"Master Yang, we have eaten this dish and drank the wine. When will we see the bride?"
"Mr. Yang, I heard that my third aunt is a famous beauty. Please come out and let us open our eyes too!"
…
As the wine got better and better, some people took advantage of the drunkenness to shout to see the bride. This was considered a routine practice in rural areas. Although no one dared to cause trouble in Yang Qiye's wedding room, there was still a big fuss made by the drunkenness. Someone is there.
Men are good at this. Even if they don't get any glory, they still feel they have earned it after looking at it from a distance!
Mr. Yang Qi was very old and married a beautiful little wife. He also wanted to show off, so he drank a lot of wine and complied as soon as he got drunk.
Fortunately, he still remembered to save something, and just asked Mrs. Xi to invite the maid pretending to be a fake bride, put on wedding clothes, and watched from a distance. Who can tell the difference?
After all, this is about courting a young wife, and there is not so much particularity. If it is a big house, it is impossible for outsiders to meet her.
It is said that a man relies on his clothes and his horse relies on his saddle. The little maid was originally good-looking, but she became even more beautiful after putting on the wedding dress. Of course, there is also a psychological effect in this, after all, she is the bride.
"Come on, Xiaoyu, this is Company Commander Ma of the Eighth Route Army. I'd like to give you a toast on behalf of my husband!"
Yang Qiye's face glowed red, he was very proud of his life, and he was about to have a pear blossom crush the begonia. Under the envious eyes of the whole house, he was already confused, and even he himself almost regarded the maid as his real master.
A trace of evil flashed in Masako Masao's eyes, which quickly disappeared. This old devil's self-control ability is really not that strong!
In this regard, he is indeed more of an excellent special operations commander than Kazuki Yamamoto, and the same is true for several other officers, who quickly controlled their nature.
"You're welcome, Mr. Yang, thank you!"
Masako Masao overlooked one thing: his soldiers did not have as much self-control as he did.
He had just raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp. At the moment when everyone was about to cheer, a discordant voice appeared——
"Yoshi, I like the flower girl's work!"
Yamazaki Jiro blurted out a Japanese word, his eyes full of lust.
The hall suddenly became quiet and you could hear the needle drop, and the atmosphere became very subtle.
"Pah! Pah!"
"Bagayalu, Yamazaki-kun, you drank too much!"
The sergeant next to him habitually gave Yamazaki two slaps. The original intention was to stop him, but in the end, it turned out to be a cover-up.
Many people were so drunk that they were frightened and woke up instantly. They were all speechless, fearing that they would be killed. They would rather not hear...
Yang Qiye just smiled awkwardly at Masuko Shigeo and continued to pretend to be drunk!
Masuko Shigeo had an evil smile on his face, looking like a devil from a distance.
I saw him making a "kill" gesture with his hand, and then continued drinking as if nothing happened.
The maid in the wedding dress stepped back reflexively, but unfortunately her hand had already been grabbed by Masuko Shigeo...
"The devils are killing people!"
A sound of extreme fear pierced the peaceful countryside, startling several birds in the woods...
Hell is empty, the devil is in the world
Because a group of devils came, Yangcun became a hell on earth
"Taijun, I am a good citizen——"
Yang Qiye only had time to say these words, but he had no time to save his own life. Second Lieutenant Sasaki, who had been drinking and chatting with him a minute ago, took out the special forces dagger he carried with him and plunged it into his heart... …
The moment he lost consciousness, the image in his eyes was fixed on Masuko Shigeo pounced on the maid dressed in happy clothes;
There was actually a weird smile left at the corner of his mouth. In the end, Yang Qiye failed to "overwhelm the sea with a pear blossom"!
But he has no regrets, because at the most critical moment, he changed the pillars...
If he knew that Yang Fan entered the bridal chamber for him, would he still have a smile on his face?
A brutal massacre was staged in Yangcun, which was isolated from the world. The screams of men, the wails of women, the cries of children, and the whimpering of the elderly were all covered up by the Japanese's obscene laughter...
After a long time, a crow floated over Yangcun, sending away the group of devils from hell!
A child's cry was heard, making people cry;
This child is protected by a young mother with her life, and is also the only surviving seedling in Yangcun...
After a long time, Yang Fan and Xiaoyu tremblingly slipped out of the secret room. What struck their eyes was a tragic scene that could only be seen in hell.
There was still laughter and laughter before, but the joyful village has been dyed red with blood, and it is bleeding. Xiaoyu was so frightened that she lost her voice completely, and her beautiful eyes were full of fear.
"This was definitely done by a kid. Only a kid can do such a thing that is worse than a beast!"
Yang Fan muttered that he did not believe that the Eighth Route Army did it...
Suddenly he knelt down on the ground, faced the sky, and shouted to the sky:
"You little devil, I am your ancestor! Yang Fan swears that he will not be a human unless he avenges this revenge on me!"
A group of big men in strange costumes appeared outside Yangcun. The unusual tranquility of Yangcun aroused their alarm. It was not like the tranquility that a village should have...
Shitou signaled Li Guoping's team to be alert with gestures. He led Ma Dahu's team to go deep into the village to find out. The third team was with Chu Xiong.
Shitou was only a hundred meters away from the village, and he could already smell the faint smell of blood. His eyebrows were furrowed, and he had an ominous premonition in his heart!
He signaled everyone in sign language to prepare for battle, and ordered the second and third squads to go back to the village from the back mountain, while he himself led a squad of 10 members to touch Yangcun from the front.
When he was only twenty or thirty meters away from the village entrance, he finally heard a human voice. It was Yang Fan swearing to the sky.
Although he is the chairman of the Japs' town maintenance committee and a standard traitor, because the Japs previously adopted a very paralyzing and moderate policy in the security area, many people thought that this was a change of dynasty. The Japs were no more terrifying than the Suffering Army and the Shanxi-Sui Army. To some extent, they haven't really seen the true face of the Japanese.
This includes Yang Fan. Before that, he had thought about following the Japs to a successful career. He really believed the Japs' lies and thought that as long as he didn't resist like in the Eighth Route Army base, the Japs would be as kind as ever, and he could become popular with the Japs. Drink something spicy!
When he saw the tragic situation in Yangcun, he was completely angry. Yangcun was the place where he was born and raised. Although he later followed his father to Fuhu Town, Yangcun was still a hometown that he couldn't let go of;
Those fellow villagers who fell in a pool of blood, even the mud-legged ones he despised the most, were his childhood playmates...
Now, he has completely recognized the Japs' faces, and hatred has filled his eyes. Now he just wants to kill the Japs!
"Brother Fu, look, there is another doll here, the Yang family's doll!"
After hearing this, Yang Fan felt happy. There is a baby, and the Yang family is here!
He already regarded himself as a dead person. He would either kill the Japanese or be killed by the Japanese in this life.
"Xiaoyu, let's go back to town and get the baby settled with you first!"
When the two of them turned around, their pupils dilated instantly, as if they had seen a ghost, and Xiaoyu's mouth was opened so wide that she could stuff an egg...
"Fellow, don't be afraid, we are the Eighth Route Army!"
The soft sound of stone rang in their ears.
