Shaking off the man's arm with a hard hand, the old Northeast smiled and stabbed forward with the rifle in his hand, and another wounded Japanese soldier with blood arrows spewed on his body collapsed to the ground. The guerrillas who were thrown away by Lao Dongbei were furious when they saw this, and immediately pulled the bolt of the rifle in their hands, put the muzzle of the gun on Lao Dongbei's back, and shouted, "Stop, believe it or not, I shot a hole in you?" ”

The muzzle of the hard gun poked in the back, this time not only Lao Dongbei was angry, but even the iron bull who was covered with bullet boxes was a little unhappy. "Little bastard, take your gun away, don't force Lao Tzu to kill." Lao Dongbei threw the rifle in his hand at his feet, and as he spoke, his right hand was already stretched out to the shell holster on his waist. Tie Niu couldn't help but be anxious, if he was pulled out by Lao Dongbei, this guy who used a rifle against Lao Northeast would not survive nine times out of ten.

"If you have something to say, it's all your own people, as for that?" Although Lao Dongbei was as sarcastic and disdainful as possible for Tie Niu and Gouzi along the way, Tie Niu still treated him and Tang Cheng as his own. It was impossible for the three of them to be entangled together without attracting attention, and a man in a short shirt with his sleeves on his sleeves strode over, looking at the short gun he was carrying in his hand, which should be the man who counts in this guerrilla army.

"Liu Yong, what are you doing? Why point the gun at your own people? Put the gun down. The man in the short shirt first reprimanded the guerrilla who held the gun at the old northeast, and then carefully inquired about the reason for the entanglement of the three men. Lao Northeast disdains to take care of them, Tie Niu is the stupidest, everything can only be known from Liu Yong's mouth, of course, the answer he got is extremely unfavorable to Lao Northeast, but Lao Northeast doesn't care.

"You are also a member of the Lijiapu guerrillas, how can you not know our policy of preferential treatment of prisoners? Even if you don't know, since Liu Yong has already sued you, then you shouldn't take action against the Japanese prisoners of war who have laid down their arms. The man in the short shirt thought that the old Northeast was also from Song Tieshan, so he reprimanded the old Northeast fiercely with a straight face. The guerrilla named Liu Yong gloated and looked at Lao Dongbei, only to find that he didn't pay attention to his captain's words at all, and only cared about picking up bullets from the corpse.

"Speaking of you, our captain is talking to you, look at what kind of attitude you have, if you were in our guerrilla team, you would have been expelled a long time ago." Seeing that Lao Northeast not only ignored himself, but also ignored his captain, Liu Yong raised his foot and kicked Lao Northeast directly when he got angry. "Oops" Liu Yongren didn't kick, but was grabbed by the ankle by Lao Dongbei and thrown out, and Liu Yong, who flew out, rolled a few times in the bloodstained mud, and then screamed out.

I didn't want to pay attention to these guerrillas, but after being harassed by the other party repeatedly, Lao Northeast would really be angry, and forcefully shook off the left hand stretched out by the man in the short shirt, pointed at the remaining Japanese soldiers and shouted angrily, "Preferential treatment of prisoners? When did the devil treat the captives favorably again? Keep your fucking eyes wide open, look at these devils, are they done with putting down their weapons? Put down your arms, and they won't be devils? Do you see the look in their eyes? Then the fucking eyes will still kill, and the killing will be Chinese. ”

shouted out the fire accumulated in his heart at the top of his throat, Lao Dongbei seemed to feel better, but his voice also recruited those people from the guerrillas. Listening to Lao Dongbei's words, Tie Niu looked at the three Japanese soldiers who were still alive, and the fierce light flashing in the eyes of one of them was looked at by Tie Niu, it seems that Lao Northeast is right, even if they have laid down their weapons, these people are still devils.

Seeing Lao Dongbei bending down to pick up the rifle on the ground, the man in the short shirt was enraged, took two steps back and raised the short gun in his hand, aimed the muzzle of the gun at Lao Dongbei's chest, and shouted loudly: "Don't move, as I said, since they have laid down their arms, it means that they are our prisoners, and the guerrillas will not kill prisoners." Lao Dongbei ignored him, just pulled the bolt and prepared to push the bullet to load, and originally wanted to use the bayonet to pick the remaining three Japanese soldiers, but seeing that the man in the short shirt was so resolute to stop himself, Lao Dongbei was ready to shoot and kill the three Japanese soldiers openly.

Pulling the bolt and finding that there were no bullets in the magazine, he immediately reached out and grabbed the Hanyang-made in Tie Niu's hand, but Tie Niu dodged it, and Lao Dongbei had to pick up the rifle that was out of bullets again. Lao Dongbei stepped forward, put the short gun of the short-shirted man on his chest, and said coldly, "Lao Tzu is Chinese, you can kill me if you have a kind, so that Lao Tzu can also see the methods of your guerrillas." ”

The man in the short shirt was very angry, and was about to say something more, when Tang Cheng, who had already found a grenadier canister, came over. Mending knives for corpses or wounded soldiers is the tradition of the second company, and besides, the old northeast killed Japanese soldiers, Tang Cheng has always turned a blind eye to the killing of prisoners. Seeing that the guerrillas pointed guns at Lao Northeast one after another, Tang Cheng was also a little unhappy, helping you to attack Tugang, and you were treated like this, and no one would feel good in their hearts.

After learning the whole thing from Tie Niu's mouth in a few words, Tang Cheng couldn't help but feel amused by the whims of the guerrillas. Stretching out his hand and pointing to the three Japanese soldiers squatting together, Tang Cheng said to the man in the short shirt, "Not to mention that we are not members of your guerrillas, if you look back and take a closer look, do these devils seem to be willing to surrender sincerely?" Do you have to wait until these devils are moved by your sincerity and finally lay down their weapons? Do you think it's possible? If these Japanese soldiers really did this, would China still be invaded by the Japanese army? ”

"How is it impossible, there are already people from the Japanese Allied Army in Yan'an who are helping our Eighth Route Army, those are also Japanese, they can, and so can these prisoners." The man in the short shirt still insisted on his attitude, and Tang Cheng couldn't help but shake his head when he saw it. Seeing that Tang Cheng obviously didn't believe his words, he shouted to the man in the short shirt and said in a relaxed tone, "We *** people are fraternity, as long as they can lay down their arms, we will not blame the past, we believe that they will sincerely surrender to us one day." ”

Tang Cheng just smiled but didn't speak when he heard this, and took a few steps forward and pointed to the corpses that had just been carried up the mound, "These are all people from your guerrillas, do you just let them die and be injured in the hands of the devils in vain?" Just for what kind of preferential treatment of prisoners? For what bullshit is not to blame for the past? The guerrillas standing around looked at each other thoughtfully after listening to Tang Cheng's words, but no one spoke.

"We are different from you, we don't have the big heart of you, and we can not blame the person who killed his robe friend." Tang Cheng pointed to himself and Lao Dongbei, "We all escaped from death, they killed my robe and relatives, I should kill them to avenge me." I don't have your Su Wei's mind and any bullshit fraternity, I only know that from the day they entered the land of China, they should be ready to be shot by us, otherwise this war will lose its meaning. ”

When everyone, including the man in the short shirt, was secretly thinking about Tang Cheng's words, Tang Cheng pointed to the three Japanese soldiers and shouted a short sentence in Japanese, and when everyone was surprised why Tang Cheng could speak Japanese, one of the three Japanese soldiers suddenly picked up a rifle on the ground and screamed and stabbed Tang Cheng with a bayonet. Everyone was shocked, but Lao Dongbei, who was standing beside Tang Cheng, pushed Tang Cheng away, and Lao Dongbei looked coldly at the devil soldier who stabbed in front of the gun, and only waited for his bayonet to stab him in the chest before he turned to one side to avoid it.

When the bayonet and the body of the spear slipped in front of him, Lao Dongdong's left hand suddenly stretched out, and he grabbed the body of the rifle just when the devil's strength was exhausted. The ghost soldier who had been shot empty immediately regained the rifle with all his might, but the body of the gun was caught by Lao Dongbei but did not move at all! This devil soldier couldn't help but be shocked. Without waiting for this devil soldier to let go and retreat, Lao Dongbei suddenly took off the bayonet on the rifle with his right hand, held it with his backhand, let go of his left hand, turned his body to the left and rushed forward, and the bayonet in his right hand slid along the body of the rifle.

After the sharp bayonet cut off the left thumb of the devil soldier's gun, it also cut the right common carotid artery of the devil soldier when Lao Dongbei and the devil soldier staggered by. The devil soldier who was stabbed in the neck first screamed, and then immediately covered the wound on his left thumb with his right hand, but then found that his right neck began to spurt blood outward, and he couldn't help but let out another strange scream, desperately holding down his right neck with both hands, but the common carotid artery that was completely severed could not be held down by his hands.

Bright red blood continued to spurt out from the wound on his neck, instantly staining half of the devil soldier's body red, and the devil soldier, who had lost too much blood, first knelt on the ground with his legs weak, and then convulsed his body and leaned into the dirt and no longer moved. This bloody scene made everyone thrilling, and they couldn't speak for a long time, especially the man in the short shirt who pointed a gun at the old northeast, and his face turned pale, "I am a soldier, in my opinion, these Japanese soldiers are invaders whether they lay down their arms or not, so the only thing I need to do is to try my best to kill these invaders." The more the invaders die, the fewer people will die, this is a truth that even three-year-old children understand, don't say you don't know. Without waiting for the man in the short shirt to react, Tang Cheng raised his right hand and fired two shots, killing the remaining two Japanese soldiers in a pool of blood.

"Don't tell me anything about preferential treatment for prisoners, when you have food, you have to give it to those who can fight, and you have to take care of the mouths of the common people, can you still save your own food for these Japanese soldiers?" Seeing a trace of shame flashing in the eyes of the man in the short shirt, Tang Cheng and Lao Dongbei couldn't help but look at each other, what kind of people are these, they would rather be hungry than feed the Japanese prisoners of war.