The angry Imperial soldiers smiled ferociously.
He raised his bayonet and stabbed the obedient Wangjiacun man.
Villagers who surrendered their hands to beg for mercy or wanted to explain that they had never contacted the Eighth Route Army were stabbed to death.
In order to practice the soldiers' bayonet skills, the squadron leader had already given instructions.
In this competition, whoever kills more villagers will get a higher rank.
To serve the empire, to serve the emperor.
The soldiers of the Japanese Empire fought bravely to kill the enemy, stabbing the man's body with a knife.
Among them, two imperial soldiers who are friends with each other are going to start a killing competition.
A soldier suggested to his friend: "Nishii-kun, let us also learn from your predecessor, Mukai-kun of the Nanjing Massacre.
How about a killing contest? "
Nishijing smiled and said: "Yoshi, that's great. I've long wanted to surpass Mukai-kun."
"Come on! Kill the Chinese!"
"Come on! Kill the Chinese!"
The two cheer each other on and fight for the empire.
Suddenly they saw a villager from Wangjia Village running around in a panic. The two Japanese were ecstatic and looked at each other with fire in their eyes.
"Kill me!"
They all shouted loudly and stabbed the villagers in linen clothes who were running around and looking back with their bayonets.
"Ah? Spare my life..."
As soon as the villagers asked for mercy and knelt down, two bright bayonets were stabbed into their chests.
With a pop, two bayonets thrust in almost at the same time.
"Ho ho!"
The male villager wanted to scream, but because his chest was pierced, his lungs seemed to be suffocated, making him unable to breathe and unable to scream.
His mouth opened wide, and bright red foamy blood continued to leak out of his mouth.
He screamed in his heart.
"it hurts!"
What made the man even more painful was that he saw two bayonets pulled out of his chest and he was kicked to the ground.
He fell to the ground, twitching and curling up!
"Nishijing-kun, this Chinese doesn't count. The next one we kill counts."
"Hai!"
The two devils left saying words that the man did not understand.
At this time, his head was empty and he gradually felt nothingness.
The two Japanese soldiers who were separated to look for the Chinese suddenly found a male villager each.
It was a middle-aged male villager wearing tattered linen clothes, trembling and dodging.
Suddenly, the male villager saw the Japanese Japanese and screamed: "Taijun?!"
Nishino discovered it, smiled ferociously, and stabbed the unarmed male villager with his bayonet.
With a pop, the bright bayonet stabbed into the male villager's abdomen.
The male villager who wanted to beg for mercy screamed.
"Ah!~"
The screams of the villagers and the feeling of penetration filled Nishino's heart with joy.
Seeing the blood flowing out from the blade, Nishino was filled with a weird pleasure.
…
In addition to the killings in Xijinye, other little devils in Wangjia Village also tried their best to kill the villagers.
Three little devils broke into a village farm and searched for the flower girl.
Suddenly, in the deep corner of the yard, the bamboo chicken coop shook, and the little devil's eyes lit up: "Yo Xi!"
Excitedly, he opened the chicken coop with his bayonet.
really!
Meet a Chinese woman!
She covered her own mouth with one hand and the 1-year-old boy's mouth with the other.
Prevent screams.
The little devil shouted in surprise.
"flower girl!"
Hearing the soldiers' cries, the remaining two soldiers looking for the flower girl also ran in excitedly.
"Quack!"
The three of them laughed happily.
A Japanese man who ran in was impatient and excitedly pulled the middle-aged woman into the house.
Another Japanese prisoner also stepped forward to help pull her son away.
The village woman kept calling for help, holding her son who was being pulled away from him with one hand: "Ah! Let me go, let me go!"
"Mom~! Mom~! Wow~!"
"Liang'er! Liang'er! Let go of my Liang'er, please!"
The middle-aged woman begged sadly.
Suddenly she broke free from the devil's hands, but she didn't have time to be happy.
Another Japs grabbed her arm, and the Japs from before also came over and grabbed her other arm.
The two devils dragged her into the house.
The village woman struggled hard.
Even the devil's bestiality cannot stop her maternal love for her children.
"Mom~! Mom~!"
The little child was carried out by the little devil, with tears streaming down his face, his little feet kicking wildly, his little hands open, looking away from his mother, and asking for a hug from his mother.
"Quack!"
The little devil smiled ferociously, and when he was passing by the stone mill with his child in his arms, the God of Wisdom suddenly appeared.
He chuckled and laid the child in his hand on the stone millstone.
Then, slowly push the stone mill.
Want to crush Chinese children to death.
"Liang'er~"
"Mom~! Wow~"
The child hears a distant call, or perhaps senses danger.
Shaking his fleshy little hands and feet, he wanted to turn over and crawl away.
The stone mill is getting closer...
The ferocity of the little devil became more and more clear...
Suddenly, with a strong effort on his waist, the child was able to hold onto the small channel and turn over.
Using his little hands and feet, he crawled toward his mother who was calling him.
With tears streaming down her face, she cried and cried, trying to crawl away from the stone mill.
Soon!
Faster!
Sudden!
A squeak!
The child's cries fell silent.
He was crushed to pieces by the ferocious little devil.
The devil, whose body was splattered with blood and minced meat, became even more excited and laughed.
…
At the independent regiment station, Li Yunlong's entire regiment did not discover the Wangjiacun massacre.
The stubborn army and Jinsui army in the distance of Wangjiacun did not dare to approach.
…
the next morning.
Li Shiyi received the notice and asked him to take the new soldiers to Wangjiacun to collect the corpses.
The Japanese raided Wangjia Village yesterday and slaughtered all of them.
Hearing the news, Li Shiyi felt very heavy.
Killing a village means killing many people.
The dead are Chinese!
Gathering the entire regiment of new soldiers, Li Shiyi led them on a rapid march to Wangjiacun.
By noon.
After replenishing their water, the soldiers arrived at Wangjia Village.
Before entering the village, Li Shiyi was stunned.
Black smoke floated from eight farmhouses in sight, and the dark yellow thatched houses had turned into black charcoal remains.
On the ground, there were already five corpses of villagers.
Black and red blood was scattered on the dirt floor, and there were traces of it scratched by both hands.
It seems that he struggled a lot before his death.
Looking at the dark, withered faces on the corpses, I saw that among the five corpses, three were middle-aged men, one was a young man, and one was an old man.
Li Shiyi said seriously: "Take the body and bury it."
"Japs are beasts." Zhou Zhi said through gritted teeth.
Xin Zhongtian led the soldiers who were holding back their anger.
He collected the body with a heavy heart.
Li Shiyi also joined in the process of collecting the corpse.
Entered the village.
At this time, the corpses of the villagers I saw were not complete.
Some of the bodies were even broken into pieces, and a single leg was seen cut off.
Flesh foam and black and red blood were scattered everywhere on the ground.
Li Shiyi looked at the broken leg on the ground and saw the wound on the broken leg from the foot. The incision was not neat.
It seemed like dozens of cuts had been made with a samurai sword, making the cuts look like tangled grass.
It seemed that he had finally cut off the leg bones before cutting off the old man's legs.
From the scratches on the ground, you can clearly see the elderly villagers struggling to escape.
A video appeared in front of my eyes.
The severe pain caused the villagers to scream and grab the ground with all their strength, crawling forward with a desire for life in their eyes.
He had bayonet wounds to his limbs and penetrating wounds to his legs.
A trickle of blood on the ground showed that he died from bleeding from his limbs.
