At the entrance of Niujia Town, the Japanese set up a checkpoint. Behind the fortifications piled with sandbags, there was a Type 92 and two crooked handles, a total of three machine guns. Twelve machine gunners were watching intently outside the town.
If there is any movement, the trigger will be pulled.
In addition to these machine gunners, the Japanese also deployed a small team of Japanese soldiers here. They were quietly on guard behind the three bunkers they built, ready to resist enemy attacks at any time.
Behind the bunker is a tall searchlight watchtower. The cyclops-like lamp head keeps sweeping back and forth, illuminating the open space near the town entrance as bright as day. Not to mention people, even a hare running by.
Can't escape their attention.
Most of the human heads hanging on the high flagpole had begun to rot, with dried blood still remaining on their necks and facial features. After the wind blew, a strong putrid odor floated at the entrance of the town, making the Japanese soldiers wrinkle up.
frowned.
On a flagpole in the middle, Yang Shaofeng's hands were tied with ropes and hung on the flagpole. The blood from the gun muzzle on his arms and legs was still gurgling. If this continued, he wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer.
Opening his eyes with difficulty, Yang Shaofeng calmed down his nerves that had begun to fall into coma. Then he raised his eyelids that were swollen like blisters and looked around. He found that everything around him was quiet and there was no movement at all.
In the fortifications below, the Japanese's suede leather shoes made a clicking sound on the ground as they walked from east to west, and then from west to east again, repeating themselves back and forth, seemingly endlessly.
From time to time, you can hear the Japanese in the fortifications chatting in low voices. The Japanese with a strong hometown accent sounds less fierce and more gentle than it is to the Chinese.
"You stupid little devil, don't you know how to speak well?" Yang Shaofeng spat, but his mouth was extremely dry now and there was still saliva, so he didn't spit anything out.
By now, Yang Shaofeng knew that his life was probably not saved, and that it was impossible to die happily. The Japanese hung him up. In addition to torturing himself, the other purpose was to demonstrate to other Chinese people.
They understand that this is the result of resistance.
But the little devils still don't understand the Chinese. Such atrocities will not only fail to scare the Chinese, but will arouse more Chinese resistance and drive them back to their hometowns.
Yang Shaofeng cast his eyes aimlessly at the green gauze tent outside the town. It was a large area of green during the day, but dark at night. It was the things produced on these lands that fed the children among the white mountains and black waters.
Unfortunately, I'm afraid I won't have the chance to see these crops mature and harvest again.
Yang Shaofeng felt particularly sleepy and slowly closed his eyes, waiting for the arrival of death in silence.
At this moment, a low roar suddenly came from the distance. The sound was relatively low at first, but it became stronger and stronger. Even Yang Shaofeng's hearing, which had gradually become dull, could hear it clearly.
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"What is that?" Yang Shaofeng opened his eyes again and looked in the direction of the sound with difficulty.
What caught the eye was a fiery red fire, which seemed to have ignited a mountain fire, turning half the sky red, and was moving rapidly towards Niujia Town.
Yang Shaofeng was stunned. He had never seen such a situation before.
Not only him, but the Japanese soldiers on guard at the entrance of the town were also stunned. They had never seen anything like this before, and the dazzling red light filled their hearts with fear.
A Japanese officer in charge heard the news and rushed over. He raised his binoculars and looked at the fiery red. He finally saw clearly a group of things that looked like horses, but in his memory there was no group of horses that were all on fire.
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If there is, then it is only in the legendary hell that such a demon horse lives.
The Japanese officer was thinking deeply when the soldier beside him suddenly shouted, "Captain, it seems that the group of horses on fire is coming this way."
"What?" The Japanese team leader was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized the seriousness of this matter. Niujia Town was the base camp of the Japanese army's raid. It can be said that most of the senior Japanese officers who participated in the raid were there, and there were many gates.
Commander Erlang is also here. If these horses are allowed to rush into the town, the consequences will be disastrous.
Thinking of this, the Japanese team leader raised his hand and ordered, "Prepare the machine gun. If these wild horses attack the town without authorization, I will shoot them on the spot."
The Japanese machine gunner immediately loaded his gun and stared intently at the approaching horses.
At this time, the group of war horses had crossed the green gauze tent and appeared in the sight of the devils at the entrance of the town. They could see clearly without a telescope. Once they got here, some of the devils noticed something was wrong.
"Captain, that's the horse of the cavalry regiment." A soldier who was familiar with the cavalry regiment suddenly shouted, and then pointed at the big green horse running at the front, "That's the captain of the three regiments."
I know the war horse."
By this time, the Japanese team leader had also clearly seen the group of war horses. Some of the horses were wearing helmets on their heads and bells tied around their necks. They were the horses of the cavalry regiment.
Is it a war horse?! How can you shoot this!
You must know that anyone who shoots and kills war horses without authorization will be punished, and these are thousands of war horses. It can be said that the cost is comparable to the military expenditure of a division. If he ignores the shooting of 3721, he will probably be killed next.
He's going to be sent to a military court.
What to do, what to do? The Japanese team leader was like an ant on a hot pot, anxious.
At this time, a soldier came up with an idea, and the leader of the Japanese team immediately felt relieved. He ordered people to bring in firewood nearby, blocked it at the entrance of the town, and then sent people to light it.
If there were flames here, I believe that the group of war horses would not push in again, and would most likely turn around and go somewhere else. We would just find them back when the time comes.
The Japanese team leader was very proud of his idea and thought it was a genius idea.
The two little devils held torches and went straight to the piles of firewood, ready to light them.
At this moment, two shrill sounds of sniper rifles suddenly rang out, and the two Japanese soldiers who were about to light the fire fell to the ground and threw away their torches.
How could Luo Xiao let them light a fire so easily? Chu Yifei and the others, who had been waiting in the dark for a long time, took action decisively, breaking the Japanese's wishful thinking of lighting a fire to stop the horse.
By the time the Japanese team leader reacted and was about to send people to light the firewood, it was already too late. The war horses had already rolled in like crazy and arrived at the entrance of the town.