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Chapter 1959 Japanese soldiers are so good

The soldiers chased after them with strange screams, waving their spears, thinking they were wearing armor. To deal with these unarmed ordinary fishermen was like killing an ant.

So the soldiers gave chase wholeheartedly.

However, what they soon faced were the traps that the villagers had already arranged.

Some hid in the firewood pile, and when someone approached, a bamboo thorn penetrated their bodies.

Some were hiding in corners. When they got closer, two people cooperated with each other, swung stone hammers, and before the soldiers could react, they smashed at each other's front door fiercely!

Others travel in small groups, thinking that there will be relative safety in large numbers.

But just after passing the house, an old fisherman dropped a strong fishing net on the roof.

Then facing them, there were still bamboos everywhere.

All of a sudden, the screams continued!

The number of people that can be mobilized in this village is only a few dozen at most.

Wu Zhi has always been good at attacking more with less, so he was fully prepared from the beginning.

But, they didn't expect that these Japanese soldiers were so good!?

Although this group of soldiers wore armor and carried weapons, they had received very little training.

On weekdays, he just bullies some poor people. To put it bluntly, he is not much different from those ruffians.

In addition, severely underestimating the enemy led to the current result.

Under Wu Zhi's arrangement, only a few dozen of the more than 300 people were killed in the end.

At this time, they were already frightened out of their wits.

Although they were still holding weapons in their hands, they were crowded with each other in a corner of the village, their legs were weak and their bodies were trembling like frightened birds.

They stared at the villagers approaching all around with trembling hearts. These villagers were all skinny and skinny, which was in sharp contrast to the usually fat and meaty soldiers.

In the distance, Lieutenant Taro Taro, although riding on horseback, showed panic, confusion and disbelief on his face!

Is this still a fishing village where people can bully others?

This place is simply a Shura field, and these villagers are man-eating ghosts!

Then, a whistle came from somewhere.

The villagers suddenly raised the bamboo poles in their hands, then rushed forward a few steps, throwing the bamboo poles one by one towards the soldiers surrounded in the corner.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

The fishermen have practiced their fish-sticking skills for decades, and they demonstrated them vividly at this moment.

Each bamboo pole is specifically aimed at the weak points of the soldiers!

Scream!

Howl!

Where there is oppression, there is resistance!

The appearance of Wu Zhi brought the resistance of these villagers to the peak.

They released all the anger and hatred from the past.

Except for the 30 soldiers lying beside Xiangtaro, all the rest were slaughtered!

Then, these villagers holding bloody bamboo poles slowly turned their heads and looked at Wugang Xiangtaro.

Wugang Xiangtaro immediately shouted: "Oh my God!"

Turn the horse's head and gallop!

Du San, the cousin-in-law who was lying next to Taro, shouted quickly.

"Cousin, don't leave me!"

Wugang Xiangtaro didn't care about anything else at this moment, he just rode his horse and ran away.

The remaining Du San and 30 soldiers were surrounded by villagers.

Du San still had some brains and quickly shouted to the soldiers next to him: "Put down your weapons quickly, quickly!"

After these people threw their weapons to the ground, Du San muttered a few words in bird language with a certain accent.

The expressions of the villagers at this moment were also very rich. Some shed tears because of revenge, some were filled with righteous indignation, and some were scared, but they still clutched the bamboo poles in their hands tightly.

It was not until the back of the crowd that a local accent suddenly came out that surprised Du San and that he had not heard for a long time.

"Hey, I said that guy with the mustache, are you from Song Dynasty?"


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