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It is not that Chinese history has not experienced tragic killings, five hundred years of chaos, ten rooms and nine emptiness on the land of China, and tens of millions of Han people have been slaughtered; When the Manchu Qing Dynasty entered the customs, there were records of the massacre of more than a dozen cities, and there are records that more than 8 million civilians were killed. But even the Mongolian iron cavalry, which swept through Central Asia and West Asia and almost slaughtered the Han people in the north and slaughtered more than 18 million Han Chinese, can only be compared with the frenzied island people.

According to public information, during the eight-year War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, more than 35 million Chinese military and civilian casualties were lost. According to the environment and statistical methods at the time, many historians do not very much agree with this data, if 35 million can be counted, then there must be a far greater number of unjust souls than people imagine in the vast land of China.

What's more, the statement of the eight-year War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression is actually not accurate, to be precise, from the day the Japanese set foot on the territory of China, the war has already begun, and even the Ministry of Education 70 years later is ready to correct its mistakes and change the "eight-year War of Resistance" that took decades to 14 years of resistance.

In the past 14 years, from the cold northeast to the hot Guangzhou, except for a few areas with high mountains and dense forests, the iron hooves of the Japanese army were everywhere.

After World War II, both the West and the East praised the Japanese army's tactical literacy, but they were extremely disdainful of their almost dehumanizing behavior and crazy bushido spirit among the ordinary people in the occupied areas of various countries.

It can be said that the vast majority of the world's wars are conquered by killing, but Japan is the only one that takes pleasure in killing.

Whether it was cutting open a pregnant woman's belly and holding a baby on the tip of a bayonet to take a commemorative photo, or two low-ranking officers in the Nanjing Massacre betting on the number of heads they would have nailed this inhumane beast army to the pillar of shame in world history.

History books rarely use pen and ink to describe in detail how the two warring sides would deal with each other's prisoners of war on the battlefield, especially female prisoners of war.

But even if Liu Lang thinks with his ass at this time, he knows why the Japanese army Cao took a fancy to the position he chose, not because he was ashamed to find shelter, but because he could block the wind a little here, and there was even no completely burned wood to keep warm.

Obviously, the little devil is a sperm worm at this time, ready to be a beast.

No matter how beastly you are, it is uncomfortable to blow your ass and farts cold, and the Japanese army still retains the pursuit of a better life for human beings.

Looking at the ruins in front of her, Ji Yanxue's big eyes that were smart in the past showed a layer of dead ashes.

From the moment she was captured by the Japanese army, Ji Yanxue was already desperate, and now she has fallen into the abyss of despair, she knows what fate awaits her at the end of the ruined wall.

The flames jumping in the eyes of several Japanese soldiers made her hate why she had dodged at that time, and if she was torn to pieces by a shell, it would be much better than being insulted by these beasts and turning into a broken female corpse.

The already numb captives were agitated, but under the black holes of the mounted machine guns, the commotion was quickly suppressed by the butts and bayonets of the Japanese soldiers who were left to guard them.

Ji Yanxue could only sobbed in a low voice, her eyes were blank, and she was pulled by Jun Cao with a cruel smile and moved towards the abyss step by step.

Soon, Ji Yanxue, who was in despair, saw the most unimaginable scene in her life.

When many years later, when the young great-grandson pestered her and begged her to tell her about the heroic grandfather's great exploits in fighting devils, Ji Yanxue, who was already over the age of age, would still have a trace of blush on her face covered with traces of time.

No matter how great the great feats, no matter how many national heroes are, in fact, they can't compare to the fat body that leaps from the shell crater at that dusk when it is about to sink into the night.

That's, her hero.

Yes, every woman has a hero of her own in her dreams.

Liu Lang never thought about who he would be a hero.

Especially when this female soldier looks like she wants to have no face, no chest, no chest, and the new society can only be described by the word "blind stream".

didn't leave much time for Liu Lang to think about whether to do it or not, and at the moment when Jun Cao, who was pulling the female captive, passed by, he used all his strength and jumped up.

The jump was not very high, but it was enough for Liu Lang's hand to hook the neck of Jun Cao, who had not yet reacted, and with his huge weight, he made a mistake with both hands, and the head of General Cao came to a 360-degree loop in the original position. Then he took out the bayonet that Jun Cao was carrying at his waist, and stabbed it in the mouth of a Japanese soldier who had just nodded to Jun Cao and raised his head, and at the same time blocked the frightened shouts of open mouth in his throat.

As the sharp bayonet passed through his throat and through the back of his head, the shouts could only become a permanent memory of the convulsive body on the ground before sinking into darkness.

Another Japanese soldier who had already reacted reacted quickly, and at the same time he unloaded the Type 38 rifle hanging on his shoulder with a loud shout, and stabbed Liu Lang's broad chest with a bright bayonet.

When firing, you also have to pull the bolt, and one second is enough to tell the difference between life and death when the two sides are fighting, and it is easier and more direct to use a bayonet at such a time. The choice of the well-trained Japanese army is very correct, even Liu Lang, who has received the most rigorous special forces training in modern times, also wants to give a thumbs up to this lowest-level Japanese soldier, which is definitely synonymous with elite.

However, although the former patriotic blade of the Republic was in poor health, it did not rely only on strength to kill people.

In Ji Yanxue's frightened eyes, the Japanese non-commissioned officer who jumped up frantically and killed two Japanese soldiers in a row was just a wrong step, his body was slightly on one side, and the sharp bayonet grazed his fat flesh and pierced the air fiercely.

The ancients said that a small error would result in a big mistake, but on the battlefield of life and death, making a mistake means that the game is over, and there is no chance to correct it.

What is the consequence of the fragile balls and the bones of the knees hitting each other, even the female soldiers who never knew that there was a kind of pain about the broken eggs felt that it would hurt ----- person.

So, with a sour "bang", the brave and elite soldier's body writhed strangely and died in silence.

It wasn't that the soldier didn't want to use his howl as a reminder of the great pain he had suffered, and at the same time as the collision, the fat man sealed his mouth and nose with his fat palm.

The strange and violent writhing calmed down in a short time.

"It's okay." Liu Lang turned his head and smiled at the frightened little girl.

Looking at the familiar face with snow-white teeth, Ji Yanxue's mind went blank.