Chapter 93: Kill to the point of fear, kill to the point of timidity

I saw all those dead Japs lying there wearing only a pair of loincloths.

This time, Lao Zhang brought fifty or sixty people, and now half of them were happily holding guns and having fun.

Wang Hao asked Lao Zhang: "Lao Zhang, these people of yours have all killed Japanese soldiers, have they seen any blood on their hands?"

Lao Zhang shook his head and said no.

Wang Hao nodded and said, "Then let them start from now on! Let them cut off the heads of these devils and then fold them up for me."

"Ah? Why?"

Lao Zhang asked in surprise.

The Eighth Route Army would not do such a thing.

"For no reason, I just want to kill them so that they will not dare to touch the people again in the future."

ah?

As soon as Lao Zhang heard this, he understood what Wang Hao meant.

There are many Japs who are not afraid of death, but are afraid of losing their heads. Wang Hao can indeed prevent the Japs from massacring the people by doing this.

Another advantage of doing this is that it allows the guerrillas he brought to see blood! In the future, they will be able to better adapt to the battlefield environment.

"But Wang Hao, if you do this, you will make a mistake."

Lao Zhang said worriedly.

Wang Hao said: "If you don't tell me, if I don't tell you, who knows? Besides, which discipline of the Eighth Route Army says not to do this?"

These devils dare to be so unscrupulous just because we are too kind to them."

"Okay, brothers, all go and cut off the heads of these devils."

Lao Zhang shouted loudly.

Thinking of the people who were massacred in those villages, Lao Zhang felt that this was not excessive at all.

When the guerrilla fighters heard that they were going to cut off the heads of these Japanese soldiers, many people became frightened.

However, because of their hatred of the Japanese, they still endured their nausea and took action.

Cutting off heads is not a simple job. Even those who have been on the battlefield and killed Japanese soldiers may not be able to withstand such psychological pressure.

However, when they actually do it, they really grow.

Although it took a while, in the end, the devil's head was folded up.

Wang Hao also installed a booby trap inside and left a note on it before leading them out of here.

"Bagaya Road..."

When Ichiro Hirata came here, he was very angry when he saw that all the dead Japanese at the scene had no heads.

"Bagayalu, Tanaka, I'm going to send you to a military court."

"Hi……"

Captain Tanaka was very scared, but he didn't dare to argue a word. He could only stand at attention and say hello.

"Your Excellency, Captain, all the heads of our warriors have been cut off by those Tubalu and gathered there. They also left a note. Sir, Captain, would you like to go and take a look?"

A Japanese man came to Ichiro Hirata, stood at attention, nodded and said.

"Yoshi...did they still keep their heads?"

When Ichiro Hirata heard this, he felt a little better.

As long as the head is still there, it's okay to put them together when they are buried.

It's just that it's more troublesome to tell whose head it is.

Ichiro Hirata came over and saw that the heads of their warriors were piled into a hill.

When Ichiro Hirata read the contents on the note, he was so angry that his nose twisted.

I saw the note saying, This is the fate of a coward who only kills people. His name was also signed on it, Wang Hao.

"Bagaya Road..."

Hirata Ichiro was very angry and tore off the note.

It didn't matter when he tore it apart, he actually saw wisps of white smoke coming out of his head.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak..."

What a familiar voice!

"No, Captain, it's a booby trap."

The guards who were following him immediately jumped over and knocked him down.

"boom……"

After an explosion.

Ichiro Hirata, who pushed away the body of the guard and had just saved his life, became furious when he saw the scene in front of him.

Even if the Japs' heads were not blown into dust, they were still blown into pieces. How can they be put back together now?

"Baga... Damn it... Wang Hao, I, Ichiro Hirata, am not done with you. I will definitely cut you into pieces. Baga, I will go on..."

And those Japanese soldiers were still frightened when they saw this scene.

This time, he really has no brain.

In this way, when we go to heaven, will our Amaterasu recognize us?

Wang Hao took Lao Zhang and the others to Chenzhuang, and asked the village chief for a gun. Wang Hao also got a pack of chili powder from the villagers, and then returned to the cave with Lao Zhang and the others.

That's right, Lao Zhang and the others still live here.

This time, a lot of things were seized. Lao Zhang was not stingy and brought out the best things to entertain Wang Hao and others.

Canned beef delivered with steamed buns.

There is no way, this is already the best thing Lao Zhang can come up with.

In the middle of the night, Wang Hao suddenly opened his eyes.

Yes, night is his home court, and he has to get up and work.

Yes, Wang Hao was angry, very angry.

When he thought of the scene in Chenzhuang yesterday, he was so angry that he couldn't sleep.

This time, now that he has come out, he will never go back unless he kills the Japanese to the point of fear and fear.

I have no choice. I don't know how long I will be detained when I go back.

Ma De, our political commissar is good at everything, but the problem of confining people is bad.

As soon as Wang Hao got up, Lao Zhang and the others also woke up and got up one after another.

Wang Hao said: "Old Zhang, as per the old rules, you lead the way for us. Others, continue to sleep."

Lao Zhang nodded and went outside with Wang Hao and others. Another person made a can of beef and then set off.

There is no way, people in this era don't have oil and water in their stomachs, they just can't bear to be hungry.

At night, the moon is dark and the wind is high.

The lights here on the Jaap Railway are brightly lit.

With Lao Zhang leading the way, the four of them arrived at a Japanese stronghold.

It's still the same, the Japanese are patrolling the railway constantly. The searchlights on the top of the gun towers in the Japanese stronghold are shining everywhere, as far as they can.

"Damn, these devils really regard our territory as their own home."

Wang Hao cursed and said: "Old Zhang, you, Duan Peng and Monk are waiting for me here. I'll be back as soon as I go."

Wang Hao said, holding a bundle of grenades and moving towards the Japanese artillery tower.

Now, the Japanese gun towers are not equipped with anything like barbed wire.

The searchlight on the roof was mainly used to observe the railway, and they did not notice at all that there was a murderous god approaching them under their feet.

Because they were living so comfortably, the Japanese sentries were all drowsy.

Wang Hao came to the bottom of the gun tower silently.

Wang Hao knew that the Japanese had never experienced such a thing and were not alert. That was why he succeeded so easily.

So, this is a one-time business.

After this time, it will be difficult for him to do this again.

After placing a bundle of grenades at the base of the turret and pulling the string, Wang Hao quickly ran outside.
Chapter completed!