Perhaps the woman in black discovered that Wu Xiaoqi recognized her, so she shook her head gently, telling him not to scream, just pretending that she didn't see her.

Wu Xiaoqi was not stupid. Although the woman in black did not speak, he already knew that she was his sister Ping, but he didn't understand how the delicate sister Ping would have to do with gunfire and Japanese on such a cold winter night.

Before Wu Xiaoqi could react, the woman in black had slowed down and quickly gotten back. At the same time, a messy footsteps came from not far behind her. Wu Xiaoqi heard it very clearly. This was the unique sound of the Japanese soldiers stepping on the bricks of the bluestone street. It was obviously coming to chase her.

Wu Xiaoqi's brows frowned, and his heart also hung up. He was worried for Sister Ping that in this city, the Japanese soldiers were synonymous with cruelty and inhumanity. If they fell into their hands, what would happen to Sister Ping like a delicate woman, he would never dare to think about it.

Just as he was about to signal her to run into the alley next to him, he didn't expect that the woman in black went straight to him. In his dumbfoundedness, he quickly uncovered the lid of the feces bucket behind him, and threw a ball of black stuff into the feces bucket behind him. His movements were very fast, so that Wu Xiaoqi could not see clearly the black stuff, what was the thing that was falling down.

Maybe it was because of anxiety, or maybe it was because the black stuff was a heavy object. When it was thrown into the feces bucket, the feces splashed and naturally poured on Wu Xiaoqi's back. The previous wet and cold feeling once again appeared behind the back, and the familiar stench was smelled in his nose again.

"Be careful..."

"Run into the alley!"

Both of them spoke. Although the voices were very low, the sound made Wu Xiaoqi even more sure that the woman in black in front of him was Sister Ping, whom he respected the most. If anyone else hadn't cared about him like this, so before she could finish her words, she pointed at the alley hidden in the dark.

The woman in black hesitated for a moment, as if she wanted to say something, but looking at Wu Xiaoqi's clear eyes and anxious expression, she said nothing, and stomped her feet and ran towards the alley.

Seeing Sister Ping's back disappearing at the entrance of the alley, Wu Xiaoqi breathed a long sigh of relief, slowly covered the toilet lid that had just been lifted, walked to a wall under the street light, squatted down, and looked towards the direction where Sister Ping was running.

In just a short while, the chaotic footsteps turned into Japanese soldiers carrying 38-large covers. The bayonets on the muzzle reflected a dark green light. A chill rose in Wu Xiaoqi's heart. It was not the coldness of the winter night that made him feel this way, but he was really scared from the bottom of his heart. He had seen these beasts humiliate women in the street and kill the people in the street. He could not ensure that these bitches raised would cause any harm to him. There was also the dazzling red on the small plaster flag hanging below the muzzle, which made him feel even more dizzy. It seemed that this red was dyed red by the women and villagers who fell at the street corner. The Japanese soldiers and their yellow military uniforms were in Wu Xiaoqi's eyes, which was the devil and its evil coat.

Since the Japanese soldiers appeared in his pupils, Wu Xiaoqi began to tremble all over. His fear was not pretending, but his instinctive reaction. After all, he was really young and had witnessed the Japanese's cruelty with his own eyes, which made his hands holding his head tremble. He was originally squatting under the wall, but because his feet were squirting and heavy load on his back, the thin young man collapsed on the ground. The dung bucket fell heavily and hit the bricks on the bluestone street, making a muffled sound that was not loud.

Although the sound was not loud, it was enough to attract the attention of the Japanese soldiers. The leading Japanese shot directly at this side without saying a word.

The orange-red gun fire blooming at the muzzle is like a beautiful flower, so gorgeous, so dazzling, but so evil and so ruthless.

It should be that Wu Xiaoqi's life should not be extinct. The bullet shot from the Japanese gun dragged a long tracer and landed on the wall that was only ten centimeters away from his head. The gravel splashed when he drilled into the wall brick hit his face, and the pain immediately came into his mind. He had already raised his heart to his throat because the sound of the feces tank falling to the ground. Now he was so shocked that he almost fainted by the sudden shot. His whole body seemed to have lost strength. He felt a heat flow from the base of his thighs. He was so scared that he wet his already thin trousers!

Wu Xiaoqi is just an ordinary boy, and a fatherless orphan. He never thinks that peeing his pants is a shameful thing. Compared to the life he is about to lose, it is almost nothing. Ants cherish their lives, let alone individuals, let alone a young man like Wu Xiaoqi who is still struggling to survive even in poverty and difficulties. His attention at this moment is not at all about being scared to pee, but instinctively stuttering and shouting: "Don't kill me, don't kill me! Taijun, don't kill me!"

He just knelt down and kowtowed. If he hadn't been scared and had he been paralyzed long ago, if he hadn't had a manure bucket behind him, Wu Xiaoqi would have really done this.

In such an era when human life is as cheap as paper, he encountered such a group of animals who regard human life as careless. Even if Wu Xiaoqi really knelt down and beg for mercy, it would be a normal thing, because he was just an ordinary person, a helpless young man who lived a life of silence, his choice would actually be the same choice for most people in this city.

The Japanese who fired the gun was a little angry. His shooting skills have always been his proud capital, but unexpectedly, they failed. When they pulled the bolt and pulled out the shell and pushed the bullet into the load, they aimed at the commoner who was sitting on the ground under the wall again, they pressed the gun he was holding down with one hand, and heard the voice of Captain Tsukada in his ears: "He is just a humble coolie, don't waste your bullets."

Wu Xiaoqi had never tried this taste before, and was pointed at by more than a dozen bayonets. He was afraid of the bayonets, and even more afraid of the dark muzzle behind the bayonets, for fear that an orange-red flower would suddenly bloom at the dark muzzle. His thin body could not bear the blow without thinking.

"What are you doing?" The question was the Japanese officer who stopped the Japanese soldiers from shooting. His Chinese was very stiff, but it made Wu Xiaoqi understand clearly. However, at this time, he was too scared and didn't know how to answer at all. He just kept tossing and saying the same sentence: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, don't... kill me..." The extreme fear made his teeth start to collide, and his words slowly stutter. He could feel his face trembling.
Chapter completed!