Miki yelled and fired his gun into the sky, and a "bang" sound resounded through the silent night.
The teacher held up the flyer in his hand and stood not far in front of Miki and asked: "Where should we retreat?"
The classroom teacher pointed to the side: "His name is Liu Fugen. He was originally farming in Balipu outside the city, but you just said, 'No more farming.
Truckloads of coal are hauling out, and the mountains next to you are almost emptying out. What about him? He works as a waiter in a restaurant in Beiman to support his wife. Where do you want him to retreat?"
"And this one, he was originally a butcher, but later he started selling meat. What about you? Today there are gold and silver coupons, tomorrow's French currency, and later bank coupons. I can't even recognize some of the money on the street. You'd better just exchange it for scraps of paper.
If we don't give them, they will point guns at our heads. Ship after ship is full of goods and they are shipped to Japan. But what about when we go to your bank to exchange these things for gold and silver? You don't accept the account, and all the new coins are gone.
But it has become a foregone conclusion within a week. How many people on the streets still dare to use your money?"
"Okay, we have endured all this. Isn't it just poverty? Isn't it just suffering? Who makes our country's military useless and unable to defeat you!"
"But let's ask where the relatives you hired away have gone to the head office, right?"
"Last summer, the gendarmerie posted a notice saying that it would cost ten silver dollars a month to recruit workers into the mine. Maybe you know that silver coins are rare among ordinary people. Good guy, they recruited more than two hundred people in one move, and until now, they have not been able to recruit workers.
One comes back."
"In autumn, almost all the beggars that can be seen on the street are gathered together for collective disinfection to prevent infectious diseases from entering Northern Manchuria. The beggars in front of my house have been begging for food for more than ten years, just because they were disinfected once and never showed up again.
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The teacher suddenly raised his head: "Sun Erniang? You took the people away and made them into human meat buns!"
"Where are the people!"
He shouted and waved the leaflets in his hands. These people who had lost their relatives, dignity, and lives finally became angry. They raised their right hands high and stood in front of Miki and shouted loudly: "Where are the people!"
They were like a dynamite magazine filled with gunpowder by the Japanese, and now they were completely ignited by a leaflet.
Miki frowned as he looked at the excited people. At this time, he was speechless. The voices of the people in front of him covered his ears, and even the wind could not get in. It was useless to say anything at this time.
Damn!
There was another gunshot in the dark night. When Miki shot into the sky again, he could no longer stop the influx of this group of people. It seemed that all the sharp weapons that could threaten everyone in normal times had lost their due effect today.
A hand suddenly stretched out from the crowd and grabbed Miki's leg. Miki was startled, pulled his leg back, held the windshield of the car with both hands, raised his foot and kicked out.
Usually, they Japanese are used to scolding Chinese people when they open their mouths and hitting them when they stretch out their hands. But after this kick, a trembling old lady in the crowd fell down with a "Oh my God". For a moment, everyone
Everyone became quiet.
They lowered their heads and looked at the motionless old man with blood flowing from his nostrils, as if everyone had seen their final outcome.
At that second, a thunderbolt flashed through the air, as if it completely cut through the consciousness that these people should have had;
There was a loud roar and thunder, and the people's brains, which were as chaotic as paste under the killings of the Japanese, finally became a little clearer.
They understand.
I understand why people who are fighting one after another keep pushing forward even though they know they can't defeat this group of Japanese.
They understand.
Those who understand are not lunatics, and those who sacrifice their lives are not chasing moths into the flame, but burning themselves in the darkness, hoping that all of you will see a little light.
The teacher shook his head angrily and looked at Miki, with saliva flying from his mouth and shouting: "What else do you want to do!"
These are defenseless people!
Even if he is angry, it is just a rebuke, not a counterattack.
Finally, someone with a grumpy personality shouted: "Fight them!" before lighting the explosive barrel.
For a time, the crowd was excited, and everyone began to be brave.
After the Japanese soldiers who were standing on the truck and hitting civilians with gun handles were dragged into the crowd, one of the squad leaders shouted in Japanese: "Qingtian!"
Miki directly raised his gun towards the crowd, pulled the trigger and shouted: "Shoot!"
boom.
There was a gunshot.
The civilian closest to the vehicle was knocked over directly. After the impact of the bullet penetrated the head, the whole person fell backward. The next second, the civilians whose faces were spattered with blood almost started to rush toward the vehicle like crazy.
Da da da da da da…
When the machine gun sounded, the most ruthless weapon in the world faced the people of Northern Manchuria for the first time. The bullets from the gun muzzle swept through the crowd like a fan like a sharp sword. Immediately afterwards, I had no idea how powerful this thing was, or how powerful it was.
People who had never experienced the power of this thing fell down one after another, and the pheasant neck on the top of the truck was reaping life like the god of death.
For a moment, the only sound left in the entire scene was Miki's heavy breathing. He stood on the car and stepped on the seat, dumbfounded. In front of him were dozens of corpses lying in a pool of blood, without even a wailing sound.
Human nature was completely wiped out at this time. As historians have said, the number of human beings who died at the hands of their own people far exceeded any disaster.
"Major..."
The team leader who got the order to shoot seemed to look at Miki with some fear. No one at this scene would be calm.
Miki turned around and shouted as if someone was stepping on his tail: "What are you doing!"
"These people just rushed out to attack military vehicles and died innocently. What does this have to do with us!"
No one asked him, but he himself began to shirk it.
Just like, a person who owes someone money and has been in arrears for a long time will never choose a sincere apology but the hospital, just like out of sight and out of mind.
"Drive." Miki shouted at the driver: "I'm going to let you drive!"
Buzz.
The car started slowly, and then, after rolling over the corpse, Miki let out a sigh of relief and said, "Go to the gendarmerie immediately."
The Gendarmerie is where the largest number of troops are stationed in the city, and Miki can feel at ease there.
At this moment, shrill thunder rushed over the head, and the huge sound shook the entire northern Manchuria...
boom!
Under the loud noise, corpses were strewn on the road in front of the Railway Department, and blood flowed into rivers. When the drizzle fell, the liquid mixed with blood and water slowly flowed along the ravines on the road.
Occasionally, a wild dog with nowhere to hide stopped when it passed by. It stood beside the corpse and looked at it quietly. Then it took a few steps back, hid under the eaves of a house, and lay on its back.
On the steps, which were soaked by the rain, people were wailing as they bid farewell to these people.
Even a dog knows who is raising him on this land, but what about humans?