Under the shade of green trees, an eaves corner of the ancestral hall was exposed from between the dense trees. The blue bricks and red tiles looked very elegant, which made people's hearts calm down.
But there was a different scene in the square in front of the ancestral hall!
The two doors of the ancestral hall have disappeared, replaced by the broken door leaf that collapsed on the ground. Looking in from the door, the ancestral hall is in a mess. The altar table has been overturned, the memorial tablets have been swept to the ground, and the incense burner has been knocked over.
The ashes of the furnace were scattered everywhere, and even the curtain hanging on the wall was torn off and thrown to the ground. On it were the leather shoe prints of the Japanese soldiers.
At the entrance of the ancestral hall, there were two corpses lying down. Judging from the costumes, they should be hunters in the village. Their bodies were covered with wounds, and bayonet wounds could be seen on their backs. The blood had dried and they had died long ago.
It's been a long time.
Under the tall steps was a square that was hundreds of square meters wide. It was filled with people, including the family members of the ancient villagers who were protected in the ancestral hall.
More than 300 people were gathered in the square, surrounded by Japanese soldiers, each holding a rifle and staring at these people fiercely, with the intention of raising their hands to shoot at any time.
On a big rock not far away, the Japanese machine guns had been set up, and the muzzles of two crooked guns were pointed at these old, weak, women and children.
In front of the crowd, stood a dozen people. These people were trapped by ropes like rice dumplings, and their faces still bore scars from being beaten, but they all stared at the Japanese opposite with unyielding eyes.
A Japanese squadron leader walked over with a Japanese sword on his waist, his shiny black leather boots making the bluestone ground creaking. Behind him were several Japanese officers, also wearing sword and leather boots, with a proud expression on their faces.
Arriving in front of the people, the Japanese squadron leader stood still, then cleared his throat, "Everyone, I am the squadron leader Takeda Hideo of the Kwantung Army's Kujugi Independent Mixed Brigade. I am very happy to meet you today."
There was silence in the crowd, everyone stared at him with hatred and disgust.
Seemingly aware of people's unkind looks, Squadron Leader Takeda Hideo smiled, then raised his finger and pointed at Zhuge Hong and the others who were tied up in a row, and continued, "These are your relatives. They could have become the Emperor of Japan."
They are friends of the Japanese army, but it is a pity that they actually fought against the Imperial Japanese Army, which is why they ended up today."
"You little devil, why are you talking so much nonsense? Give grandpa a shot." An Orion scolded angrily.
Takeda Hideo smiled sinisterly, then walked up to the hunter, looked him up and down, and then said, "You are very brave, but sometimes people don't need to be brave, but need to be obedient." As he spoke, he looked behind him.
A wave of his hand.
Two Japanese soldiers rushed up, picked up the hunter, and dragged him toward a pile of firewood that was lit in the square.
This pile of firewood was lit by the Japanese after they captured the ancestral hall. A lot of wood was used, so it burned very vigorously and lit up the entire square.
After being dragged to the fire, Orion looked at the blazing fire, suddenly threw his arms, and broke away from the two Japanese soldiers dragging him, "Get out of the way, I will go by myself."
Looking back at the crowd, the hunter walked towards the fire without looking back, walking all the way into the blazing flames.
"Grandson!" A white-haired old woman in the crowd fell to the ground and passed out.
This Orion was her only grandson. He had been dependent on her since the death of his son and daughter-in-law. Unexpectedly, he died in the hands of the Japanese today.
Squadron Leader Takeda Hideo watched the Orion walk into the fire. His face showed no emotion at all, but showed a smile, "Everyone, if you can't satisfy us, he is your role model.
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The crowd suddenly became chaotic. People were commotion, pushing the rifles that were blocked in front of them, and were about to rush forward.
Click, click, click, the Japanese machine gun started shooting, but instead of shooting at them, it only fired half a shot into the blank area, in order to scare them.
Don't tell me, this is really effective. The commotion of the crowd suddenly stopped, and everyone looked at Takeda Hideo and the others.
Takeda Hideo came to a middle-aged woman, then squatted down, smiled at a seven or eight-year-old boy next to her, took out a few candy bars and handed them over, "Eat it, kid. Tell your uncle after you eat it."
Where is the village chief?"
The little boy looked at Hideo Takeda with his big dark eyes, and then at the candy bar held in his palm. He seemed a little shaken, and stretched out his little hand towards the candy bar.
Bang——, the middle-aged woman slapped the child's hand off, then slapped him on the butt several times, and cursed, "You are so greedy, you dare to eat anything, I won't beat you to death."
The child was crying, and the middle-aged woman slapped him hard on the buttocks. The sound was so clear that Hideo Takeda felt like he was being slapped on his own face.
"That's enough!" Hideo Takeda growled, staring at the middle-aged woman with his red eyes, then he took the child into his hands and threatened, "Tell me, where are the other people in your village? Where is the village chief?"
The middle-aged woman sighed and turned her head away from him.
Takeda Hideo felt very embarrassed. He became angry and threw the candy on the ground. Then he reached out to grab the child from the woman's hand and yelled viciously, "In the words of you Chinese, you can't eat without toasting."
Eat fine wine."
The woman tried her best to protect the child from him, but her strength was no match for the wolf-like Japanese. She was finally punched in the chest by Takeda Hideo and fell to the ground, while the child was also beaten.
Robbed.
Holding the child in one hand, regardless of the child's crying, Hideo Takeda strode to the blazing fire, then stood still and turned around.
The villagers standing around all saw the ferocious look on his face. His expression was like that of a demon who had just crawled out of hell, and his body exuded an evil aura.
Put the child in front of you, hold the child's neck with one hand, and slowly draw out the sword with the other hand.
The sharp blade rubbed against the scabbard, making a tooth-itching crunching sound, while the sharp blade reflected a chilling white light under the firelight.
With a clang, the command knife was pulled out. Hideo Takeda raised his right hand, pointed it at the child's neck, raised his head, and said, "I'll give you a minute to think about it."
At this moment, he looked like a man-eating wild boar.