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Ge Feng was walking anxiously on the road! Where's Dad? Didn't I tell him to find a few people to pick up the bride?？Why isn't he here? Miao Ya said from the side. Brother Feng…Don't worry... Wait a little longer…Maybe Uncle is busy!
On the other side! The money in my hand is from the Jiefang District, and I didn't bring the money from the Japanese and puppet areas. Lend me some."
Ge Wangcai took the borrowed money and walked out of the crowd, shouting,"Taijun, this is a small gift from our village.”
"Bang!"
Ge Wangcai looked at the blood that quickly spread on his brand-new coat. He clutched his chest and fell to the ground in pain.
After the first gunshot, all kinds of firearms behind them let out the roars of angry beasts. As Dan Hen flew, countless bullets tore through the bridal procession and killed the villagers. In the midst of angry and tragic howls, the ground was covered with broken limbs and blurry flesh. Blood dyed the mountain road red, and it contrasted with the flowers around the village. It was tragic and tragic.
Little Seven, who was chasing after the team, had been sent by Uncle Wang Cai to look for Ge Feng and Dopey at Ge Wangcai's house. He didn't make it to the wedding procession. He didn't know if it was luck or misfortune, but when he was about to catch up with the wedding procession, he suddenly saw this bloody scene. In his horror and grief, tears immediately fell. He covered his body and ran back. As he wiped his tears, he gritted his teeth angrily. He wanted to pass this news to the Eighth Route Army. He believed that only the Eighth Route Army could save the entire village.
"Major, this is Ge Village. According to the good citizen's report, there were remnants of the Eighth Route Gang.”A translator with a curved mouth and glasses with a golden chain immediately came over when he saw the major waving his hand. He pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, revealing his teeth.
"The intelligence can't be wrong, right? The village seemed to be very quiet. It was too funny, haha.”The young officer touched the gun case intentionally or unintentionally, looking at the vast distant mountains and the village sitting in the beautiful flower wreaths in the mountains. His eyes were cold and revealed a faint killing intent, making the translator tremble.
"The information can't be wrong. We've already let Cha Wu's people see it. There were eight eighth route soldiers in the village. Six of them were lightly injured, two were the leaders of the eighth route, and one was a platoon leader who had participated in several battles. The other one had an unknown origin and identity. The news was true. All the money had been given to that good citizen.”
"Then let's massacre this paradise that is opposing the Japanese Imperial Army.”The young officer drew his sword and led his troops down.
"Not good, the enemy is coming."
"What?" Zhao Ximei put down the book in her hand. She rubbed the slightly wrinkled edge of the book and quickly put it in her arms. When she jumped off the bed, the pistol was already loaded and the safety was off." Gather everyone. By the way, how many bullets do we have left?”
"13 shots!"
" Fire! Prepare for battle!"
"But!" Platoon Leader Zhao was shocked and hesitated. From Little Seven's message, the enemy had come with a squadron. There were at least 300 Japanese soldiers in a squadron. Although the Japanese army had shrunk drastically, they should have 70 to 80 people, but he only had 8 people and even fewer bullets, only 13.
"No buts. Cover the people and let them go to a safe place before we leave.”
"It's too late. The Japanese are only a few kilometers away from the village now.”Platoon Leader Zhao still wanted to say something.
"Then let's fight this last battle.”Zhao Ximei's gaze was stern. She glared at Platoon Leader Zhao from the corner of her eyes and gave him a natural tiger aura. She looked straight at Platoon Leader Zhao and transmitted a firm and simple belief to Platoon Leader Zhao, making him feel relieved and salute.
"Yes, sir!"
"Let's go together!" Zhao Ximei and Platoon Leader Zhao quickly left to gather the soldiers.
Ten minutes later, the villagers had wasted precious time because of some pots, pans, utensils, and furniture. They had not moved yet, but there was no time left. The gunshots outside the village could be heard clearly. The situation was urgent.
"Brothers, this might very well be our last battle. For the sake of our fellow villagers, we can only go all out.”Platoon Leader Zhao's mobilization was very short. After he finished speaking, he ran out with his gun in hand, followed by a few wounded soldiers.
The village was suddenly filled with the sound of gunfire. It was dense and chaotic. Occasionally, there were the sounds of Japanese individual mortars exploding. The machine guns at the intersections of the village spewed fire, and the bullets turned all the living things on the streets into holes. Then, the Japanese took advantage of the chaos in the village and the loss of resistance to enter the village with their guns. They kicked the door, shot the men, raped the women, and then set fire to the houses. In an hour, the entire village had become a living hell.
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