"Stop! They are prisoners of war now." With a scolding, the party cadre Captain Feng Ying shouted righteously. Jiang Hailong was very unhappy.
"Prisoners of war?" Jiang Hailong turned around slowly, the murderous aura and anger in his eyes had not completely faded away. He pointed at the bloody corpses of several guerrillas and said to Feng Ying with a sneer, "These of your comrades were killed by them, countless of them.
The unarmed folks in Qing Dynasty were brutally massacred by them. In my eyes, there are no prisoners of war. They are heinous and inhumane executioners. Dear lady, do you know the consequences of falling into their hands? You raped first and then raped.
kill!"
"That can't violate discipline." Captain Feng Ying's pretty face turned red, but she still adhered to the principle.
"That is your discipline. The battlefield discipline of our Anti-Japanese Tigers is to kill the most vicious enemies without leaving any survivors alive!" Jiang Hailong roared, his loud voice making Feng Ying tremble.
He still did not give up and said: "Did you know that in the Nanjing Massacre, the Japanese killed hundreds of thousands of Chinese prisoners of war who laid down their weapons, hundreds of thousands of unarmed Chinese civilians, and raped and killed tens of thousands of women? On the streets of Nanjing at that time
Blood stuck to the soles of shoes, and the river was blocked by corpses. The Japanese did not regard the Chinese as human beings at all. They took pleasure in killing Chinese people and used Chinese lives as bets. They launched the so-called "Hundred Killing" competition to see who could kill one person first.
A hundred Chinese people win. I want the Japanese to pay with blood!"
Feng Ying's face turned red and white. He didn't know these things in detail like Jiang Hailong.
After venting his anger, Jiang Hailong seemed to feel that his tone towards the woman was too harsh. He added in a lighter tone, "Comrade, please remember that kindness to your enemies is cruelty to your own people."
Feng Ying felt mixed feelings in her heart. This man saved her but spoke mercilessly, but it was difficult to refute, and the word "comrade" sent a hint of warmth amidst the ruthlessness. She, who was so eloquent, felt at a loss for words.
"You are from the Anti-Japanese Tigers. No wonder you are so brave!" When the guerrillas heard the words "Anti-Japanese Tigers," their eyes flashed with strange colors. They had heard the name of the Anti-Japanese Tigers for a long time, and today they saw it with their own eyes.
The guerrillas felt that fighting with the Japanese in hand-to-hand combat was life-threatening. Those who could kill the Japanese one on one were considered heroes in their hearts. These three men killed more than a dozen Japanese with bayonets and became great gods in their hearts.
"I am Jiang Hailong, captain of the Anti-Japanese Tigers, and these two are our company commanders Li Ming and Wang Dali." Jiang Hailong did not think that the guerrillas were compliments. After the introduction, he solemnly performed a military salute and said, "I saw it with my own eyes."
, you are very brave in killing the enemy, and you are all good. On behalf of the Anti-Japanese Tigers, I salute you!" Li Ming and Wang Dali also raised their hands in solemn salute, and the guerrillas hurriedly returned the salute.
"Get rid of these Japanese dogs, the scum that helped outsiders kill our countrymen and our comrades, and don't waste bullets!" Jiang Hailong said majestically to the guerrillas, pointing to several wounded puppet soldiers who were kneeling to beg for mercy.
"Yes!" For the first time, the guerrillas armed with broadswords violated their captain's order and scrambled to surround the remaining enemies like hungry tigers attacking prey. A burst of heart-rending screams rang out.
With a "plop", Captain Feng Ying fell on her back, her face turned pale, and she fainted. I don't know whether it was because she could no longer bear the stimulation of the bloody scene, or because she was injured and lost too much blood. Her right trouser leg was stained red with blood.
Jiang Hailong picked up Feng Ying's delicate body and shouted to the others: "You guys clean the battlefield here while I go to treat her wounds." He sprinted towards the carriage where the medicine and equipment kits were placed. There was no way to transfuse blood here, and he was afraid.
If Feng Ying runs too slowly, he may suffer from hemorrhagic shock complications.
Feng Ying woke up from the bumps of Jiang Hailong running with her in his arms. She lay in the man's warm and generous arms, feeling so tired and comfortable.
When they arrived at the destination, Jiang Hailong gently laid Feng Ying flat on the carriage and asked two soldiers to stand guard not far away. He took out the debridement bag from his backpack and carefully cut open her trouser legs with curved scissors. A pair of blood-stained snow-white
The long legs were exposed. Seeing the girl's holy thighs being beaten to pieces by bullets, thinking that the girl's weak body had to take on the important task of resisting Japan and saving the country, Jiang Hailong's heart of pity and cherishment arose spontaneously, and men's natural desire to protect women
It started to overflow, and he wanted to hold the girl tightly in his arms and protect her with all his strength from being hurt again.
Feng Ying, who had already woken up, knew that someone was going to treat her wound, but it was the first time that she had her legs spread out in front of a strange man. The man stared at her thighs without blinking, which inevitably revealed her embarrassment and panic, and her muscles couldn't help themselves.
The ground was shaking with nervousness. She was also worried about the consequences of having her legs handled by a man who looked like a ferocious god before.