.
Chai Youde stood up with difficulty, panting fiercely, but his eyes were focused on the thick door bolt made of solid logs two meters away from him.
Kozumi Shunta was struggling to crawl on the ground with his hands, and his eyes were looking at the Southern Type 14 pistol lying quietly on the ground three meters away in a cowhide holster.
However, Chai Youde's next move made Xiaochun Shunta's eyes change from crazy to anxious, and then from anxious to desperate.
Chai Youde took a step that did not look like a 60-year-old man at all. In fact, it cannot be regarded as a "step". His agile movements may be more appropriately described as "run".
From a distance of two meters, he reached it in one step. He bent down and picked up the door bolt, which had become a little dark due to long-term use. It was as thick as an adult's arm and was 160 centimeters long.
But for Xiao Chun Shunta's current crawling speed, the distance of three meters was much farther than Baga's, so he started shouting.
A series of bird calls such as calls for help, threats, and curses began to echo in the sky above the small courtyard.
But there was no response. His men had now rushed out of the village, and no one could hear his cry for help.
Maybe the wounded soldiers lying on the stretchers and lingering for breath could hear it, but it would only increase their sudden fear, and it would not slow down Chai Youde's movements even a little.