Chapter 5: Pure Boy (110)

"Fire and kill them all." Eryu was furious for the last time, pointing at the retreating puppet army with the tip of the knife to call the retreating puppet army. The reason why the puppet army used as cannon fodder to attack the vanguard was to save the precious forces of the Japanese Empire. Unexpectedly, the puppet army could not control its mounts when it retreated. In the blink of an eye, it stomped over twenty or thirty imperial warriors of Eryu Squadron. There was a shortage of medical treatment and medicine on the grassland. Even if these warriors who were trampled by horse hooves did not die on the spot, they would probably suffer from a lifetime of disability and would never be able to go back to the battlefield in this life.

"Dadadada, dadadada, dadadada" The Japanese machine gunner aimed at the puppet army fleeing in the front and fired bullets of hatred. So many accomplices did not die at the hands of the Tu Eighth Route Army, but died at the hands of cannon fodder that they had usually been trampled by them. They had to ask for this hatred for the accomplices. Even if they killed all the puppet army in front of them, they could not help but feel hatred.

The puppet troops who fled to the front were swept over a whole row like rice cutting, landed in a pool of blood, rolling and moaning, and the puppet troops who had escaped a little slowly were completely stunned. They shrank their heads behind the neck of the war horse, closed their eyes, and continued to rush around. Several puppet troops rushed to Eryu's Mochi before being shot by a machine gun. The man screamed and fell from the horse's back, but the mounts crashed into the pile of Japanese soldiers with inertia, trampling Eryu's Mochi's Japanese soldiers to howl.

"Don't kill people, shoot horses, shoot horses, kill the front rows of war horses, and their speed will naturally slow down!" Shirakawa Shiro's eyes were split, and he pushed a Japanese machine gunner beside him and demonstrated himself.

"Dadada, Dadadada, Dadadada" Although he has been engaged in staff work, his basic skills are very strong. After shooting a few points, he shot several war horses that were rushing towards him to the ground. The puppet troops on the horse fell one by one, and broke their bones.

"Dadadada, dadadada, dadadada" The Japanese soldiers of the Eryu Squadron were also reminded to lower their muzzles and sweep out a string of bullets at the war horses. The effect was much better than before. After dozens of war horses that had lost control in the front were shot and formed a blood-and-blood barrier. The subsequent war horses either stopped and blew a shrill neigh in front of the corpse of their companions, or took the initiative to turn the direction, carrying the puppet troops on their backs to escape to the left and right sides of the battlefield. No horse hooves could land on the head of the Eryu Squadron.

Despite this, it took Shirakawa Shiro a long time to collect the escaped puppet troops. With the cooperation of several low-level puppet officers, the result made him and Kawata Kiyosaki cry for the last time. In the latest round of battles that lasted less than five minutes, the casualties of the puppet security brigade were as high as 84 people, of which more than 50 were executed by the Okuma Squadron. There were only about ten people who died at the hands of the Tujiao Eighth Route Army, and there were only a dozen people who were executed, or they were missing from the hands of the Great Japanese Empire. In addition, there were seven or eight puppet troops missing in the dark. They probably either had a small abandon or were taken by frightened war horses and drowned in a nearby pond. In short, it was impossible for them to take the initiative to return to the security brigade to be cannon fodder for the Great Japanese Empire.

What made the three Japanese commanders angry more than the casualties of the puppet army was the losses of the Okuyu Squadron. This reinforced squadron, which was ranked among the top ten in the Kanto Army in terms of equipment and training, was even unable to see the face of the Tujiao Eighth Route Army, and more than 20 were trampled to death by the puppet army's frightened horses. More than ten other trampled on their arms or thighs by their horse's hooves, and they completely lost their combat effectiveness. If Shiro Shirakawa hadn't reminded them in time, the number of casualties would have doubled, and their enemies would have probably not even been knocked down in the previous round of battles.

"Come here, take Yang Yaozu to me." Kōaki Kawada reached out to smooth out the eyelids of a trampled Japanese soldier who was unwilling to close his eyes, and gritted his teeth and issued an order.

There were already other Japanese soldiers who tied up the pseudo-subter Yang Yaozu, who was leading the escape, tied up a horse reins like a pig. When they heard the order from Kyoto Kawada, they immediately dragged the man upside down to the front of the entire team, kicked hard, and kicked the dog and ate the shit.

"Give me your life, Chief Kawada." The fake regiment commander Yang Yaozu had been so scared that his feet were weak, he rolled up and straightened his body, robbed the ground with his head. "It was not the subordinate who took the initiative to escape, but the subordinate. The subordinate's war horse was frightened and could not control it. The subordinate, the subordinate just killed the beast with his own hands. The subordinate, the subordinate, was really not intending to escape."

"Shut up." Kawada Kunaki bowed and picked up the neck of the fake regiment commander Yang Yaozu, pulled him to the bodies of the Japanese soldiers lined up in two rows, and identified them one by one, "So many imperial warriors died because of your timidity. What reason do you have to continue living in the world? Kneel on me, kneel on my knees to apologize to them, and then, I will give you a pleasure."

"I am guilty, I deserve to die, I deserve to die." The fake regiment commander Yang Yaozu kowtowed to the dead body on the ground, "I'm sorry to the Taijun, please give me another chance to make meritorious and meritorious."

"I think beautifully." Kawada Kunaki pulled out his command knife with a "scarlet" and thought about it, then handed it to the last hand of the same furious Okushita. "Mr. Okushi, you come to execute the military law yourself and see it off to your brothers."

"Sir, please spare me, please spare me. I really didn't mean it, I really didn't mean it. I thought that I had worked hard for the imperial army over the years, and I had no credit and had no effort. I would give me another chance, and give me another chance." Yang Yaozu, the pseudo-sponsor, heard the sound of the steel knife behind me, and slapped his head hard and cried loudly.

"Then I will give you a last chance." Eryu didn't want to continue wasting saliva for the last time, so she kicked him over, and raised the knife with a smile, stabbed it into Yang Yaozu's stomach with a "poof". The blade did not penetrate more than half a foot deep.

"Ah,." Yang Yaozu cried out in pain and his tightened body twisted in the pool of blood like a live chicken that had just been slaughtered. Eryu pulled the knife from his stomach for the last time, but refused to cut it down again immediately, giving him some pleasure. Instead, he smiled and pointed it at Yang Yaozu's neck repeatedly, as if he would not let this person suffer a while, and could not vent his perverted desires.

The other puppet soldiers who were forced to watch the punishment were unbearable and turned their heads to the side. When the Japanese instructors saw it, they slapped them in the face, forcing them to turn their heads to the execution ground again. "When turning their heads back, no one is allowed to close their eyes. If anyone closes their eyes again, let him go to the burial of the Yang family."

The puppet soldiers were afraid and hated, and they were forced to turn their heads again to Yang Yaozu, who was struggling in a pool of blood, and their bodies were trembling. At this moment, Eryu suddenly had a new idea for the last time. She turned her head and pointed the blood-stained command knife at the puppet soldiers, and at the same time she loudly issued an "invitation": "Who will see Captain Yang off? He has washed away his guilt with blood."

With a "boom.", the puppet soldiers all took a step back, and their originally ugly and numb faces were filled with anger. Yang Yaozu, as the regiment commander, took the lead in escaping his life while charging, and indeed should have been enforced by military law. However, the last time, Eryu tortured him with such cruel means that he could not survive or die, and then forced everyone to execute his regiment commander himself, which was a bit too much, too cruel and too immoral. Even if he was numb, even those who were devoted to the Kwantung Army could not stand this humiliation.

"I'll do it." Just as the puppet soldiers were stimulated to their eyes red, a hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the team. The puppet soldiers turned around angrily and saw the company commander Xiao Zhongtang raised his right hand high.

"Little Lama, what are you going to do?" Immediately, countless people found the anger of anger, and they targeted Xiao Zhongtang, scolding him for not taking the blame.

"My hands are quick, so that Captain Yang can walk more comfortably." Xiao Zhongtang, the pseudo-company commander nicknamed the little lama, sighed, explained loudly to everyone, and then accelerated his pace to Eryu for the last time. From then on, he took the bloody command knife from his hand. "A caesarean section is the glory of the warrior. Please allow subordinates to untie the rope for Captain Yang first, and then introduce him to the wrong way, so that he can walk more dignifiedly."

"You know what caesarean section is," Eryu was stunned for the last time and asked hesitantly.

"I have been trained in Xinjing for three months. I heard instructor Matsui talk about the samurai's caesarean section ceremony." The little lama lowered his head and did not dare to look directly into Ota's eyes for the last time, but the words in his mouth were quite neat.

It is rare to meet such a person who is quite good at being aware of his talent. The last time, Oji suddenly felt the desire to cherish his talent, nodded and ordered loudly: "Then do what you said. He was not worthy of enjoying the ritual of death of a samurai, but I think that he could fulfill his life after serving the Great Japanese Empire for many years."

"Thank you, sir." The little lama responded in a disheartening manner, lowered his head, cut open Yang Yaozu's tie rope with the blade, and then straightened the other party's limp body against a dead horse, and whispered: "Sir, there is nothing I can do, I can only do this for you. In a while, I will recite the mantra of rebirth for you seven times and send you to the Western Paradise."

"Thank you, thank you" The pseudo-sponsor Yang Yaozu had already entered a semi-coma due to excessive blood loss. He heard the little lama's words and murmured.

The little lama sighed again, quickly took his body back half a step, then waved his hands hard, and swept his sword light across like a training exercise, cutting the neck of the fake commander Yang Yaozu more than four-fifths, leaving only the last little flesh and flesh connected to the limbs, making the head hung weakly on his chest, and blood spurting half a foot high weakly.
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