"Aaaaaah!!!"

"No! I don't want to die!"

"Please don't kill me, please, spare us!"

The people knelt down on the ground, wailing in pain.

The Japanese soldiers were stunned by the sight before them!

what to do? ? ?

What should we do?

If they open fire, then... these innocent civilians will surely die!

But they were unwilling to lay down their weapons and surrender, since they currently held the advantage! Why should they surrender?

"Baka yarou! Ah—!!!"

"Why!!!!"

Why does this have to happen to us?!

Many Japanese soldiers had gone mad, clenching their fists and pounding them hard on the top of their heads, looking as if they wanted to die together with themselves.

Seeing this, Deng Zilong frowned slightly, but secretly he was delighted: "Little devils, you've finally met your match?"

"Kill him, hehe—!!!"

"Kill them all!!!"

"What are you all looking at! Charge!!"

"If we can't take Fukui Prefecture, even more civilians will perish!!!"

Commander of the 11th Division, Yamashiro Takamori, drew his sword and roared angrily. He no longer cared about anything else; let these more than 10,000 civilians die if they wanted to.

If we fail to capture Fukui Prefecture and drive the Nationalist army into the sea, even more civilians will perish!

"Charge!"

Upon hearing the division commander's order, all the Japanese soldiers reacted and gritted their teeth.