The original Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade is a good example, he Yang Ling is not a good man and a woman, and he has a lot of blood on his hands, so he doesn't mind getting more on it.

Although it was already night, the slate village was bustling with hustle and bustle, with blazing torches and lit bonfires, reflecting the red and slightly hideous faces of hundreds of members of the Little Knife Society.

On more than 10 wooden stakes in front of the ancestral hall of Shiban Village, the 14 guerrilla officers and soldiers who had been stripped of their clothes were covered in flesh and blood, shivering in the cold wind, and had become half-dead.

Around the ancestral hall, hundreds of men, women, and children gathered, their faces were crazy and they were cheering loudly.

A burly middle-aged man with a twenty-ringing beard pinned to his waist was waving his eyes and staring coldly at a young offspring who was kneeling on the ground.

This young postnatal has a blue nose and swollen face, and he is only wearing a short coat in winter, although he is held down by two strong men, he still doesn't want to bow his head.

"Zhang family boy, say, why don't you hand over the grain!"

It was the bearded middle-aged man who spoke, he was the hall master of this generation of the Little Knife Society.

"Why should I give you the grain I grow at home!" Although the young descendant was beaten, he still spoke in a tough tone at the moment.

"Our knife will protect you from being bullied by little devils, that's a knife to beg for a living, you hand over food to us, that's right." The head of the Knife Club said coldly.

"Whew!" The young descendant was broken, and said loudly: "You said that you would protect us from being bullied by the little devils, but where are you when the little devils come, and my father was killed by the devils, where are you?!" ”

When the young descendant's questioning made the branch master of the Little Knife Society hear this, a touch of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he snorted coldly: "You know a fart, if we don't lure away the devil army, don't talk about your father, the whole village will suffer!" ”

"No matter how quibbly you are, if you don't pay food, you are against our Little Knife Society! It's an ungrateful white-eyed wolf! The branch master of the Little Knife Society stood up and asked loudly to the people around him, "Tell me, everyone, what to do with this kind of ungrateful!" ”

The people around him were all brainwashed by the knife club, and they were all shouting frantically with emotion: "Kill him, kill him, don't be such a white-eyed wolf!" ”

Seeing the noisy people around and the gang of the Little Knife Society, the officers and soldiers of the more than a dozen guerrillas who were tied to the stake also looked unbearable, they knew that this young man was finished.

But now that they are crossing the river, it is difficult to protect themselves, and it is still unknown whether they can survive.

"Well, I have decided that we cannot bypass this ungrateful white-eyed wolf, but we must listen to the will of the Ancestor! Wait for me to ask the ancestors. The branch master of the Little Knife Society loudly stopped the hustle and bustle of the crowd.

After hearing this, the young man's face was like ashes, he knew what kind of treatment he would face, he was definitely dead.

The branch master of the Little Knife Society quickly changed into a long robe, and recited the charm in his hand, carrying out the pre-execution practice, calling on the so-called ancestor to come down and punish.

And the people around who were bewitched were all very pious and silent, and they worshiped the branch master of the Little Knife Society.

Seeing the head of the Little Knife Society, a guerrilla officer and soldier who was pretending to be a ghost and tied to a wooden stake took advantage of no one's attention, and gently cut the rope tied behind him with a sharp tile.

Although the guerrilla brother Sun Liang was covered in scars and pain, he still endured the severe pain, cutting over and over again, and the tile he held in his hand when he was tied up has now become the hope of survival.

And now, the eyes of hundreds of people around the ancestral hall were attracted by the actions of the branch master of the Little Knife Society, and they did not notice the movements of Sun Liang, an officer and soldier of the guerrillas.

Soon, the wrist that was tied to the back of the stake was loosened, and the rope finally broke after hours of cutting.

Sun Liang's face was overjoyed, and while people were not paying attention, he quietly left the stake, walked to the side and untied the rope behind the brothers, and the scarred guerrilla officers and soldiers were very excited, under the cover of night, they were saving themselves.

"What are you doing?"

While Sun Liang and the others were quietly untying their companions' ropes, a knife keeper turned his head and noticed their movements.

Sun Liang saw that his deeds were revealed, and he directly rushed up and threw the gang of the Little Knife Club to the ground, without waiting for the gang of the Little Knife Club to react.

He had already snatched the knife from his waist in his own strength, and stabbed it into the chest of the Knife Guild, and a fountain of blood spurted all over his face.

After killing the gang of the Little Knife Society with lightning speed, Sun Liang held the bloody knife and hurriedly turned around to cut the brothers who were still tied up.

"They're going to run!"

At this moment, many people saw the movement here, and seeing Sun Liang's movements, the knife would help to fry the pot.

And their bearded branch master was also furious, and shouted, "Can't let them run!" ”

In the eyes of the branch master of the Little Knife Society, Sun Liang and the others are all money, one is worth 100,000 oceans.

Although Sun Liang and the others were starved for a day and were beaten and frozen, they were also people who came out of the battlefield, and they cheered themselves up and knocked over a few knives in a row to help the people.

"Take him with you!"

The squad leader of the guerrilla squad snatched the rifle of a member of the Knife Society, fired a shot at the person who pounced on him, knocked him over, and pointed to the brother behind him at the young man who was being detained not far away.

They knew that if they left, this young man would definitely be executed by the Knife Society, and they could not see death without help.

The gang of the Little Knife Society was knocked out several times in a row, and the guerrilla squad leader shot at the rushing man, while the other brothers rushed over, dragged the young man up and ran.

The sudden chaos and gunfire caused the Knife Society gang to panic, especially after several people were shot and killed, they all ran around in fear.

"Ancestor bless, invulnerable! Rush up and catch them! ”

Seeing that the guerrillas were about to break through, the branch master of the Little Knife Society was also anxious, and hurriedly shouted.

Hearing his shout, the chaotic gang finally came back to their senses and turned around and pounced.

"Withdraw!"

Seeing hundreds of people rushing over in the dark, the squad leader of the guerrillas also knew that the situation was not good, and a gun could not withstand it, and more than a dozen people ran out of the village in embarrassment.

The whizzing bullets continued to pass by them, causing the surrounding walls to pop and rattle, and the guerrillas fled in embarrassment.

Fortunately, these people in the Little Knife Club had very few guns, and their marksmanship was surprisingly smelly, and although the bullets flew around, the guerrilla officers and soldiers were not hurt at all, but turned around and knocked a few of them.