The guns outside Huaiyin City crackled all night, first the guerrilla troops wanted to take advantage of the darkness to attack Huaiyin, but they encountered Waterloo and suffered heavy losses and had to retreat to rest.

In the second half, the elite forces of the devil's ambush surrounded the camp of the Ninth Guerrilla Column, in an attempt to completely annihilate the Ninth Guerrilla Column.

As the sky dawned, the gunfire had thinned out, and the field outside the city was full of craters with shells, littered with corpses and discarded pots and pans.

Under the surprise attack of the devils and the puppet army, the exhausted Ninth Guerrilla Column resisted for less than half an hour and was completely finished.

Groups of devil soldiers with cross-faced faces and cross-cutting spears stood guard around the battlefield, their bayonets still stained with minced flesh and dripping blood, apparently experiencing a fierce battle.

The officers and men of the guerrillas resisted very stubbornly, and under the leadership of the officers, they rushed left and right to try to break out of a bloody road, but except for Liu Jinhu, who escaped by chance, most of the others were blocked back.

The little devils came prepared, and they were surrounded by a network of light and heavy machine gun fire, and it was not easy to break through.

The smoke of the battlefield had not yet cleared, and many people were charred by the burning dry grass, and the smell of blood and roasted meat was disgusting.

Surrounded by more than a dozen officers in straight uniforms, Yamaguchi Akamatsu, the commander of the devil's brigade, personally inspected the battlefield, and when he saw the Chinese officers and soldiers who were killed and wounded everywhere, Yamaguchi Akamatsu's face was full of pride.

"This is what will happen to the Imperial Japanese Army!"

Yamaguchi Chimatsu is now very happy in his heart, and in one fell swoop he wiped out the guerrilla column in Huaiyin, and finally got rid of the trouble of his henchmen.

"Captain, what about the captives?"

The devil officers were all beaming, and some people saw the disarmed prisoners of war sitting on the ground.

"Let's go, see." Captain Yamaguchi Akamatsu strode towards the disarmed guerrilla officers.

Many officers and men of the Ninth Guerrilla Column had no choice but to lay down their arms and surrender when they saw that there was no hope of breaking through.

At this moment, there were seven or eight hundred captives who were disarmed by the devils, and they sat there in embarrassment and did not dare to move, surrounded by ghost soldiers loaded with bullets.

"Taijun, Taijun, we are willing to surrender......"

Seeing the devil officers coming, the captives were in a commotion, and most of them were frightened, and some hurriedly shouted.

And the one who nodded and shouted the most attentively was Ma Ming of the second detachment of the original guerrilla detachment, and his behavior made the surrounding guerrilla officers and soldiers glaring angrily.

Although the officers and men of the guerrillas chose to lay down their arms when they were surrounded and there was no hope of breaking through, it did not mean that they really wanted to surrender to the devils, but only a way to get out.

However, the traitorous behavior of Ma Ming and others made the rest of the guerrilla officers and soldiers unable to accept it for a while, and they spat on it one after another.

"Hahaha, what a soft bone."

Seeing the performance of Ma Ming and the others, the devil officers laughed sarcastically.

"Yours, get on your knees." Captain Yamaguchi Akamatsu also smiled and pointed at Ma Ming's order.

"Yes, yes," Ma Ming knelt down for the devil as he spoke, and kept kowtowing: "Taijun, Taijun, I was forced, I am willing to surrender, willing to surrender." ”

The devils around him leaned back and forth with laughter, not expecting that the guerrillas they regarded as opponents were so weak, and Yamaguchi Akamatsu's face flashed with disgust.

"Your shit, mine don't." Yamaguchi Akamatsu stared coldly at Ma Ming, who kept kowtowing, with a look of arrogance.

"No, no, Taijun, I can help you fight the guerrillas, I'm not a waste...... Ma Ming, who kowtowed, panicked, he was scared.

Yamaguchi Akamatsu, the captain of the devil brigade, pulled out his shiny adjutant knife, stroked the blade with the white gloves he was wearing, and slowly walked towards Ma Ming, still muttering to himself: "My knife hasn't drunk blood for a long time......

Seeing the captain of the devil brigade walking towards him with a knife, the grass on the wall was suddenly full of fear, and he couldn't believe that this was true; "No, no."

Two burly devil soldiers stepped forward and pressed Ma Ming, who couldn't help but retreat, and the powerful force made him unable to move.

The rest of the guerrilla officers and soldiers were silent, and many of them also shook their heads and regretted that this Ma Ming, who was once the leader of the guerrilla detachment, wanted to take refuge in the devil, but who knew that the devil did not want him.

The cold blade clung to his skin, and the eyes of Yamaguchi Akamatsu, the leader of the devil brigade, were filled with a bloodthirsty gaze like a beast.

He held the adjutant's knife and pulled it fiercely, and the sharp blade easily cut Ma Ming's plea for mercy in his throat, and a stream of blood rushed to the sky.

Seeing that this little devil was so cruel and murderous, the officers and soldiers of the guerrillas all shrank their heads in unison, and did not dare to meet the gloomy gaze of Yamaguchi Chimatsu.

As the captain of the brigade, Yamaguchi Akamatsu usually does not have the opportunity to go to the battlefield and fight with Chinese officers and soldiers in close quarters on weekdays, but now he is excited by the blood.

"Throw it away and feed the dogs!" Yamaguchi Akamatsu wiped the blood stains of the miserable official's knife on Ma Ming's tattered military uniform and ordered.

In the back, more than a dozen wolf dogs with baring fangs were being loosened and barked wildly and pounced.

The surrounding devil officers and soldiers watched with interest as the wolf dog tore at pieces of bloody flesh and blood without the slightest discomfort.

"Captain, what about those prisoners, and are they incorporated into the security forces?" A devil staff officer asked the captain Yamaguchi Akamatsu for instructions.

Yamaguchi Akamatsu glanced coldly at the guerrilla officers and soldiers whose eyes were full of hatred, and shook his head: "There are enough security forces, we don't have extra food to feed more people, let's kill them all." ”

"But they are prisoners of war, according to international law......" The devil staff officer hesitated.

Captain Yamaguchi Akamatsu reminded with a straight face, "Have you forgotten the order that His Majesty the Emperor gave two years ago? Soldiers in China are not treated as prisoners of war and are not subject to any international law. ”

"Hey!" The devil staff officer didn't dare to look at Yamaguchi Akamatsu, and hurriedly bowed his head in response.

"Kill them all!" The devil's staff officer quickly gave the order.

The surrounding devil soldiers were all excited, looking at the unarmed guerrilla officers and soldiers who surrounded them, it was like a pack of wolves meeting a pack of lambs.

In the face of the bloodthirsty gaze of these devils, the guerrilla officers and soldiers also felt bad and became agitated.

"Teng Teng Teng—"

The devil's heavy machine gun on the high place roared first, and the trajectory of the heavy machine gun cut into the middle of the captives, and immediately set off a rain of blood.

"Ugh!"

"Ahh

The guerrilla officers and soldiers who laid down their arms did not expect that the devils would attack them, and they immediately screamed in a miserable manner.

"Brothers, fight with the little devils!" Some people suddenly stood up, grabbed the stone and threw themselves at the nearest devil.

"Poof!"

But within two steps, the bullet pierced his body, and he staggered and fell.

Hundreds of guerrilla officers and soldiers roared angrily and launched a final charge against the devil's bullets, but flesh and blood were no match for the rain of steel bullets after all.

In just a few breaths, the hundreds of guerrillas who had laid down their arms were lost, and they were corpses gushing with blood on the ground.