Xiao Hongying, who walked into the yard, looked ugly. After entering the house, she leaned the rifle wrapped in linen to the door.

He came to Hu Yi, sitting behind the table, closed his eyes and was recuperating, and lowered his head and lowered his voice: "You are a wounded person now, you should recover from your injuries..."

Hu Yi really wanted to answer Xiao Hongying and said that his eyes were fine.

But the stinging sensation from his eyes made his narrow eyes unable to open his narrow eyes a little wider, so he quickly took his attention from the blurred figure of the woman in his heart.

Xiao Hongying squeezed between Hu Yi and the table, took out gauze and started to wrap around Hu Yi's head: "I don't care about my eyes at this time. If I become blind in the future, will the vixen still like you..."

Hu Yi raised his hand suddenly and untied the yarn shore wrapped around the forehead with little Hongying. "What are you talking nonsense..."

Xiao Hongying didn't care and brought the water that had been boiled in the basin next to her that had not completely turned cold: "The vixen is reviewing the Japanese spies in the county..."

Hu Yimeng opened his eyes and stood up. As soon as he walked to the door of the yard, he suddenly turned back to the house, took off the mullet holster hanging on the wall and put his head into the gun belt.

Three long magazines and three short magazines are inserted into the special cowhide bullet covers that are equipped with submachine guns.

He took away the rifle that Xiao Hongying leaned against the wall.

...

Su Qing sat in the county police jail.

Looking at the Japanese who were hanging on wooden stakes, I always felt that it was unreal.

To be precise, she has almost no experience in interrogation.

In her past memory, the wooden stakes were hanging from the Eighth Route Army soldiers... or underground comrades.

He looked up again at the enemy named Murakami.

Although the Eighth Route Army's policies were relatively vague, they only treated prisoners and not spies.

The Japanese were also caught on the battlefield, but they were almost always taken as prisoners and sent directly to the division.

As for spies, they can be executed directly!

He turned around and looked at the monkey who had made the torture instrument sound in prison.

The guy was holding a soldering iron in his hand and a whip on his shoulder, and was studying the tiger bench in front of him...

It's like a child fiddling with his beloved toy...

My hands were tied to a wooden stake and Murakami last time seemed to be unable to adapt to the change in his identity.

How familiar is he with the torture instruments that are either against or hung on the surrounding walls.

Once those cold or hot torture instruments take effect, no one can remain silent.

Very few hard bones...there are no bones left.

Having been engaged in secret work for a long time has made him constantly remind himself to stay calm.

Try to recall your past...

Before entering the North Special Police, he served in the military police team of Weihaiguang Temple in Tianjin.

The gendarmerie itself is the most powerful secret organization on the land of North China, and all those who can join are elites.

Those who can enter the North Special Police are even more elite among the elites.

Unexpectedly, he actually overturned the boat in the gutter and was caught by a bunch of local buns in front of him.

The dog next to him had no martial ethics and sneak attacks, and he pulled off the poison pills on his collar first, and then he suffered this humiliation.

According to the unwritten practice of military police, if you cannot commit suicide by taking poison, you should bite your tongue and commit suicide at this time to avoid shame from the Great Japanese Empire.

Uh... I am now the supreme North Special Police!

Suicide is also a shame... Those 8th Route Army must be allowed to see the unyielding hearts of the warriors of the Imperial Army.

...

With a clang, the iron door of the torture chamber was pushed open.

The big and thick bears appeared at the door first.

"That...Sister Su! Hehe... Monkey, are you here too?"

Qu...

At this time, a crow scream outside the torture room window suddenly rang out.

Then there was a sound of wings flapping.

It seemed as if thunder suddenly sounded in Luo Fugui's mind, and he turned to look out the window.

Buzzing...

Hu Yi had a bad vision. Seeing Su Qing's blurry figure, he suddenly came to his senses: "No, it's the Japanese plane!"

…

It seems that it is not difficult for the people to avoid this war.

Just find a place where no one is left for a few days and the war will pass.

The green gauze tents spread all over the plains are a good refuge.

Since ancient times, the wars in the Central Plains have almost all been destroying cities and walls, and even slaughtering genocides, but they have not destroyed crops in the fields.

Otherwise, in the ripening season of sorghum, a fire can turn the crops on the plains into seas of fire!

Food is as important to people as life.

Every year and every day, no matter how storms are storms, there are people working in the fields.

If people in one place die, people from other places will soon fill in.

Become the owner of this brown land again.

As long as the land is still there, the villages will become prosperous again in a very short time.

Cheng Haibo, who was lying on the stretcher, tried hard to divert the heart-wrenching pain from the wound.

Surprisingly, I was stabbed to the back to the front abdomen and did not bleeding much in the wound.

Obviously, the bayonet in his hand avoided the vital parts of his liver.

People who practice martial arts are different from ordinary people. They know more or less the general location of human organs.

He didn't hate the bastard who stabbed him at all.

Because hatred is useless, when the bastards in the Fourth Brigade fought the grenades, the guy desperately pounced on him before the second grenade exploded.

The last sentence he said: "Captain, I'm sorry, I don't want to die..."

If he doesn't want to die, he still dies...

Cheng Haibo tried hard to turn around and took a look at the village that he had actually been unable to see.

Now... the guys chasing behind me are my former colleagues!

Thinking of the bastards from the Fourth Brigade, Cheng Haibo's thoughts slowly dissipated and gradually became dizzy.

The one who carried Cheng Haibo was disarmed by the disarmed Anti-Japanese University members.

Maybe it was because I had stirred a horse spoon in a pot.

When the vanguard of the Fourth Brigade launched an attack, the rebels who fled south did not make any trouble for them.

He even threw two rifles and two bullet bags for them.

After the custody was lifted, the trainees did not escape with the battalion commander.

Instead, through some tips from the defector, he successfully found the commander who was stabbed against him but was not dead.

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The battle between the autonomous army did not sacrifice one's own life, and even only heard gunshots and disappeared.

Therefore, there was no large-scale battle in the village.

The vanguard of the Fourth Brigade used two small cannons that imitated the Japanese grenade launcher, and only fired five rounds of ten grenades. The tactic of three and one surrounds quickly worked.

A group of remaining troops fled in panic, and the battle... ended immediately.

Since the vanguard of the Fourth Brigade, the vanguard of the 4th Brigade has almost no effort to completely occupy the village where the companions once deployed.

West of the village.

The three autonomous troops in charge of the vigilance finally saw the large tomb that had not been completely completed.

The leader took a few glances and quickly turned his gaze away in pain.

The soldiers thought they were all iron-blooded, but when they saw the whole village lying together, the blood from the bottom of their hearts began to tremble.

To be honest, they didn't care much about the life or death of a few people.

But there must be at least one hundred mouths here!

It is said that it doesn’t care about human life, but who can really do it?

The reason why people suffer is that at some point, they will massacre the same kind in order to survive!

The Eighth Route Army promotes the tiger and the fierce lament everywhere, but ordinary people may not know.

However, as soldiers who are more informed than ordinary people, they know some of the inside stories.

In troubled times, everyone wants to survive, and everyone wants to live a more comfortable life.

However, if you want to come through, you must work hard.

The spy liner installed in the village came to report how many people died in the village in the first few days.

It can be ruled out that the death of these ordinary people was not done by themselves.

Not only here, but almost all villagers in nearby villages died in large areas in one village.

The autonomous soldiers who surrendered to the Japanese have long been restless!

After several screams of the wounded men left behind by the First Regiment, the soldiers of the Fourth Puppet Brigade began to clean the battlefield.
Chapter completed!