At noon, the Japanese devils had not left in Luo Village yet. They piled up tables, chairs, boxes and cabinets collected from various households, poured gasoline, and lit piles of fires. Then, they picked up the caught live chickens and pigs with bayonets and placed them on the fire to roast them. They also threw the dead ox on the ignited cart, preparing to have a full meal before leaving.

In a ditch not too far from Luo Village, Wu Ming met the 20 and 30 women from Luo Village who escaped. Looking at these women who were frightened and silent, Wu Ming put away his gun and clapped his hands to show that he had no malice.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not a bandit." Wu Ming tried his best to stabilize the emotions of these people, pointed to the black smoke coming out of the village, and asked, "Can anyone tell me what's going on there?"

After a long silence, a middle-aged woman with a little more courageous spoke up and told the story.

Wu Ming frowned and looked at the distance. It was not too difficult for the Japanese cavalry to go in and make trouble. However, there was still a burden of Hong Yue around him. Should he let her go or throw her to somewhere?

"Where are you going to go?" Wu Ming withdrew his thoughts and turned to ask.

The women looked at each other, and the middle-aged woman came forward and said, "Hide here for a while. When the Japanese devils leave, we have to go back to the village to see the situation."

Wu Ming nodded, pointed at Hong Yue, and said to the women: "Then please help me see how it is? I want to go to your village to take a look." As he said that, he pulled out his pistol, shook it, and said proudly: "We man haven't seen the Japanese devils for a long time, and at least we have to meet them. N see if these Japanese devils are still like that."

"There are many Japanese devils." The middle-aged woman looked at Wu Ming in disbelief, "Big brother, no, good man. You may not be alone, right?"

"Don't believe me?" Wu Ming shook his head and said firmly: "You guys stay here and see how I deal with these beasts." After that, he looked at Hong Yue and continued: "This is my third concubine. She dared to take my money and elope with my local groom, making me look like a beggar. You can watch her for me. If she is not honest, you will beat her hard."

Looking at the contemptuous gazes that the women around him cast, Hong Yue stared at Wu Ming with fierce eyes, really trying to slap him a few times in the face so that he could not talk nonsense.

Wu Ming observed carefully outside the village for a moment. A plan formed in his mind. He sneaked into the village and touched the place where the Japanese tied the war horses.

After burning, killing and looting, the Japanese were very relaxed in defense. Most of them barbecued in the square in the village, with only a few sentries.

A Japanese sentry sniffed and smelled the smell of barbecue coming. He swallowed and looked towards the square, hoping that these guys could leave more meat for themselves instead of gnawing on the remaining bones.

"Uh". The Japanese Sentinel's neck hurts sharply, and his throat feels as uncomfortable as if it is stuffed with sand. He shook, bulged his eyes and slowly fell down.

Wu Ming ran over with his waist, pulled the Japanese legs, and dragged the body into a yard. After a while, he walked out in a big form wearing the Japanese clothes, carrying the 38th hood cover.

Most of the Japanese war horses were concentrated in a large yard at the east end of the village, guarded by five Japanese soldiers. The smell of boiled meat came from the room. The three Japanese in the yard were almost flowing out, and while taking care of the war horses, they looked into the room frequently.

A crack suddenly opened at the gate of the courtyard. A Japanese soldier with a dusty face leaned in and waved gently at the three Japanese soldiers with a smile on their faces.

The three Japanese soldiers looked at each other, all of whom were puzzled. What was they doing? What did they mean by swaying around with their hands in a mysterious way?

"Horse road, go and have a look." A Japanese pushed the Japanese next to him, "If you want to eat meat, let him get out of here if you want to eat meat.

The crossroads shook his head helplessly, walked out, and there was no sound when he left the yard.

The Japanese soldier poked his head out again, waved his hands to the remaining two Japanese more mysteriously, and said, "Come on, Miss Hua."

The two Japanese were excited, no wonder there was no sound in the crossroads. It turned out that they were going to have fun on their own. It was really not interesting. Although they killed many people today, the women either ran away or committed suicide. They really couldn't find Miss Hua to have fun.

Two Japanese soldiers walked out of the yard, and the Japanese soldiers outside the yard pointed at a small yard and pointed the direction, "There are three flower girls there."

"Yoxi, Yoxi." The two Japanese were overjoyed and had no time to think about it. They hurried over one after another.

Wu Ming covered the Japanese's mouth from behind, and stabbed his finger into his temple. The corpse "punched" and fell heavily to the ground. The Japanese in front turned his head in shock, and a little cold light pierced into his eyes and penetrated his brain.

After dealing with the two Japanese, Wu Ming pushed open the gate of the courtyard and walked into the house. Two Japanese were shouting next to the stove pit, one was adding firewood and the other lifting the lid of the pot, tasting the taste with a spoon, and nodding his head. When he heard someone coming in, the two Japanese ignored him and thought they were companions in the courtyard!

Wu Ming put the gun at the door, walked behind the two Japanese, and suddenly stabbed into the back of the Japanese Tianchai, then bowed, grabbed the Japanese who was just savoring the taste, and suddenly lifted it up. The Japanese caught off guard and plunged into the boiling pot. Wu Ming grabbed his kicking legs tightly, gritted his teeth and watched him struggle until he slowly stopped moving.

Cheng Ming threw away the Japanese corpse, spat fiercely, and cursed: "Damn it, this pot of good meat is wasted."

After killing five Japanese devils, Wu Ming searched carefully inside and outside the house and found a small bucket of gasoline, which was probably used by the Japanese to burn the house. With a smirk, he dripped some of the tails of each horse, and sprinkled the straw piled in the corner of the yard all over the floor, pouring gasoline.

Finally, Wu Ming pulled out a dagger and cut off the reins of the horse. In this way, the Japanese wanted to stop the shocked horse and had no place to attack.

Everything was about to stop. Wu Ming tore off a Japanese military uniform, dipped it in some gasoline, wrapped it in a stone, and opened the gate with the remaining little gasoline and walked out.

The horses in the yard began to get restless, and the increasingly strong smell of gasoline made them feel dangerous.

A small fireball drew a beautiful arc and flew in over the courtyard wall. With a thunder, the wheat pole with gasoline poured on the ground burned, and many horses also caught fire. The war horses neighed one after another. One horse, two horses, and then more war horses rushed out of the courtyard. Another fire wall suddenly stood up. The road was blocked, and the burned war horses had to turn their heads and run wildly to the other side. Through the fire wall, Wu Ming smiled happily, climbed over the courtyard wall, and bypassed the fire wall. He first gave the Japanese in the square a fire horse formation, and then went up to kill in the chaos.

The Japanese in the square in the village were gnawing the half-baked meat, talking and laughing loudly, and suddenly the neighing sound of horses came. Then the rushing sound of horse hooves became closer and closer. Many Japanese stopped chewing and looked around in confusion.

Dozens of war horses, no, should have been called a crazy horse rushing out along the street, like a rushing, running around and jumping around in panic, looking for a way out. The Japanese who were caught off guard jumped up one after another, exclaiming loudly, trying to stop the shocked horse. But the fire was so burning that the horses were running forward like crazy, and they didn't listen to the shouts at all. Moreover, the horses had no reins, and the Japanese were so anxious that they jumped around and had no place to do anything.

In a turmoil, many Japanese were knocked to the ground, and the unlucky ones were even trampled on several hooves.

Screams, horses neighing, shouting, and chaos in the square.

Wu Ming followed the horse group with a 38-large cover, shouting seriously, and sneaked into the Japanese group. He made his face charred and ran around, looking very active.

A Japanese man who was knocked to the ground by a frightened horse covered his chest and moaned happily. Seeing that no one was paying attention, Wu Ming kicked his little brother hard. The Japanese man trembled all over and rolled his eyes.

Wu Ming inadvertently squeezed his shoulders, and a Japanese staggered, and was hit by the oncoming horse, screaming and being pushed away.

It's fun, it's really fun. Wu Ming got excited and ran around, helping the Japanese, and secretly laying his hands from time to time.

A Japanese officer waved his fists and ordered the Japanese loudly, probably meaning that someone was sabotaging him and he must catch this guy. More than a dozen Japanese ran to the yard where the horses were tied up. There must be troublemakers, otherwise the tails of these scared horses would have caught fire.

Wu Ming quietly approached the Japanese officer. He was surrounded by Japanese soldiers with rushing steps. No one expected that the troublemakers would come in. Their main target was the horses running around.

The Japanese officer looked around and howled a few times from time to time, but he didn't realize that the God of Death was approaching him.
Chapter completed!