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Chapter 53, A lifetime of memories

Damn dog traitor, if you didn't give the order, how could the village chief be tied to a tree and tortured.

Ding Zhuo bowed his head in silence, cursing the traitorous dog in his heart.

Wang Zongyi, who was on the side, watched his old father being tortured by traitors, his eyes were burning, and his finger bones were turning white.

He wanted to stand up and let the Japanese beat him, as long as he spared his old father.

As soon as he lifted his foot, Ding Zhuo gave him a hand, looking at him with doubts and anger in his eyes.

Have you forgotten how the devils did not honor their reputation and killed the folks?

The Eighth Route Army is armed to fight devils. If you betray them, do you want to be a traitor?

Wang Zongyi's heart was full of grief, of course he would not betray the Eighth Route Army.

But watching his old father being tortured to death was a painful torture for him.

His eyes were full of death intent, even if his own death would be exchanged for his father's life.

At this moment, the old village head who was tied to a big locust tree and tortured, couldn't bear to be beaten to death.

The traitor who was carrying out the execution with the whip in his hand went up to snort, "Commander, this old guy is too ungrateful to be beaten, he died after only being whipped 15 times."

"Damn, it's really going to get me into trouble."

Ma Guisheng kicked him cursingly.

Tying uncooperative people to trees and torture is a deterrent, but beating people to death is troublesome.I'm afraid the rest of the villagers won't cooperate with them.

Now let's see what the Japanese say.

"Taijun, there must be eight roads in the village, but the old guy won't say anything after being beaten to death. I'm afraid it's hard to ask. What do you think should be done?"

Captain Shi Yuan did not suspect him.The great incompetence of these imperial association troops is completely unworthy of the high expectations given by the imperial army.

It's up to Mr. Ben to come by himself.

He took out a piece of candy from his pocket and came to a thin little boy.

In Chinese with a strong accent: "Little friend, do you want to eat candy?"

The little boy stared at the hateful Japanese devil in front of him with firm eyes.In the past few years, more than a dozen people in the village have died under the devil's butcher's knife.

The friends in the village all hated the devils.

They all know that no matter how delicious sugar is, they can't take it.

If you take it, you are a traitor.

The friendly smile on Captain Shi Yuan's face gradually disappeared, and he forcefully broke away the little boy's hand, trying to stuff the candy into his hand.

"Take it!"

The little boy forcefully stuffed the candy in his hand, and slammed it to the ground.To show his determination to never be a traitor.

"idiot!"

Feeling humiliated, Ishihara slapped the little boy hard and knocked him to the ground.

exposed its hypocrisy.

A squadron leader came forward and chatted with Shi Yuan a few words.

Captain Shi Yuan has given up hope of asking questions from the villagers.

The idea of ​​the subordinates is very good, and it is profitable to toss these Chinese people.

He said: "Mr. Ma, drive them into the river and catch fish. Whoever catches fish can go ashore. Those who don't want to touch fish will all die."

In the north in early March, people were still shivering in the cold.Although the small river has thawed, it can still freeze people to death.

The men in the village, ranging from boys as young as seven or eight years old, to elderly people as old as six or seventy, were all driven down the river.

The water in the river is freezing cold, and it is too difficult to touch fish.

An old man in the village had arthritis and cold legs. He was trembling from the cold when he went down the river.

There was no way to touch fish at all, and I didn't want to touch fish, so I walked to the bank of the river.

The men who were fishing all looked up, and so did Ding Zhuo.

I saw a devil standing on the bank, stepped forward and scolded the old man, telling him to go back to the river to fish.

The old man couldn't understand the devil's bird language at all, he only knew that his attitude was very ferocious.

Impatient soon, the devil pierced the old man's abdomen with a single stroke of the bayonet.

Pull it out and stab again, ending the old man's life.

The devil on the riverside watchman, smoking a cigarette, laughed and watched, killing a Chinese man is already commonplace.

It's better to take a gamble, how many fish can be caught, and improve the food.

The death of the old man caused a ripple in the hearts of the villagers, just a trace.

People are knives and I am fish. They may not survive, so there is no time to grieve for others.

After a while, some young men caught fish in the river and were allowed to go ashore by the devils.

The rest of the people are still fishing in the icy river.

A middle-aged man fished for a long time but failed to catch any fish. Ding Zhuo recognized him as the son of the dead old man.

He was already numb from the cold, and there was a high probability that he would not be able to catch any fish, but he was still touching mechanically.

There are already several role models in front of them. If you can't find any fish and want to go ashore, you will stab them to death.

The body was by the river, and the blood flowed into the river and fed the fish.

A young boy gritted his teeth and went down the river again, caught a fish, and only then pulled his father, who was half frozen to death, to the river bank.

The devil was laughing and laughing on the shore, watching these men struggling in the icy water.

"These cowardly Chinese people deserve to be enslaved by us. Look, they dare not resist even if they kill a few."

"Young recruits, practice assassination with these Chinese people, and you won't be afraid when you go to the battlefield."

The two veterans laughed and taught the recruits a lesson, teaching where to stab would make people more painful, and where to stab with a bayonet to understand each other's life.

They treated the lives of Chinese people like livestock, with white knives in and red knives out, with a smile on their faces, as if it was an interesting and fun thing.

He asked again if anyone knew about Balu, and seeing no one agreed, Ma Guisheng came to Shi Yuan and bowed his head:

"My lord, do you have any further instructions?"

He knows the virtues of the Japanese, like hiding in a stubborn village, the next step is to burn them.

Killing men, insulting women, and burning whole villages to the ground.

He felt that compared with the Japanese, he was really a good person.The Japanese are real animals, barbaric.

The villagers stood together and awaited the final judgment, and they had no guts to resist them.

That would only turn the possibility of death into a certainty.

Before the devils fell the butcher's knife, they still had hope for survival.

If you die, there is no way.

I can only hope that the Eighth Route Army will fight back sometime and avenge them.

Captain Shi Yuan thought about it, and gave up the idea of ​​killing all the villagers.

"Let them go this time, let's go to the next village."

The Japanese and puppet troops left in mighty force, leaving behind the villagers who escaped their lives and the village in a mess.

The villagers who survived the catastrophe are rejoicing.

Ding Zhuo is no exception, but he has more concerns.

"I have to go back and see the Eighth Route wounded hiding in the house, and see how I can notify the Eighth Route Army that the devil is coming."

"Dead, the second uncle of his family is dead."

Ding Zhuo turned his head to look, and another one died.

Liu Daping was the young man who went down to catch another fish to save his father.

First, grandpa was stabbed to death by devils when he went ashore, and then his father was cold and hungry, and he couldn't stand it even when he went ashore.

Now he is the only one left in the family.

When he is going to die, this family will be considered extinct.

Alas, when the devil's butcher's knife fell, how many families died?

Entire villages were massacred, not a few.

Ding Zhuo made up his mind to go to the Eighth Route Army, not only to tell them the news that the devils had come, but also to join the Eighth Route Army.

Instead of staying in the village, I am in constant panic all day long, worrying about the devil's butcher's knife at any time.

It's better to join the eight roads and fight to the death.

(End of this chapter)