The terrible howls before death, full of despair and pain, are constantly echoing, and those who listen are terrified.

"Why is it so miserable......"

"It's scary, it should hurt, right?"

The common people who were trapped in the house by the cow pimple talked with pale faces, they were very simple, and they didn't think about what cruel things were going on over there.

"Damn, they're killing prisoners, no wonder they don't let us see!"

Several Eighth Route soldiers said with ugly faces, and their previous respect for Lu Yuan had turned into disgust and anger.

The Eighth Route is famous for its preferential treatment of prisoners, not to mention that they can't imagine what kind of tragic scene it would be to kill the unarmed people who put down their guns one by one, and it would be too contrary to the honor of the soldiers, and what is the difference between those damn Japanese devils and bandits?

Lei Mingtie blushed and didn't speak, he also thought that it was too much to do this, but Lu Yuan and him were people from two systems at all, and he didn't have any power to stop or accuse at all.

It was a long time before the dying wails stopped.

"Captain Lei, I'm sorry, I've wronged you!"

Niu Pimple smiled and apologized to Lei Ming and a few Balu, and then beckoned to those ordinary people: "Come on, go and bury those bandits who were killed with me, although these bandits have sores on their heads and pus on the soles of their feet, but after all, they are also people, and it is not good to let them be violent corpses in the wilderness......"

"That's right, the steak chief is really kind......"

"Yes, yes, thanks to you this time, it's right to do this little favor!"

The common people said, carrying hoes and following Niu Pimple and others, and they couldn't stop thanking Dade along the way.

"Hmph, it's still like human language, but it's a pity that it's not personnel!" The Eight-Way Warrior snorted in disgust.

"You all go back and have a good rest, and give you half a day off!"

Lu Yuan came back, and let the dozens of Shi Mingyu and other recruits behind him, who were covered in blood and trembling, go back to the temporary barracks to rest, and then walked towards Lei Ming and laughed: "Commander Lei, you see I'm not wrong, although I only have fifty or sixty recruits, it's still very easy to clean up more than a hundred bandits, right?" ”

Lei Ming snorted coldly and said: "Captain Lu is really famous, it's better to meet, the battle is really good, but don't you think your methods are too vicious?" Ordinary people are easy to deceive, but you don't think I don't know what you did, do you? ”

"Hehe, I didn't want to hide it from you!"

Lu Yuan smiled, pointed to the backs of Shi Mingyu and other recruits and said: "You have also seen that they are seriously lacking combat experience now, and the real swords and guns are still like hoeing the ground with a hoe, and now they have seen blood, I dare to believe that the next time the bandits come or encounter any enemy, they will be more than ten times stronger than today's performance - training is always necessary to really kill a few people to practice, otherwise no matter how good the training is, it will be an empty shelf!" ”

"Those are prisoners, they have guns, and they are all wounded!"

Lei Ming roared angrily: "We are soldiers, killing the enemy on the battlefield and killing the unarmed are two concepts!" ”

"It's because of the wounded that I let them use it to practice!"

Lu Yuan laughed and said: "I don't have so much money and medicine to heal their wounds, not to mention that they may not be cured, my current situation is very tense, there is nothing to waste - and, in my eyes, as long as it is an enemy, it should die, but there is no concept of wounded prisoners!" ”

"You, you're crazy!"

Lei Ming and several soldiers of the Eighth Route heard this crooked reasoning, and they were trembling with anger.

"Son, son, ......"

At this moment, the body of the recruit was transported back, a woman and an old farmer, holding the cold corpse and crying, beating their heads and feet, many ordinary people followed to wipe their tears, and the atmosphere was extremely sad.

"Isn't it miserable?"

Seeing this scene, Lei Ming and several Balu were also full of sadness, and couldn't help but reddened their eyes, and Lu Yuan said: "Actually, I also think that my approach is very cruel, but I do this, so that those recruits can train their courage, and many such tragic scenes can be avoided in the future - if you must say that I am wrong, I admit it, but I tell you, if there is still a chance, I will still do this, cruelty to the enemy, is the greatest mercy to my own people!" ”

Lei Ming and several soldiers of the Eighth Route stopped talking, but they saw this recruit killed by the grenades thrown by their own people, if these recruits had enough combat experience, this recruit would not die at all.

Listening to the miserable cries of the woman and the old peasant, they didn't know how to respond to Lu Yuan's words, they knew that what he did was wrong, but they also knew that if this could make one less person die, in their hearts, they were actually willing to do it.

Dead friends do not die poor, and it is better for the enemy to die than to die for oneself.

"Uncle, aunt, your son died to protect you and all the villagers here, he is good, he didn't embarrass you!"

Lu Yuan came to the corpse of the recruit, solemnly saluted, all the recruits and veterans present, even Lei Ming and other eight roads took off their hats, solemnly saluted, the common people choked, they would not salute, just kneel down and kowtow to thank you.

"Don't worry, you will be our father and mother in the future, as long as we have a bite to eat, you will be indispensable ......" the people said gossipingly.

"Battalion Commander Yang!"

Lu Yuan roared: "This soldier sacrificed his precious life to protect the villagers and people, he is a martyr, bury him, take ten pieces of ocean, and compassionate his parents!" ”

"I don't want the ocean, I want my own son, head ......," the old woman cried. △≧△≧，

Yang Zongman wiped his tears and pulled the two apart, carefully comforting them.

Lu Yuan turned around and walked into the ruined temple, this scene was very sad, he didn't like this scene, and he couldn't say to the old peasant woman that if there was a war, someone would definitely shed blood and sacrifice, and in the future, there would be more sacrifices.

It's cruel, but it's an inescapable fact.

"The bandits have one hundred and thirty rifles, and there may be more than twenty of the better ones, and the rest can only be barely fired, and it would be good if they didn't explode......"

The big bear came back from cleaning the battlefield to report, and the bullet casings and the like have been collected back, especially the bullet casings of the flower mechanism, which cannot be used with commonly used bullets such as 79 rifles, and if you have to rely on platoon transportation to replenish it, each bullet is sky-high.

The bandit leader also brought back, and the horse was also brought back, and all the harvest added up to three horses, one hundred and thirty guns, and more than two hundred oceans were found from these bandits.

It doesn't seem that these bandits came to rob, but as if they were sent to the door to be robbed, and most of them lost their lives.