"Damn, why are there two dead?" Long Wenwen walked to the front holding a machine gun, while several guerrillas were collecting the bodies of two fallen companions.

"Have you ever seen someone jump up and throw a grenade?" Meng Fanlao asked.

"What do you mean?" Long Wenwen was confused.

"These two brothers are the fastest in charge. You said you should throw the grenade and hide from the machine gun, but when you see the little devil holding on so hard, he jumps up from the ground and throws it in. You said this is not...sigh."

Meng Fanxiao originally wanted to scold them for being stupid, but he couldn't bear to see this group of guys looking forward to death, so he sighed and gave up.

Some of these guerrilla members were farmers, some were hunters, tailors, bamboo craftsmen or even monks. They could not even be called soldiers.

But without exception, before they picked up guns, they were all ordinary people with their own lives. It was only because of the persecution by the invaders that they put down their carrying poles and hatchets... and were forced to pick up weapons and continue to resist.

But when facing the battle with the Japanese, they performed more bravely than real soldiers. As the group said, they deserve to be respected.

There were two seriously injured Japanese soldiers still alive in the machine gun fortification, but it looked like they were just hanging on, and they wouldn't survive long without treatment.

Several guerrillas were debating whether to kill them or leave them alone. It was obviously their first time dealing with prisoners.

"What's the ink mark? Just kill him." Long Wenwen frowned when he saw it.

"Deputy leader..." Just as they were sighing secretly, Zhang Liu came over.

"What's up?"

Zhang Liu silently pointed to the village in the distance. He had just seen the situation there clearly through the scope.

Long Wenwen glanced suspiciously at Zhang Liu, who looked a little strange. Why did this guy look so bitter and resentful?

Picking up the telescope and looking in the direction he pointed, Long Wenwen finally understood why Zhang Liu was so angry.

In the distance, towards the entrance of the village, more than a dozen corpses of ordinary people were hung with hemp ropes around their necks on large trees or eaves and beams. The corpses were shriveled and rotting, with countless flies and maggots gnawing on them.

Several severed heads were poked on sharp wooden stakes, and among the corpses there were even a few bodies of half-grown children. This terrible scene was really heinous!

"Damn it! These beasts!" Long Wenwen was furious when he saw this scene. The little devils were worse than beasts.

"Mom, what a shame, I gave them too much advantage just now." Meng Fan said angrily. If he had known this, he should have tortured those little devils and let them taste the feeling of being tortured and killed.

As if there was a turbid air in his heart that was driving him crazy, Long Wenwen had a livid face and he didn't know what he was thinking. After a moment, he suddenly shouted to a group of guerrillas: "Which one of you has an ax on you!?"

Everyone looked at each other a little confused. One of the guerrillas stepped forward and replied: "I have a hatchet here. I don't know if it will work?"

"Show me." After saying that, Long Wenwen walked over and picked up the hatchet.

This knife is 30 centimeters long. The blade has a flat cross-section. The blade is made of black iron and is simple and unpretentious. However, the thick back of the knife shows its absolute strength.

After weighing the weight in my hands, I found that it was not too light and could be used to chop off heads. Normally, ordinary people used this kind of hatchet to chop firewood and split wood. One cut of the knife would break the wood in half, not to mention a person's neck.

"Um...what are you doing with the knife?"

Long Wenwen ignored other people's inquiries. He went straight to the two seriously injured little devils, found a little devil at random, put it on the sandbag, and opened the collar at the back of his neck.

Taking a deep breath, he raised the dark hatchet high, and with a sound of "Puff!", the hatchet hit the little devil's neck hard. Because the blade was relatively blunt, it only cut into the cervical vertebrae of the three-minute victim.

Bone stuck.

This little devil who was seriously injured was already in a state of unconsciousness and was on his deathbed. Unfortunately, the beheading did not make him feel more pain.

Blood splashed all over Long Wenwen's face, but he didn't care at all. He took out his knife and slashed hard again.

Long Wenwen's crazy behavior stunned everyone in the seats, and they didn't know what kind of demon he was possessed. After killing one Japs, he moved on to the next one.

"etc…"

Another Japanese soldier who was shot in the abdomen was still somewhat conscious. He saw with his own eyes that the demon chopped off his companion's head alive. The sound of the blunt knife entering the flesh was terrifying. Was he going to have his head chopped off too?

Shihang came over and tried to dissuade him loudly: "Sir, what's wrong with you? Slow down, slow down... What are you doing by chopping off these heads? Just give them a shot."

"Master, please leave me alone, now turn around and look at the end of the village and you will understand!" Long Wenwen pushed him away while panting.

From the old farmer he met in the morning, to the ninth sister of Mr. Meng's family, to the tragedy in Lianhua Town, everything that happened today made him furious.

Why should Chinese people be slaughtered and plundered? Why can those Japanese who are inferior to pigs and dogs be able to do whatever they want?

Master Shihang turned around and saw the tragic situation at the entrance of the village. Needless to say, he could only sigh and say nothing more.

"Yuki...don't..."

The Japanese soldier screamed in horror, and Long Wenwen kicked him in the chin, causing him to suppress the chirping of birds.

"What the hell is that?"

Long Wenwen grabbed the lapel of his clothes and threw him on the sandbag. The pain from the wound made the Japanese soldier unable to resist. He could only twist his body hard and make a final struggle.

"Poof!" Long Wenwen raised the knife and brought it down. The hatchet struck his neck and got stuck again on his cervical vertebra. Nearly half of the Japanese soldier's neck was severed, and blood spurted out like a fountain.

"Ah... ah..." The Japanese soldier who had not yet expired screamed in pain, his eyes widened. The pain had overwhelmed his consciousness, and his body was twitching continuously due to muscle spasms.

Does it hurt? How could an animal know it hurts? Long Wenwen didn't show any mercy. He pulled out his hatchet and chopped again and again. After three full cuts, the head fell off from the bloody neck.

"Pooh!"

Long Wenwen rubbed his sore arms and spit out blood at the corpse at his feet. At this moment, his heart felt extremely happy.

Blood debts need to be repaid with blood! This is just the first step.

If Tuanzuo were here, I believe he would definitely do the same thing. It's a pity that we can't kill more little devils today.

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Twenty minutes later, Akutagawa, who was chasing after him, arrived at Lotus Town, but the corpses of Japanese soldiers on the ground made his pupils suddenly focus.

There were three rifles mounted together in front of the machine gun fortification, but there were actually two bloody human heads stuck on the bright bayonets, and the blood that had not yet solidified continued to flow downwards along the bayonets and the gun bodies.

Two headless corpses were lying quietly on the sandbags. The frightened and unwilling expressions on their heads seemed to be telling their final tragic experiences. Akutagawa's anger that had just calmed down rose again.

The Japanese soldiers around me were horrified to see that they could do such beastly acts to others, but when the same experience happened to themselves, the fear that arose spontaneously made people shudder.

"Baga! Go into the mountains immediately and launch a pursuit. We must kill all these Chinese stupid pigs no matter what!" Akutagawa was so angry that he drew his samurai sword and gave the order.

"Captain Akutagawa, calm down. The situation in the mountains is complicated and we can easily fall into the enemy's trap. The commander of the company has also issued an order strictly prohibiting entering the mountainous areas." Commander Cao dissuaded worriedly.

Akutagawa also knew this truth, but his anger almost obscured his reason. He was not afraid of the Chinese traps, but he had to obey the commander's orders, and a sense of powerlessness filled his whole body.
Chapter completed!