When he thought of exchanging "martial luck and prosperity" with His Excellency Genyi before leaving, Miyamoto Kawawa wanted to cry.

Is this Baga's lucky? He's now inside and out, and he stinks so much that he's already doubting his life.

Did the peasants of China know that they are coming, and have specially designed a position to deal with them? If so, the people of Shanxi are really terrible.

Actually, not really. The trap and trap are all for the wild boar herd, and the big tree that has actually been hollowed out of the roots, as long as you remove the stones that fix the roots, it can fall, that is also a trick that has existed in the mountain village for a long time, but it was previously to notify the villagers hundreds of meters away in a straight line that bandits have come or that the wild boar has fallen into the pit, until the "boss" who passed by here ten days ago told them that the Japanese devils were coming. Zhaojiacun temporarily regarded these big trees placed on the main roads that could be put down at any time as the "news trees" that the Japanese devils were going to come.

The corn slope that Mu Dun'er led them through was indeed the only way to go to Zhaojia Village. However, this corn slope of up to seven or eight acres is actually the largest land in Zhaojia Village, and it is almost the most important grain production base of twelve villagers.

Not to mention the few Japanese soldiers who didn't know about it, even if the villagers of Zhaojia Village came here, they had to be careful. But where there is grass, you must not put your feet down.

In other words, this is also the most terrifying place in Zhaojia Village. Traps and traps are caught in the "granary" of Zhaojia Village when the corn grows to the height of one person.

Didn't you see that when the little black greedy mouth, who had all the dreams of Mu Dun'er and was pregnant with a little lamb, wanted to gnaw on the weeds that only had some green roots, he was beaten by Mu Dun'er with a sheep whip a few times?

It's a pity that a few Japanese soldiers who only want to enter the village and use the old and weak women and children as shields to survive are addicted to kindness and don't have time to pay attention to this. Otherwise, they might not have ended up in such a field.

The Japanese soldier who pulled a piece of poop resembling a poop chief from the manure pit went to help his companion pull open the trap, but sadly found that it was really better not to pull it open.

The bite force of the wrought iron trap was comparable to that of a bear, and the Japanese soldier's calf had been broken raw, and the white bone stubble was fresh and visible, and the Japanese soldier almost fainted from the pain in great pain.

Now, he was facing the stinking lieutenant who was still spitting "green water" and 。。。。。。

A companion crying and desperately pressing a first aid kit on his calf.

And, the little Chinese bastard who had pitted them into such a situation and had escaped down the hillside, and, his sheep.

The constant sound of falling stones from the bottom of the valley below reminded him that the child was running farther and farther away, and that he might soon be out of his sight.

"Aikawa, go kill him, kill him, no matter what method you use, kill him, including the people of that village." Miyamoto Chuanhe, who was still spitting green water over there, raised his head with difficulty, and roared with all his strength with a hideous face.

Although he still has a lump of yellow and indescribable things on his face, people can't bear to look at it directly.

"Hey!" The muscles on the face of the Japanese soldier, known as Aikawa, twitched with difficulty, with sadness and murderous aura, and nodded heavily.

Apparently, he already knew the meaning of this order given by Ensign Miyamoto. Killing all the Chinese villagers before the Chinese arrived was just to take revenge and vent their anger, and they could no longer escape. The beautiful main island of Japan, he can't go back.

The Chinese kid can't outrun his gun no matter how fast he runs, and the focus now is on not falling into the pit, in this vicious Chinese plant.

A wooden stick as thick as a child's arm was pulled out of the dung pit as a pathfinder, and the only Japanese soldier, who had neither broken his leg nor eaten a flight, walked forward in the cornfield with a tragic face.

Looking at the back of Aikawa gradually moving away, Miyamoto Kawawa tried to get up, fiddled with the same slippery and greasy submachine gun behind him, and found that the submachine gun made in the Third Reich was really of good quality, and it could still be used after falling into the dung pit and soaking for several minutes.

"Aso-kun, put away your tears, the warriors of the empire should not cry in the land of China." Miyamoto Kawawa slowly walked over to his companion, who was still sobbing and bandaging his wounds because of the excruciating pain, and reprimanded him sharply.

He didn't look at another companion who was only three meters away from him, the howl of his companion was already imperceptible, and he was about to return to Amaterasu's arms. Even Amaterasu is still playing mahjong at this time.

"Come with me, set up bunkers, block the Chinese who are about to pursue, buy time for Aikawa, and let the Chinese know that the warriors of the Great Japanese Empire will not give in like this, no matter how despicable they are." Miyamoto Kawawa said as he tried to maintain the demeanor of a soldier and walked straight.

Although he has taken off his steel helmet and still has a piece of soaring on his head, it looks 。。。。。。 under the warm sunlight of the late autumn afternoon in China's Taihang Mountain

Not tragic, but a 。。。。。。 Indescribable.

"Miyamoto-kun, be careful." The tear-eyed Japanese soldier raised his eyes and looked at the squad leader coming so pretendedly, not bowing his head loudly and shouting full of reverence, but a spirit all over his body, and reminded loudly.

He vaguely remembered that he had stepped into the half-dead and half-green grass that led to his current fate, and Captain Miyamoto stepped into the grass like this.

"Yaga, Aso, don't be a soldier, when did we samurai of the Great Japanese Empire become so vulnerable?" Miyamoto Kawawa, who was almost not frightened by his companions, jumped out more than three meters away.

Looking at that vigorous skill, it doesn't look like a Japanese samurai who was full of feces just now, almost vomited out his heart, liver and lungs, and was still a little weak.

Feces have always been used exclusively for emetic. Including the future of rural China, whoever dares to drink pesticides and does not pour three catties of manure will not care about you.

This jump somewhat made the samurai of the Great Japanese Empire, who was trying to keep himself prepared to face death bravely, a little embarrassed, and he was still in the air scolding his subordinate who was in danger, who said that the grass was dangerous? What do you make pheasants and hares think?

The Japanese soldier with a broken leg was scolded so much that he kept his mouth shut, but the surprise in his eyes could not be extinguished.

He was really frightened by the grass of the Chinese.

The captain of the Miyamoto team, who jumped three meters, jumped into the grass again.

"You see, the Chinese are not so terrible!" Miyamoto Kawa landed safely, and after looking at the surrounding environment, he stomped his feet vigorously to show that he was fine.

And then......

"Ah~~~~~h

Are the Japanese killing again? It's just that this voice doesn't quite look like a Shanxi accent, it's a bit weird.

At the moment when the severe pain came, Miyamoto Kawawa wanted to use his Wang Hachi box to shoot himself in the head that was still holding Xiang. Although the southern fourteen pistols have long since fallen into the manure pit.

In fact, the Japanese soldiers who were caught and broke their legs thought right, there are not many grasses in the cornfield, including the surrounding grass, which are basically camouflaged to hide the traps, otherwise, how could the mountain people in the not fertile slopes allow the existence of wild grass?

However, the animal trap made in the Chinese blacksmith shop is of average quality, and if it is placed in the wild wind and rain, it will inevitably malfunction, and there is more than one animal trap that cannot be bounced up.

Miyamoto Kawawa was actually lucky, and the two grasses he stepped on in a row had traps, but they all failed. But the trap he stepped on the second time was stepped on by nearly two or three hundred catties of force, and the place where he was stuck was a little loose. If he walked away from this, it would probably take a few seconds for him to bounce up, and it would never hurt him.

But what's worse is that Miyamoto Kawakazu, who has long been stupid for eating Xiang, also specially stomped his feet to show that the samurai of the Great Japanese Empire were not afraid of the meanness of the Chinese peasants.

So, the trap that was kicked loose again bounced up, showing the Japanese that it, although broken, could still break the boar's leg.

As for human legs, it's even more of a problem.

Miyamoto Kawawa cried.

It's humiliation, it's pain, it's fear.

All kinds of complex emotions were intertwined, making the Japanese second lieutenant from the aristocracy cry.

I don't even care about the impending death.

This is definitely a devil who has been badly hit.

The cry sent to the mountains by the mountain wind made the special forces who were running wildly anxious, this special damn, the little devil dared to harm the villagers when he was fleeing for his life. If you catch them, you must light them all with sky lanterns.

The angry mountain eagle had even figured out how to concoct the devils, and he couldn't kill them with one shot anyway.

The grievances and fears contained in the "huh" cry diluted by the mountain wind really did not fade at all.

A group of special forces led by Shan Ying burst out with their strongest strength, although they were on the mountain road, although they knew that there would be danger ahead, and even, the Japanese might force the people to cry and ambush themselves to shoot black guns.

But this doesn't matter, the important thing is that every second they arrive, maybe some compatriots die under the guns of the little devils.

Everyone's bullets have been loaded and the safety has been opened, the mountain eagle takes the lead, and the 2nd special squad unfolds in a goose-shaped formation to run wildly on the steep hillside, and each team member is given a kill order, once the devil is found, it is allowed to shoot, even if they will use the people as meat shields.

Regarding this order, Liu Lang must harden all his hearts. It is not that he is afraid that his soldiers will be damaged because of this, but it is the responsibility of every soldier to sacrifice himself for the defense of his own people.

However, if the Japanese invaders are allowed to get sweetness from it, from now on, more people will suffer because of this, and if the Japanese invaders who have no bottom line sacrifice this trick in every battle, it will be the biggest disaster for the Chinese nation.

War is so cruel.

All sacrifices are for the continuation of the nation.

A village, a town, or even a city is insignificant in the face of the continued continuation of the nation. From generals to creeps to civilians, no one is not to be sacrificed.

In the face of extreme ferocity, what generals and soldiers have to learn in this war is to harden their hearts.

The blood debt must be paid with blood.

It's just that it's not what the Chinese soldiers imagined. When the cornfields came into view of them.

The Chinese soldiers, who had imagined it countless times, felt that they must be hallucinating.

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