The rammed earth wall that was originally in disrepair could no longer withstand the impact and collapsed with a crash.
The thatched roof was raised high and collapsed directly.
The puppet company commander ordered his men to carry out the corpses wearing the uniforms of the Imperial Association Army one by one.
You still have to do the dirty work...
The collapsed rammed-earth wall of the wing broke into several pieces, two of which were tilted and not fully grounded. The thatch roof, which was ignited by the grenade explosion, was still burning.
Maybe...under the collapsed wall, there are still eight survivors.
Seeing that the other two walls next to him seemed to be collapsing at any moment, the pseudo-company commander hesitated. Even if there were still Eighth Route Army alive below, they might not be able to survive.
Taijun did not order him to search, so he was too lazy to send people in to search.
He didn't know that these elites in front of him had no experience at all in this kind of unscrupulous sweep operation!
Several survivors were placed in the hospital, the blood oozing from their ears, nose, eyes, and mouth slowly solidifying.
There was blood in the corners of his eyes, and he looked at the sky with a dull look.
They had been stunned by the bombing.
A few Japs were busy among the survivors. After a long time, the survivors seemed to have been blown into idiots. They didn't answer any questions they asked...
All five fingers of a survivor were chopped off by the imperial army one by one. Balu even just frowned and shouted a few times. It seemed that the hand was not his at all...
The puppet soldiers who stood among the ruins as coolies and watched the fun were frightened and at a loss what to do.
Even though it was known that the survivors were guerrillas, they all wore the uniforms of the Imperial Army.
No one alive was seen in the house, and all the intact bodies were carried out.
There are still some stumps, broken arms and intestines on the ground, and there is no interest in cleaning them up.
The imperial army did not speak and did not dare to leave at all.
After a while, the ensign waved his hand.
The sharp bayonet stabbed into the survivor's abdomen and stirred.
...
The Japanese left and went to Baidaokou Town. There was no time to waste here.
The puppet soldiers also left, the stretcher was long and the injured men had to be sent to the hospital as soon as possible.
The imperial army doesn't care, so why bother? Even if a few fish slip through the net, what does it matter?
Even if the cunning rabbit dies, he still understands the principle of being cooked by lackeys.
Besides, gunshots are still ringing in the south, so there's no need to waste too much time here.
Surprisingly, the imperial army seemed to have forgotten to set the fire.
Of course, the pseudo-company commander had no idea about the origins of this group of devils!
The puppet soldiers were busy pulling wooden sticks from the thatch to carry stretchers, and then carried the injured ones to Bali Camp. Arriving at Bali Camp earlier would give them more hope of survival.
The puppet soldiers who fell behind looked at the house with broken limbs and broken arms all over the floor, and the bloody corpses in the yard...
Terrified...
Almost everyone is dead. Anyway, there are still two houses that are badly burned. How can I still feel like setting fire to the whole village...
village.
It was finally quieter.
There was almost no other sound except for the sound of the roof that was raised in mid-air still crackling and burning and the air churning upward.
The fire was much smaller.
The collapsed rammed earth wall was supported by the sturdy table that Old Bandit Qi had arranged to lean against the wall earlier. Most of it collapsed to the ground, and the other half was firmly supported by the table legs and stools, forming a small space underneath.
Although the temperature under the collapsed earth wall was high, it did not reach the level of suffocation.
A voice coughed: "...Qi, are you dead?"
"Dead..." A hoarse voice murmured in a low voice: "Your kid is not dead either?"
"I'm a cat, how could I die so easily... I didn't expect that this table and stool could hold up this collapsed wall." Gu Jiao
"The enemy seems to have left."
"If he doesn't leave, do you still expect them to dig you out?"
"There are so many soldiers in the room, but we are the only two left..."
"Bullshit, those few in the cellar are probably still alive..." In a bloody battle on the battlefield, there will be people who have no choice but to give up. They have been forced to give up. After seeing it too many times, Qi Laoqi didn't think it was anything at all. Maybe Wang Xiaosan This kid may not have much experience, so he can give some guidance.
"I didn't hear their voices." Wang Xiaosan's weak voice was mixed with gasping. He knew very well that his squad and some of the wounded soldiers who stayed in the courtyard did not enter the cellar... most of them died.
"Most of them think the Japanese haven't left yet, so they don't dare to say anything. Why don't you ask now?"
"Damn it, if there are enemies outside, if you ask me now, is that asking for your own death?"
"I really thought you'd be blown up by a grenade and become a fool."
"You...if you weren't afraid of death...then did I really scream?"
"Then shout quickly, otherwise you are a stick..."
"You idiot..." Wang Xiaosan cursed and then asked: "Let me ask you something, why don't you join the national army?"
"There aren't many good people in those guys at the Broken Soldiers Collection Station. If they are recruited into the new army, they will be like a child without parents, and they will have no choice but to be used as cannon fodder..."
"Afraid of death is just afraid of death. What excuse can you make..." Wang Xiaosan was a little proud: "Our Eighth Army is different. Every time, the commander charges forward..."
Old Bandit Qi doesn't want to talk nonsense with this guy, but now that he's so stupid, he can live and die together: "...I'm not afraid of death, I'm afraid of dying without a complete body..."
"If you are not afraid of death, why would you become a traitor..."
"You know what the heck, even if you are a puppet soldier, you can still be in Cao's camp and your heart is with Han!"
"Hey, those traitors we caught all said that..."
"I was never afraid of death when I fought with the Japs. Every time I fought, my brothers tried their best to greet the Japs. Unfortunately... our weapons are not as good as the Japs. Our shooting skills from a long distance are not as good as the Japs. At close range, we are not as good as the Japs. Even with a bayonet I can't defeat those Japanese..."
"That's not right. You are tall and tall, a head taller than the little devils. How can you not defeat them?"
"Even if we were in a class against three little Japs, we couldn't take advantage at all. It was even easy to fight them desperately... Many times, we were shot to death by the Japs behind them before we even rushed to them. When they got closer, those Japs worked together in groups of three or two and couldn't defeat them at all."
"Then the rifles and bayonets in your hands really become fire sticks?"
"Then why didn't you go out and fight with the Japs just now? He first bombarded you, then knocked you unconscious with a grenade, and then stabbed you in the chest with his bayonet..."
"I heard that the Japanese used their bayonets to draw back bullets. Is this true?"
"You kid...haven't you ever fought with a Japanese with a bayonet?"
"Hehe, I really haven't tried hard..."
"Sooner or later, you will die in their hands! Let me tell you, when the three men attacked, the man in the front was fighting with his bayonet. There was indeed no bullet in the gun, but the mission of the man behind was to shoot and deal with it. Their best approach….”
Wang Xiaosan suddenly interrupted the old bandit Qi's chaos with pride: "The battalion commander said, we will not fight the Japanese in close combat... We will fight guerrillas, and if we can't defeat them, we will run away..."
"I heard that all the eight-pronged troops like to play with swords. Why haven't I seen any of them?"
"There used to be a swordsman in the third company who was very good... Our battalion... used to have one, but he left later and we all learned a few tricks."
The old bandit Qi sighed: "Not everyone can use the sword to perfection. How many Japanese can be chopped down by just a few people on the battlefield? If nothing else, even if I let you chop firewood for ten minutes, you Do you think you still have the strength?"
"It's a pity that you Eighth Route Army are too weak... Let's not talk about anything else. How many counties have you occupied in such a big place like North China? You are hiding in the deserted mountains to fight guerrillas. It's true that you are bandits. "
"We are united in resisting Japan."
"You are so stubborn when you are talking about your mother's balls. Then tell me, you have been fighting against the little devils for almost ten years. How can you win in any battle? Don't tell me about a hundred-regiment battle. A hundred regiments occupy favorable terrain to ambush. Two Japanese divisions, it's embarrassing to say it..."
"You...our ninth battalion destroyed at least two squadrons of Japanese..."
"Well, that's right. Then tell me, how many squadrons do the Japanese have in total?"
"Hey...I didn't know...it's not good, the fire seems to be going out..."
"Isn't it just right to turn it off?" Old Bandit Qi said with joy in his tone.
Wang Xiaosan was furious and screamed: "Have you never been burned by fire? When the fire goes out, smoke will come out. The smoke will fly everywhere, and we will be smoked to death..."
"Then quickly pour water on the towel and cover your mouth and nose..."
"If you think it's simple, how long can you cover it with a towel?"
