At night, around 10 o'clock, the Japanese prisoner-of-war camp had begun to massacre the prisoners.
Perhaps the Japanese army had such a plan for a long time. They actually built a prisoner of war camp in an offshore warehouse.
A large number of prisoners of war were tied together with ropes. They were pulled out of the warehouse in batches, and then stood in a row, waiting for the little devil's butcher knife.
There are more than 800 prisoners of war in the prisoner-of-war camp, and now more than 300 of them have died tragically at the hands of the Japanese invaders.
When every Chinese soldier faces the butcher's knife, he has only one thought, and that is death.
Because they were in a prisoner of war camp and life was worse than death.
They were all tied together with ropes and had to go to the toilet on the spot.
One to two hundred people were imprisoned in a warehouse, and the smell was no different from that of an aqua toilet.
Moreover, many people were detained here for a week, but they only ate three times of stick noodles and cabbage noodles that had gone rancid and even pigs would not eat.
Therefore, when they faced the Japanese butcher's knife, no one resisted or shouted. All they think about is the word 'liberation'.
When you die, you are liberated. They won't have to suffer anymore.
What's more, even if they want to resist at this time, they don't have the strength. Some people even lost the strength to walk and were dragged out by the Japanese.
Therefore, even if the Japanese do not massacre these prisoners of war, they may not survive long.
But the crazy Japanese would never give these prisoners of war any chance. In order to save bullets, they stabbed the prisoners with bayonets.
The Japanese in charge of the execution were covered in blood. After killing more than 300 prisoners of war, they sat on the ground smoking and resting.
The Japanese squad leader seemed to be showing off his physical strength. While waving his sword and cutting off the heads of prisoners of war, he laughed loudly and said: "Sick man of East Asia, come on? Are you coming to fight with me? If you can beat me, I will let you out, hahaha!"
The prisoners of war stared angrily, and if they had not been hungry for seven days and had no strength at all, they would definitely tear the little Japanese in front of them alive.
"What are you looking at? Do you Chinese people have big eyes? We men from the Japanese Empire have big eyes, hahaha!"
The Japanese squad leader laughed, raised his sword, and was about to stab the Chinese soldier who stared at him.
However, at this moment, a sentry shouted: "Sir, there is a group of cars coming towards us."
"Baga, who is so blind that you are sending prisoners of war to us at this time?"
The squad leader was very dissatisfied. Because there is only one small team of Japanese soldiers stationed here, but they have to take care of more than 800 prisoners of war. All prisoners of war will be executed tonight. Then they can evacuate.
So the Japanese team leader complained very much.
He walked near the gate, and the Japanese soldiers had already opened the gate. Fifteen trucks filed in.
A captain officer got off the lead car. The Japanese captain quickly stepped forward, bowed and saluted: "Sir, what are your orders?"
Reporter Fang, using the lines he had memorized with Duan Wu, said with a straight face: "The first reason we are here this time is to escort some important prisoners of war. The second reason is to express our condolences to you. Major Yamamoto is here for everyone here. I have prepared gifts and asked your people to come and receive them.”
"Hi!"
The Japanese team leader was very happy because finally someone remembered that they were here. They have been in this inhospitable place for almost half a month. They ate cabbage vermicelli and only rice every day. Their eyes turned green from what they ate.
He ran a few steps and shouted: "Go and call everyone here, the chief is here to express condolences to us."
"It's great, someone finally remembered us."
"Xiao Nanjun, go and call the people in the room quickly!"
"Okay, right away!"
The Japanese were very happy, and in just a moment everyone was shouting. A full team, fifty-four people in total, lined up in two lines.
The Japanese squad leader stood on one side, as if waiting for the Dragon Boat Festival review.
Duan Wu stepped forward, cleared his throat and said: "Dig Daxi, dig, don't talk about it. Little devil, your death date has come, please accept my sanction for you!"
"Nani? Chinese?"
The Japs squad leader screamed, and the other Japs prepared to take their guns. But at this moment, behind the Dragon Boat Festival, a dozen guards had already prepared fried beans for the little devil.
chug! Chuchuchu! ...
More than a dozen MP28 submachine guns aimed at the little devils and fired a series of fierce shots. The soldiers did not stop until all the devils were beaten into a sieve.
The Japanese team leader was not completely dead yet, and he muttered in Japanese: "You, who are you?"
"What did he say?"
Dragon Boat Festival asked reporter Xiang Fang.
Reporter Fang translated: “He asked us who we were.”
Duanwu thought for a while and asked: "In Japanese: 'I am your father'. How to say it?"
"·············"
Reporter Fang was speechless and thought to himself: Are you still young?
But he still replied: "Wataxi dig ki, Mi Nao oh Tousangta!"
"Watasi dig, ki, Watasi dig ki, mi na oh tousantha,...ok, ok."
Duanwu was very happy, ran to the little devil captain, squatted down and said: "Wataxi dig, ki, mi lo oh, mi lo oh tousang da, ha ha ha."
"idiot!"
The Japs squad leader understood and cursed the bastard.
Duanwu knew that he had succeeded. At least the Japanese he spoke was understood by the little devil.
"You are Baga, your whole family is Baga."
Duanwu took out his pistol, pointed it at the little devil's head, and shot him.
At this time, Xie Jinyuan just wanted to order the soldiers to rescue people. Duanwu shouted loudly: "Wait, let me take a look first."
Dragon Boat Festival walked to a dark corner. What he saw were corpses and the ground stained red with blood.
The whole scene was miserable. More than three hundred prisoners of war were slaughtered by the little devils in a corner of the warehouse. There were still more than forty prisoners of war who had not been killed, kneeling on the ground. There were a dozen oil barrels beside them, which were probably used by the little devils to burn the corpses after killing them.
The prisoners of war were very hesitant at this time. Because I don’t know why, the Japanese who killed them were killed by another wave of Japanese.
They were wondering why the Japanese would kill their own people. But absolutely no one would have thought that someone could come to save them. Because all Chinese troops have withdrawn. And after the Japs finish killing people, they will also withdraw.
And they are the victims of this war and have no value at all.
Of course, they didn't think about anything valuable. They only knew that they would die here today.
"Hey, you idiots, are you all scared out of your wits?"
Duan Wu has been learning Japanese recently and has learned how to speak Chinese. When he speaks Chinese, he has a Japanese flavor.
After hearing this, more than forty Chinese prisoners of war suddenly became disheartened. He thought to himself: Sure enough, the little devils are fighting among themselves...
