During the resistance period, there were a few places where people often appeared. The first was the county that had fallen, the second was the village in the fallen area, and the third was the road!
He Ren used the county city as his base camp, and then he would often sweep through the villages around the county city, collecting food, robbing money and artifacts, and even robbing women and killing people to vent his anger.
Zhao Family Village in Pingan County was one such village. It suffered from the invasion of the people, and countless villagers lost their families.
Every month, the Xiaohe people would sweep through the villages in the occupied areas and collect food. They would never leave any food for the local villagers. If they did not hand it over, the massacre would begin!
On this day.
The Pingan County Army sent a small team and two platoons of troops to various villages. Today was the monthly grain collection day, and it was also the favorite day for the people or puppet troops. They could go to various villages to bully and harm the villagers.
He Jun's small team consisted of about 50 people. They were well-equipped and had undergone military training. They were equipped with one heavy grenade launcher and three grenade launchers.
Here, he had to admit that even the Central Army of the interim government did not have such military equipment, let alone the four armies. The fact that they could capture more than half of Nine Regions so quickly had a lot to do with their excellent weapons and equipment.
Currently, each company of the four armies only had one heavy machine gun. Sometimes, the company-level units were not even equipped with heavy machine guns. They only had light machine guns for their use, and the number of bullets was extremely limited.
The equipment of the Central Army was many times better than that of the 4th Route Army, but each platoon was only equipped with light machine guns. Only the company-level units were equipped with heavy machine guns and grenade launchers.
And what were the weapons of the He Jun Company Level Squadron? There were at least nine light machine guns and three to five heavy machine guns. They were also equipped with radio stations, grenade launchers, mortars, and even Type 92 infantry cannons. Their firepower was definitely powerful!
With such a powerful military firepower, it was no wonder that the people of the small country had made a wild statement that they would destroy the Nine Regions in three months.
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Zhao Family Village.
At this moment, all the villagers were gathered at the entrance of the village, standing in rows. Countless people's expressions were filled with fear, anger, and hatred!
These villagers were surrounded by armed soldiers and puppet soldiers. They formed an encirclement and surrounded the entire village as if they were besieging a group of livestock. The rifles in their hands were aimed at these villagers without any mercy.
In front of these villagers, there were three heavy machine guns. A few young men were lying there, ready to shoot at any time to prevent these villagers from escaping.
Other than that.
There was also a major officer with two puppet platoon leaders standing in front of the villagers and talking about something. Their expressions were arrogant, as if they were invincible and looked down on the common people.
"The Great Eastern Continent's imperial army has said that you have two hours to hand over all the food in your family. Otherwise, don't blame the imperial army for being rude to you!”The traitor translator shouted at the villagers. His tone reflected his inexplicable sense of superiority.
As soon as he said this, the villagers who were originally afraid suddenly became angry. Many people roared,"Last month, you took away all our food and made us eat cornbread every day. Where will we get food?"
Looking at the angry villagers, the major sneered. He pulled out his pistol and fired two shots. Immediately, the two villagers standing at the front were killed on the spot!
Instantly.
The originally fiery scene had completely quieted down. Everyone only dared to look at Yamato with angry and hateful eyes, but they did not dare to make any moves.
The officer did not care about the lives of these villagers at all. Instead, he happily waved his hand to signal his subordinates to drag the two corpses away and feed them to the dogs. Then, he continued to talk nonsense.
"The Great Eastern Continent's imperial army said to tell you to behave. Otherwise, these two people who are fed to the dogs will end up like you in the future!”The traitor translator shouted.
The villagers lowered their heads and stopped talking. They were no longer angry. Their hearts were filled with sorrow. This was the sorrow of the weak. This was the sorrow of half a subjugated slave. They suddenly realized that their lives were filled with confusion and helplessness.
A desolate aura filled the air. Hundreds of villagers remained silent. They were powerless to resist and could only be slaughtered!
"Baka Yalu!" Seeing that the villagers were not going back to prepare food, Major Kazufuru seemed to feel humiliated. He roared angrily and pulled out his pistol, ready to shoot.
"F * ck you, Little Kazufuru. I'll fight it out with you!!”When people were in despair, there would always be people who would stick out their chests and fight to the death, resisting openly!
A burly villager who did not look like a normal person rushed out from the crowd. His two thick arms waved and shot out two knives. In an instant, the head of the officer who was about to shoot was shot.
"Baka!" Kazufuru, who was watching the show, was furious. He quickly raised his rifle and pulled the bolt, ready to kill this unruly citizen who dared to resist.
It was also at this moment that a thunderous roar rang out.
Boom!
With this thunderous roar, the translator's upper body, which was stunned by the sudden death of his junior officer, suddenly exploded. He couldn't be more dead. Flesh splattered all over the ground, and blood spurted out from his waist like a fountain.
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