The third uncle was so angry that he blew his beard and glared: "Mi Lao Wu, how dare you on a dog day!?" ”

"In this world, there is nothing that I don't dare to do!" The muscles on Mi Lao Wu's face twitched, and he was very mad, and said with a cruel smile, "Third uncle, and all uncles and brothers, you all stare at me and see what kind of person I am!" ”

After saying this, Mi Lao Wu looked down at the blade again, turned his back to Nakagawa Xiangji and said, "Sir, why did this knife curl its edge?" It's not good enough! ”

"Yaga, how can the ancestral treasure knife of my Zhongchuan family be curled?" Kaji Nakagawa scolded, and then stepped forward defenselessly, reaching out to pick up the saber in Mi Lao Wu's hand.

said that it was too late, but Mi Lao Wu stabbed backhand, and the sharp saber immediately easily stabbed into the lower abdomen of the unsuspecting Nakagawa Kaji.

Kaji Nakagawa's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at the rural Chinese idlers who were less than ten centimeters away from him.

He could never have imagined that a seemingly rogue ruffian Chinese idler would have the guts to plunge his family heirloom saber into his lower abdomen.

Maybe it wasn't enough, Mi Lao Wu twisted the handle of the knife suddenly.

There was a soft "click", which was heard by the audience.

Kaji Nakagawa, who couldn't feel the pain anymore, was even more dead in his eyes, others didn't know, but he knew that his small intestine had been completely broken, and even a few cartilages in the abdominal cavity.

The only ray of life was cut off.

"How? Little Japan, is Lao Tzu very bold? Mi Lao Wu put his mouth to the ear of Kaji Nakagawa, who was full of despair, and said softly.

Kaji Nakagawa fell to his knees, his hands clenching the blade stuck in his belly, even though his hands were cut by the blade and blood was pouring out.

At the age of 21, a high-achieving student who graduated from the Japanese Army University and may become a general in the future, Second Lieutenant Kaji Nakagawa did not enjoy any benefits brought about by "raising military rations" and died at the hands of a lazy man in rural China who could usually crush him to death like an ant.

is still his own knife, a treasure knife that has been inherited by his Nakagawa family for hundreds of years.

Really, it's sharp!

This was the last thought that came to the mind of Second Lieutenant Kaji Nakagawa before he fell into complete darkness.

There was silence, and the whole drying field was silent for a while, so quiet that the pins could be heard.

Not only were the villagers in Mijiayu Village stupid, but the ghost soldiers around them couldn't believe it.

Mi Lao Wu once again twisted the saber on the body of Kaji Nakagawa, who was already dead, to make sure that the Japanese second lieutenant who had previously killed Mr. Private School with one stab was already dead, and then smiled at the whole village: "Mr. Wen is right, he is Chinese, but I, Mi Lao Wu, am also Chinese!" ”

"Yaga!" A devil soldier finally came back to his senses, picked up his rifle and shot two shots at Mi Lao's heart.

Mi Lao Wu suddenly fell to the ground, but his round eyes were still staring at Mi Dahu, and he said with a hideous expression: "Mi Lao Er, you remember Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu Mi Lao Wu died to save your daughter, and you have to kneel to burn paper for Lao Tzu every year in the future。。。。。。 Incense 。。。。。。 ”

The voice gradually lowered until it was no longer silent.

The Japanese soldier Cao who fired the gun ran over in great strides, and the frightened medical staff examined Kaji Nakagawa, who was lying to the ground and still staring at a pair of small eyes, for a long time, and could only announce the death of Second Lieutenant Kaji Nakagawa with a depressed expression.

"All of them are dead, they are dead." The angry Japanese soldier Cao's eyes showed a layer of cruelty that could not be described in words.

The sky was suddenly gloomy, as if he didn't want to see such a tragic scene.

。。。。。。。

Thirty minutes later, when Liu Lang, Chen Yunfa, and Mo Xiaomei ran all the way and arrived from ten miles away.

The once peaceful mountain village has fallen into a sea of fire.

The three strongest fighters of the independent regiment, who were on full alert, walked into the village with grim faces, and then stood in a collective froze.

Although, when he saw the flames, he had already imagined the worst-case scenario, although, Liu Lang had little luck with the brutality of the Japanese invaders.

But the moment he saw the tragic scene in front of him, Liu Lang was still stunned.

He was completely stunned.

The slaughter of villages and households in the past is no longer a set of cold numbers in history books, and it is no longer a vague "how many people in my village were slaughtered by Japanese invaders in a certain year, month, and day" that is not detailed.

Everything in front of him was presented in front of Liu Lang like that with unprecedented truth.

It's just, it's too cruel.

The cruelty made Liu Lang such a hard soldier feel distressed and difficult to breathe.

It's definitely a peaceful mountain village, except for the extreme quiet, only the "crackling" sound of the fire engulfing the houses. Other than that, there was no other sound.

The people in the village are also there, but they are all hanging from the trees.

All the trees in the village were full of people, old people, children, men and women.

They were hung like that, blood dripping from the corners of their mouths, no eyes were closed, and all their faces, distorted by the great pain, were all open with rage, as if only then could they tell the heavens what they had been through.

They have no quarrel with the world. They should have continued to live quietly and peacefully.

But now they were hung in this way, with ropes around their necks, and hung on trees that they had planted with their own hands.

A gust of wind blew, and the leaves let out a heart-palpitating whimper.

Liu Lang's hand clenched suddenly.

Liu Lang's cheeks suddenly bulged.

With a "click", it turned out to be a big back molar tooth.

"You guys, do you see?" Liu Lang turned his head abruptly and looked at the two best special forces under his command.

"Sir, we see it." Big tears welled up in Mo Kitten's eyes, but he still stood tall and pine, answering the fat group that questioned him with the greatest strength in his life.

"This is the Japanese, the real Japanese." Liu Lang returned his gaze to the corpses of the villagers who were hanging and gently swaying in the wind.

Fall to your knees.

Whether it was in his previous life or in this life, except for his comrades who died in battle, Liu Lang never bent his knees to anyone. But in the face of the same clan who died tragically under the iron hooves of the Japanese invaders, Liu Lang knelt down.

In the face of those pale and immature, as a soldier, Liu Lang had no choice but not to kneel.

Liu Lang's metallic voice could almost pierce the sky: "I, Liu Lang, swear to the sky that if I let a person who has done such evil things leave this mountain in this life, I will never return to the south of the Great Wall in this life." I, Liu Lang, if I don't let the Kwantung Army pay enough price, I will never return to my hometown in this life. ”

"I, Chen Yunfa, swear to the sky。。。。。。。"

"I, Mo Kitten, swear to the sky。。。。。。。"

"Folks, I will give you the heads of the Japanese as a sacrifice, and then I will ask you to rest in peace." Liu Lang muttered, turned back suddenly, and turned around without hesitation.

The Japanese infantry squad five miles away from Liu Lang carried the corpse of their squad leader, carried the few pieces of food they had robbed, and escorted seven young Chinese women with numb expressions and loveless faces, and walked towards the Xifengkou Pass station.

Yes, Mijiayu Village is not dead.

The cruel Japanese invaders chose to take revenge by hanging most of the villagers in Mijiayu Village, including babies, in the most brutal way, but left seven young women behind.

Seven young women will be sent to the Kwantung Army's comfort station, and only in this way may Nakagawa Nenkiyo Daisa, who has lost his nephew, feel better.

The Japanese squad that hanged 115 people in Mijiayu Village didn't know what kind of killing god they provoked, and the furious Liu Lang once killed a terrorist base thousands of miles away from the motherland and killed a base, and at this moment he was not fighting alone, he also took the two best special forces of this era.

They, at the highest speed of armed off-roading, were chasing after the Japanese infantry squad with the same heavy mood but a bit of bestiality that was about to be excited.

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I would like to dedicate this chapter to all my compatriots in an unnamed village near Changzhou in China during the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression.

Yes, Fengyue is not apocryphal, such a tragedy happened in the War of Resistance Against Japan. The cruel Japanese invaders treated you and my compatriots like this, to be honest, when Fengyue inquired about the historical materials of the Anti-Japanese War, when she saw such a record in the middle of the memoirs of a Japanese veteran, Fengyue cried, tears rained down. They should not be cold numbers in the long river of history, they are our ancestors, how much suffering they have experienced in those fourteen years! Book lovers, remember, forgetting history will eventually repeat it.

Although that period of history is humiliating, we must not forget it, and our children and grandchildren must not forget it.

Why do I always have tears in my eyes? Because I love this land so much...... Allow me to conclude this chapter with this poem by Ai Qing. Because when I typed the words "can't forget", there were still tears in my eyes.

In this chapter, I don't ask for subscriptions, I don't ask for monthly passes, I don't ask for rewards, but I ask everyone, don't forget. It doesn't matter if you're looking at the genuine or pirated copy, just ask for it and don't forget.