Xiaozhuang Village is the most ordinary small village in northern Jiangsu.
Most of them have the surname Zhuang, and the 20 or so households in the village are basically relatives with broken bones and tendons.
There are only about 20 houses, gathered around a medium-sized pond. There is a large locust tree that has grown for two hundred years at the entrance of the village. Because the land there is flatter, it is also the rice field most commonly used by the villagers.
Surrounded by farmland, the ancestors of Xiaozhuang Village have relied on these relatively fertile farmlands to thrive and live a normal life for generations.
It wasn't until suddenly one day that the war came, and people who were fleeing continued to pass by and heard the news that the front line was defeated hundreds or even dozens of kilometers away, and the peaceful little village was stirred up.
The villagers were on tenterhooks, but in the end they pinned their hopes on their own army. After all, this was the area surrounding the capital of a country. Except for a few families who chose to leave and flee to the south, most of the villagers still chose to stay in the village, hoping that the war would end.
Or the army could block the Japanese, and their lives could go on as normal.
But apparently, their wishes were dashed.
A group of Japanese soldiers wearing shit-yellow military uniforms carrying machine guns and rifles broke into the newly awakened small village in the early morning, and viciously drove everyone out of their homes, whether they were elderly people or infant children, they were all killed at the point of bayonets.
Under coercion, they gathered in the rice field at the entrance of the village that was usually used to dry rice.
No one dared to disobey their orders. The dog of Lao Liu's family in the east of the village just barked twice at the intruder instinctively and was shot to death several times. Not to mention, Lao Liu's wife subconsciously
He screamed and was shot in the thigh by a Japanese soldier. If Lao Liu hadn't been smart enough to throw himself out and kowtow repeatedly to beg for mercy, the Japanese soldier might have stabbed him right after.
But just like that, the sixth daughter-in-law, whose thighs were bleeding profusely, had to go out even if she could only be carried on her back. She was so painful that she was sweating profusely, and she didn't even dare to hum.
Both sides of the rice field were filled with Japanese soldiers armed with live ammunition. Their bayonets were temporarily lit and they were filled with murderous intent. Two machine guns were placed directly in front of the villagers. A wolf and green dog stuck out its scarlet tongue and stared at the field with a sinister look.
Faced with their unknown fate, nearly a hundred villagers did not dare to say a word. The children who were tightly held in their arms had their mouths covered by adults, for fear that they would be frightened and cry.
"Tell me, where did you hide your defeated soldiers? If you don't tell them, yours will be dead!" Okamoto Asahiro's eyes lingered on the faces of nearly a hundred trembling Chinese villagers for a while, and he asked about
The Chinese were satisfied with the state of fear shown at this time and finally spoke.
Because China's defeated troops were eager to escape, they always had the habit of placing the seriously injured in Chinese villages, and then put a few pieces of silver as reward. In this case, through the search of Chinese villages in the past two days, several cases have been found.
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The Chinese are a very strange nation. Obviously these wounded soldiers have nothing to do with them, but they are not only willing to take them in, but they are also willing to do their best to protect them. In several villages where the wounded soldiers were found, they were all led by team leaders.
After killing several people in a row to establish his authority, he handed over the wounded Chinese soldiers in tears.
However, their strange stubbornness cannot make the imperial infantry feel pity or forgiveness, or even a trace of unspeakable disgust.
Are they using this method to resist the expansion of the empire? If they dare to resist, they will have to pay the price.
The Chinese village that handed over the wounded soldiers did not escape the disaster. Several households of villagers around the hiding place where the wounded soldiers were found were found, and all of them, men, women, old and young, were shot to death mercilessly.
Even the men in the village who could not help crying were shot as potential resisters.
As for women, they can only be the objects for the imperial infantry to vent their power.
It wasn't until the remaining Chinese knelt down in the howling cold wind to express their surrender that the imperial infantry were satisfied and stopped wasting bullets.
Not massacring the entire village was the greatest mercy shown to them by the imperial infantry.
Those team captains are still too soft-hearted. In fact, Okamoto Tomohiro really hopes that the villagers here can be as stubborn as those villagers. If he finds Chinese wounded soldiers, he will hang a hundred people here.
On the big tree in this village.
The environment of this village is actually very good. Although it is already winter, there are many evergreen trees in the village. Under the shade of the green trees, hanging a hundred human corpses must be a scene.
Especially those small ones, they may sway lightly in the wind.
Cruel to the extreme, it is a kind of beauty!
Of course, perhaps the most attractive thing to Mr. Okamoto Asahiro is the wealth of this small village.
The southeastern area is a prosperous land in China. I heard that the two infantry detachments that found the wounded soldiers had not only silver and even a small amount of gold because of the initiative of the honest Chinese people, but also handed it over to the captain.
One share, and everyone can share the rest, and you can become a small rich man after returning to your country.
Coming to China to make a fortune is not the simplest reason why the imperial infantrymen traveled thousands of miles to come to this huge country!
There is no need for the Chinese to take the initiative, killing them all and robbing them all is the right way.
With gold and silver, when he returns to China, the village chief he once tried so hard to please will have to bow to him.
The villagers were silent, everyone's heads were lowered, and no one dared to look at the ferocious face of Okamoto Asahiro.
This is very stubborn! But I really like it! Looking at this unexpected scene, the corners of Okamoto Asahiro's mouth slightly curved, and his hand gently touched the command knife hanging on his waist just after he left the lieutenant squadron leader.
That command sword belonged to Second Lieutenant Ono who had died in the battle. Captain Kawakami gave Second Lieutenant Ono's command sword to him for safekeeping as a reward and encouragement.
Second Lieutenant Ono's command knife is actually made of very good quality. The knife is made of fine stainless steel and is hand-made by a swordsmith. The silver handle is also engraved with a cloud pattern symbolizing military bravery. It is worth at least 500 yen.
It's a pity that Second Lieutenant Ono's life was not good. He died in battle before he had a chance to show his bravery with this sharp blade that symbolized martial arts, but this opportunity was left to him.
I wonder if it can split a person in half with such a knife strike? Okamoto Asahiro really wants to try it, but it is said that it will hurt the blade very much and requires enough strength, so it is better to get a simpler one first.
Come and try your hand!
"Doesn't anyone dare to answer my question?" Okamoto Asahiro's eyes rested on an eight or nine-year-old child in the team, with cruelty in his eyes. "That's very good, that child, you come!"
"No! No! Please." The mother of the child standing further in front instinctively put the child behind her back, her eyes full of pleading, and her mouth pleading again and again.
"Anyone who disobeys orders will die." Okamoto Asahiro pulled out his command sword and pointed it at the crowd fiercely.
"Kaka!" The surrounding Japanese troops also pulled the gun bolt in great cooperation!
The crowd was agitated.
"Sir, no, I will speak, I will speak." A voice came from the restless crowd.
Waving his hand slightly, Okamoto Chahiro said coldly: "Who is talking? Stand up!"
"It's me!" An old man with white beard and hair who was over 70 years old came out of the crowd.
"Why, all of you Chinese people are dead, why send you this bad old man out?" Okamoto Asahiro's eyes showed a trace of contempt, and he pointed at the old man with a knife. "What qualifications do you have?"
"Sir, the little old man has been serving as the village chief of Xiaozhuang Village because of his age." The old man replied respectfully.
The old man is not only the village chief, but also one of the most senior people in Xiaozhuang Village. It is precisely because of his high moral character that he has been serving as the village chief until now.
Seeing that the seventy-year-old man had to take the initiative to face the devil and had to grovel and force a smile, most of the villagers showed humiliation in their eyes.
"Well, I'll give you a chance to ask, where have you hidden your Chinese wounded soldiers?" Okamoto Chaohi's eyes flashed slightly, and he lowered the tip of the knife.
"Sir, we are close to a mountainous area and the area is remote. We have never seen a large army since the war between the two armies! And have we seen wounded soldiers?" The old man called out to Tianqu.
"Have you never seen a wounded soldier?"
"That's right! The adults have worked hard by sending troops. The little old man provided three pigs and sheep each for the labor force instead of the village." The old man tried his best to be humble.
With his nearly seventy years of life wisdom, he clearly felt the strong murderous intent in these Japanese soldiers. For the sake of the lives of the entire village, it was not a big deal to make him kneel down.
But he underestimated the cruelty of the Japanese. Ever since they entered China, they were no longer human beings, but a group of beasts.
"You lowly Chinese people really can't shed tears until they see the coffin!" Okamoto Chahiro lowered his eyes and sighed slightly.
The old man froze.
Next second!
The Japanese army officer Cao Chang, who was still sighing, waved his hand. The green wolf dog that had been squatting beside him showed a fierce look in its eyes, and the dog handler let go of the leash in his hand.
Before all the Chinese villagers could react, the green wolf dog, which weighed sixty or seventy kilograms, jumped out like an arrow and pounced towards the old man.
The bloody mouth opened wide, revealing its white fangs, and he bit the old man's shoulder hard.
The old man who fell to the ground couldn't help but scream loudly, and blood spurted out visibly to the naked eye.
"Second uncle!"
"Uncle!"
The villagers exclaimed, and the crowd moved forward involuntarily.
"Dad!" A man in his forties even exclaimed and rushed out of the crowd.
His fists were clenched tightly, and although the look on his face was frightened, he was determined. His target was the brutal green dog that was biting his old father on the ground.
It's a pity that this simple villager has obviously forgotten that although the Wolf Blue Dog is ferocious, what is even more ferocious is the Japanese behind it.
"Bang!" A gunshot rang out.
The middle-aged man was shot to the ground, and the agitated villagers subconsciously took two steps back.
"You are less courageous than I thought! Is there only one person who has the courage?" Okamoto Asahiro, who pulled out the Nanbu Type 14 pistol from his gun bag, gently blew the smoke from the muzzle.
, casting his gloomy gaze at the frightened crowd, he cruelly taunted.
"Do you know, I really want to see you stubbornly heading towards death?"
Looking at his cruel masterpiece with almost admiration, and even looking forward to more cruelty, the Japanese Army Commander Cao's eyes shone with happiness.
Okamoto Asahiro's almost perverted psychology actually comes from the nightmares he suffered every night after being attacked by the independence camp. Only by bullying weaker people can he get rid of the shame that he cannot talk to others.
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The power of the Southern Fourteenth Pistol is not very powerful. Even if it is fired at close range, it is not enough to kill a man who is still in his prime.
The middle-aged man who was shot in the chest struggled to crawl towards the direction where his father fell, leaving a long blood mark under his body.
The old man, who was struggling hard under the sharp claws and fangs of the wolf green dog, saw this scene, and tears filled his already cloudy eyes.
That was his eldest son. He never imagined that today, father and son would die on the same day. The pain of seeing his son suffer with his own eyes was even greater than the tearing of the fangs of a wolf dog.
But, a more cruel scene happened.
The Japanese army dog handler blew a whistle, and the wolf green dog biting the old man received the signal, gave up the target in front of him, ran directly to the middle-aged man who was still trying to crawl, opened his big mouth, and bit the man hard.
On the neck of the middle-aged man who no longer had much strength.
Like a bad wolf, starting to harvest its prey.
"Click!" A clear and distinguishable sound reached the ears of the villagers.
That was the sound of cervical vertebrae being bitten off.
The middle-aged man's once strong arms waved in vain in the air a few times, and then hung down, along with his arms and his head.
The Wolf Blue Dog still shook its head vigorously to confirm whether its prey was dead. It was not until the handler's whistle sounded that it let go of the prey and ran back to the handler proudly, shaking its head and wagging its tail.
"My son!" the old man screamed piteously, turned his gaze to Okamoto Asahiro, and shouted sternly: "Devils, you Japanese devils, you will definitely be punished, you will definitely."
Then, blood continued to spurt out of his mouth, and his lips kept moving, but he could no longer make a sound until he became silent.
But his eyes kept widening.
The old man, after being severely injured by Lang Qing, was heartbroken that his son died because of him, so he actually died on the spot and refused to rest in peace!
The villagers cried bitterly.
"My son! I will fight with you." A white-haired old woman rushed out tremblingly, holding a cane.
Looking at the old woman rushing towards the wolf blue dog, Okamoto Chaohiro's eyes were slightly blank. He didn't even bother to shoot, but waved his hand slightly.
"Bah bang bang!" The two Japanese soldiers standing beside him fired with understanding, knocking the old woman to the ground.
No wailing!
The old woman lay on top of her son's body and hugged him tightly with her arms, just like she held him in her arms more than forty years ago.
‘Son! Mom and Dad are here to stay with you!’ The old woman, whose body was trembling slightly and finally fell silent, did not say a word until her death, but all the villagers present knew that this was what she said.
The villagers' eyes turned red!
Some men have begun to move forward regardless of their wives' obstruction, and more men have begun to make the same choice.
They are simple farmers, but they cannot be said to be stupid. The old village chief and his family of three died on the spot. The Japanese have shown their ferocious cruelty. I am afraid that things will not go well today. If they must die, then men like them
You have to die first.
Women and children were blocked behind them.
Asahiro Okamoto looked coldly at the agitation of the Chinese villagers in the rice field. He did not move even half a step, and raised his hand slightly. The Japanese soldiers around him had already put their hands on the trigger. They only waited for the new acting team leader's hand to move.
If you wave it, they will shoot without hesitation.
Their colleagues who gained wealth through robbery stimulated them and made them eager to have such a feast. As for those living people, they were no longer within the scope of their consideration in eager to gain confidence and wealth.
They have completely turned into devils.
Just like in the past time and space.
A massacre without any suspense seemed inevitable.
But whether it is the Chinese villagers in the rice field who are doing their best to protect their wives and children, or the 23 Japanese infantry who are already planning to kill all the Chinese, all their attention is focused on this small rice field.
on the road, but didn’t even notice that dozens of shadows were moving towards the village with the help of the cover of trees and dead grass...
Ps: There are a lot of things going on in the academy today, and I only wrote less than 5,000 words, so I might as well combine two chapters into one. Double monthly votes have started, I hope everyone will vote enthusiastically! Please!
