On October 6, 1938, Wangjia Village, on the eastern foot of Taihang Mountain, a small village with only 32 households, is located in a remote place, but it looks like a paradise in this war-torn era. A group of simple farmers live a poor and satisfied life here.

But in this era when the land of China is in decline and the people are in dire straits, who can be immune to the influence, keep it alone and stay out of the matter!

Now this paradise has become a hell on earth, with bloody storms covering this small mountain village.

In the morning, two Japanese troops from the 11th Mixed Brigade of the Japanese Army from Renjia Village fifteen miles away rushed into Wangjia Village and broke into the home of the village chief Wang He. When they saw Wang He's two daughters, they were stolen and shouted "Miss Flower!" and rushed towards the girls.

People often burst out superhuman power for the things they love. Wang He was so honest. He was furious and furious at the two Japanese soldiers with a sickle in his hand. The two Japanese soldiers fled back to Renjia Village with their heads in their arms.

Wang He hurriedly told the villagers what happened, and everyone quickly left the village to hide, but there were still some elderly people with limited mobility left in the village. These simple villagers were probably not enough to treat the inhumanity and cruelty of the Japanese, and did not realize the seriousness of the problem.

At noon, more than a dozen fully armed Japanese soldiers came to Wangjia Village again, entered the village, killed people when they saw them, burned the house when they saw them. In an instant, thick smoke rolled, and the fires soared into the sky, and the whole village turned into a sea of ​​fire. Gunshots, people's crying, the screams of livestock, and the shouts of Japanese soldiers mixed with the shouts and laughter.

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"Where the hell is this? It's a hell." Wu Ming cursed in confusion as he walked.

Although the surroundings are also surrounded by trees, the plants that are definitely not grown in tropical rainforests, nor are they as stuffy and humid as tropical rainforests. And from a glance, they are surrounded by mountains, overlapping mountains, abrupt peaks, intertwined walls, and green mountains and flowing water. Is it clearly a mountainous area? What are you doing? Where do you get such majestic mountains in Colombia? And the mountain wind blows, and it brings a hint of chill.

Wu Ming looked at his watch and had been out of the cave for more than three hours. The watch had not stopped. But looking at the sun, the time seemed to be wrong. There was no mountains ahead. You should have met villages and towns and people. Then, you can ask carefully what the hell is this place?

Wu Ming shook his body and stopped. Yes, it was the gunshot, the vague, intermittent gunshots. Wu Ming listened carefully for a while and made a judgment. It should not be too far from this. Wu Ming took off the sniper rifle from his shoulder and began to walk carefully in the direction where the gunshots came.

When Wu Ming arrived at Wangjia Village, the crazy Japanese devils had already left. The fire in the village was still burning, and a bad smell of burnt came from time to time.

"What is this for? Is it a movie?" In the bushes on the hillside outside the village, you can see the entire village with a clear view. Wu Ming looked at Wangjia Village from afar through the all-weather telescope on the sniper rifle. This looked like a house in the mainland in the last century and a thatched hut. It should be a historical film?

While Wu Ming was making random guesses, a whispered sound suddenly came from the bushes twenty or thirty meters away. He picked up his gun and slowly leaned over.

"Mom, are the Japanese leaving? I'm hungry." A low voice was spoken in the bushes.

In Chinese, they speak Chinese, and there are other Japanese devils, Wu Ming was surprised.

"Fengniu, wait a little longer and we will go home." A woman's voice came.

"Little sister, be obedient! Hold on for a while and wait until you beat the rabbit to eat."

Wu Ming suddenly pulled open the grass with the barrel, and three pairs of frightened eyes shot over at the same time.

A middle-aged woman wearing ancient clothes (this is true in Wu Ming's eyes) hugged a little girl about ten years old tightly, and a young and a half squatted beside her.

Wu Ming looked at the three people in front of him with a surprised gaze, and these three people also looked at Wu Ming, dressed in fancy clothes (jungle disguised clothes) with fear.

The oldest man saw Wu Ming in a daze, gritted his teeth and secretly grabbed the firearms and hunting rifles placed under his feet.

"Don't move," the low warning made the old man stop acting rashly.

"Chinese?" Wu Ming asked tentatively.

The middle-aged woman hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"Where is this place?" Wu Ming continued to ask.

"Wangjia Village." The middle-aged woman stammered.

Wangjia Village, how could I know where Wangjia Village is? Wu Ming frowned and decided to ask another question, "What is this mountain called?"

"Taihang Mountain." The half-year-old child said, looking at Wu Ming with confusion.

Taihang Mountain? Wu Ming narrowed his eyes in Taihang Mountain in Hebei Province, mainland China, knowing that this place is a tourist destination. Why did I come here?

Wu Ming slowly took back the gun and barely squeezed out a smile, "Don't be afraid, I'm also Chinese."

When the three of them saw Wu Ming speak Chinese, they put away their guns and were relieved.

"Why do you dress like this? Are you filming?" Wu Ming asked in confusion.

The three of them looked at each other and they were dressed a little torn, but nothing strange. Isn’t this the case for poor families?

"What month is it today?" Wu Ming saw that the three of them did not answer, looked at their watches and asked.

"Today is August 1st, 26th year of the Republic of China." The middle-aged woman thought for a while and replied.

"What? The Republic of China? It's still twenty-six years?" Wu Ming asked with wide eyes.

"Yes, it was the 26th year of the Republic of China." The middle-aged woman shrank back in fear and repeated stutteringly.

In the 26th year of the Republic of China, which year was that? Although I don’t know what year it was, Wu Ming knew that it must be a very early year. Is there really a time and space traveling, like in the movie? Wu Ming thought hard and turned around and pointed to the village where the fire was still in extinguished under the slope, "What's going on? Aren't you making a movie?"

"It was done by the Japanese devils. They killed people and set fire, but it was broken." The old man also stood up and said hatefully.

Lies to me must be lying to me. A voice sounded in Wu Ming’s mind. Seeing is true, hearing is false, and hearing is false. I have to go down and see. What is the Republic of China and the Japanese devils must be lying to others.

Wu Ming glanced at the three of them, turned around and walked towards the village.

The smell of smoke, bloody smell, and burnt smell permeated Wangjia Village. The more you walked in, Wu Ming's mood became heavier, with blood everywhere. Most of the elderly people slaughtered by the Japanese army in the village were old people. Villager Wang Peirong was tied to a tree, and there were more than 10 pieces of minced meat on the ground around him, with intestinal liver and lungs hanging on his lower body and falling to the ground. Wang Xiaolian, who was seven months pregnant, died in a very miserable state, with bloody flesh and bloody belly shattered by bayonets, bloody intestines, and bloody fetus was thrown beside him. The old lady in her seventies was lying naked on the ground, her two shriveled breasts were cut off and thrown aside, and her bloody lower body was still stuck with a corn cob. The broken limbs and arms that kept appearing in her eyes were dead, and her head was dying with eyes, and the human internal organs and intestines were burned like charcoal, which made Wu Ming feel that this was a hell on earth.

Wu Ming's brows became tighter and his mood became worse and worse. The heavens were so good that he not only brought himself to this bloody and painful era for no reason, but also allowed himself to witness such a bloody and living hell.

As an excellent killer, there are always seventy or eighty people killed by Wu Ming. However, he has never done or seen such a massacre of venting the elderly and pregnant women, or a cruel murder that is unscrupulous. This kind of murder for the sake of killing people and treating killing as a pleasure makes him angry and disgusting, and the slaughterhouse-like village makes him feel even more irritating.

People hiding outside the village rushed back one after another with anxiety, and those who had relatives stayed in the village were particularly anxious.

"Ah!" A sudden scream from the village came out, and a man in fancy clothes ran out quickly and headed straight to the woods outside the village, which scared the villagers.

"Mom, is it the person just now?" the little girl said, pointing to her back that disappeared into the woods.

"Fengniu, don't worry about him. The Japanese are gone. Let's go home and have a look!" the middle-aged woman shook her head and said.
Chapter completed!