However, simply killing people with guns does not seem to make the little devil happy.

I don’t know whether the little devils wanted to kill people for fun, or simply to frighten the workers. They started to pick people to death one by one with bayonets.

Zhao Zhiguo no longer knew whether he was dragging Yao Pengju or Yao Pengju was dragging him.

But he saw Chinese people dying tragically under the butcher's knife of the Japanese army.

Numbness, cold-bloodedness, ruthlessness... At this moment, everything turned into fear in the eyes of the workers, and anger in the eyes of Zhao Zhiguo and the others.

The invaders' hands were stained with blood, and their faces were filled with triumph.

The people who were killed were in chaos, crying and wailing...

As for the workers on the other side, the air seemed to have solidified around them, and the quiet atmosphere was particularly strange and terrifying.

Half an hour later, a young Japanese officer came to the workers in high spirits.

On the right hand of the little Japanese officer is a basket of steamed buns that were taken back from the hands of laborers who were killed by the Japanese army.

Zhao Zhiguo looked at the bloody buns with cold eyes. He took away more than 150 lives.

"These steamed buns are given to you by the imperial army!"

While Zhao Zhiguo and others were in a daze, the Japanese officer spoke to the remaining workers.

"They are thieves!" the Japanese officer pointed at the corpse behind him, "You are not, you are friends of the imperial army."

After the robber takes your life, he will frame you as a robber, but he himself becomes a messenger of justice.

The workers were so frightened that no one dared to touch those buns. One person died for every two buns, and the security above was stained with their blood.

"Hey, keep coming tomorrow! You are friends of the Imperial Army."

The Japanese officer picked up a few steamed buns and threw them to the Chinese workers who were still stunned.

Zhao Zhiguo also received one. The blood had not yet solidified, and the bright red was so dazzling...

The surrounding Japanese soldiers also gathered up and retreated, leaving only two soldiers standing guard at the exit.

Zhao Zhiguo slowly put the steamed bun into his pocket, as if it was some kind of unique treasure.

When the workers saw the Japanese troops withdrawing, they began to get ready to take action. Some of the brave ones ran directly to the steamed buns and stuffed the steamed buns into their clothes.

Seeing that nothing happened, the other workers also swarmed in and frantically snatched the cornbread, and some even fought.

Zhao Zhiguo and Yao Pengju witnessed all this with their own eyes, and they just watched quietly.

At this moment, Zhao Zhiguo didn't know whether he should laugh or cry. No one cared about those corpses. Instead, those steamed buns soaked in blood were more important than life.

The little devils were also watching this scene, and they were laughing at these Chinese people.

"The dead are dead, but the living will continue to live!"

Zhao Zhiguo shook his head helplessly and walked out of the train station along with the workers who had gained a lot.

On the way back, Yao Pengju didn't say a word.

Although he has seen the poverty of the Chinese people, he has seen people walking on the street and falling straight down because of hunger and never getting up again.

But he had never seen before that compatriots of the same race would fight over the blood.

"Aren't you tired?"

After returning to Zuixiang Tower, Yao Pengju sat there quietly, not eating a bite of the food Li Jingming sent him.

"Shopkeeper, what happened? I heard people below say that there were gunshots at the train station this evening."

What happened at the train station spread quickly, and Li Jingming had already heard some news.

"The little devil killed someone!"

Zhao Zhiguo took out the bloody steamed bun from his pocket and placed it on the table in front of him.

"This is?"

Li Jingming had begged before, so he naturally knew what a steamed bun looked like, but he had never seen such a strange steamed bun.

"The Japanese army distributed food to the workers at the train station. Just because of the wotou, more than 150 workers were killed by the Japs today."

"What? More than one hundred and fifty people?"

Li Jingming was also shocked. There were more than 150 people, and the little devils killed them at will. They simply did not regard their lives as human lives.

"The little devil is damned for being able to do such beastly things!"

"Has Lu Zheng come back today?" Zhao Zhiguo asked.

"No!"

Li Jingming shook his head. His people did not see Lu Zheng today.

"Okay, you go and rest first. If he comes back, let him come to me. I will call you if there is anything."

Yao Pengju was still sitting in bed in a daze. Today he suffered a huge shock.

Even though the more than 150 dead people were just a drop in the bucket compared to the dead people he had seen, it was really cruel to take a life for two wotou.

Even if something like this happened at the train station, there were still a large number of people rushing to the train station to carry goods the next day.

In the early morning, Zhao Zhiguo pushed Yao Pengju, who was still lying on the bed, and sighed.

"I asked Li Jingming to prepare the elbow, do you want to eat it?" Zhao Zhiguo said with a smile.

Yao Pengju did not respond.

Zhao Zhiguo ignored him and came to the courtyard of Zuixiang Tower alone.

The sun was warm and the birds were playing, as if all the unpleasant things yesterday had never happened.

Zhao Zhiguo sat on the stone bench, tilting his head and looking at the not-severe sun.

He touched the hard nest in his pocket, then took it out and placed it in the sun.

"Shopkeeper, here are the noodles cooked for you!"

A steaming bowl of noodles was placed in front of Zhao Zhiguo.

"Should I throw this thing away to you?"

In Li Jingming's eyes, this wotou was filled with personal blood and was an ominous thing. It would be bad luck to have it around.

Zhao Zhiguo shook his head: "This wotou carries a story!"

Although this man could not tell how the Japanese army shot and killed the Chinese workers, he could tell how the Japanese army abused the Chinese workers.

"By the way, have you sent someone to check the basement?"

Zhao Zhiguo handed over all the money left by Yu Dahai to Li Jingming to take care of.

"I've sent someone to do the counting. I'll bring the account book to you later."

The materials in the basement were valuable, and Li Jingming had people register them one by one.

"No need, I have already transferred the most valuable ones!" Zhao Zhiguo said, "Zuixianglou will keep one-tenth of the remaining belongings for you to use as you wish. The rest will be transported to Wang County in batches. I will

Someone will be arranged to wait in Wang County."

Li Jingming also didn't expect that Zhao Zhiguo would be so relieved about him.

If he falsified his account books and randomly pocketed a box of property, he would have nothing to worry about in his life.

However, Zhao Zhiguo not only did not check the account books, but also took the initiative to leave a sum of money for him to control.
Chapter completed!