"Uncle, hurry up and have them captured. Be careful not to kill anyone. They just said they set a trap at a coordinate point, the kind that can set fire.
The pursuers behind them are our people. These guys are just bait, deliberately leading people here. These beasts also want to see if the soul will come out after the person is burned.
I must bring them back later. I want to ask them about their situation. I also want to let them feel the beauty of their souls!"
Jiang Cha was very angry when she spoke. When she first came here, a tragedy that shocked China and the world happened.
She still remembered vividly the abominable things the Japanese had done, and no matter how much she suffered later, she felt it was deserved.
Half of the city was burned down, and how many people were left homeless and sleeping on the streets at night?
Many people died of infection due to large burns and lack of medicine.
How many people were killed or maimed after fighting over supplies?
These things that shouldn't have happened were all carefully planned by her.
Why should we, the common people, live in dire straits?
Ordinary people in their country become beasts in human skin when they put on the clothes of the Yellow Army.
He committed all kinds of evil, such as burning, killing, looting, and so on. Jiang Cha felt that she should travel all over the island country for such a person.
Let them feel that a single spark can start a prairie fire!
"Damn, you little devil, you useless thing! Just wait, I'll catch you!"
The master stood up, took his weapon and ran straight towards the Japanese, and several people immediately followed behind him.
These people must ensure that their attack is fatal. What if there is a large Japanese force on the other side of the trap and they hear their movements and come looking for them?
A few people followed the same route the Japanese had taken, hoping to find the deceived team as soon as possible.
Although they don't know which part they are from, everyone here is Chinese and there is no distinction between people of different colors.
"The master is so powerful! It's so satisfying to see him slap the Japanese with his big slaps! If only I had that much strength, I could slap their necks and make their teeth fly all over the place.
Forget fighting the Master, the little devils with short arms and legs probably can't even reach him. If they want to hit the Master, they have to jump up!"
They hid behind the trees and watched the master slap the Japanese soldier away with one palm.
When there is a huge disparity in strength, the person will faint without even being hit on the occipital bone.
There were still a few people left who were not enough to share. After all, they were very experienced and took care of them all in no time.
They even used branches to clean the place to prevent the Japanese from coming to check and discovering their traces.
“Bang!”
"This is what you want, alive!"
The master sat beside her coolly, ready to watch how Jiang Cha would interrogate the devil and, at the same time, prevent the devil from suddenly attacking and hurting her.
"How dare you kidnap me, you bitch? Don't you know I'm a relative of Big Ri Tian Huang's? Even your superiors don't dare to mess with me. If he knew you had the audacity to hurt my face, he would definitely not let you off!"
Jiang Cha stood opposite the Japanese soldier, looking at the bow-legged man whose height was only up to her shoulders and challenging her arrogantly.
The huge slap mark on the face has turned into a three-dimensional version. I glanced at the hand of the master next to me, wow!
There are horizontal lines on this man's hands because they are clearly imprinted on the devil's face!
"Really? Which prince are you? Why don't I remember a prince looking like you? How dare you pretend to be a member of your country's royal family?
It seems you are tired of living. What would happen if I sent you back and called you Prince in front of your superiors?"
Judging from his appearance, he doesn't look like a prince.
Although the Japanese princes had poor congenital conditions, their bodies were too short and their upper bodies were not long.
But because they are aristocrats and have good conditions, their bow legs are not very obvious.
In addition, it is whiter than the people who work hard all day to make ends meet.
The white color of the Japanese devils is different from that of our country. In Western history, they are described as having a bluish-white skin color.
To put it bluntly, it's the kind of paleness that comes from being dead for three days, and it's even more obvious among the pampered aristocrats.
"You dare? They'll just shoot you! Bitch! Bitch!"
Jiang Cha and the other two spoke very quickly in the Japanese language, and everyone was waiting for her to translate.
Judging from his facial expressions, ginger tea was dominant. The little Japanese soldier was so angry that his eyes were about to pop out!
"He just pretended to be a prince from their country, saying that all officers had to salute him when they saw him, so we had to release him quickly! Then I said to send him back, and in front of them, say that we sent the prince back to your country!
This guy is almost scared to death, can't you see his eyes are about to pop out? "
"Pretending to be a royal? He's quite brave! Since he dared to say that, it proves that the prince is very likely in their camp! This is our chance. If we find his lair and kidnap the prince——"
"Let the devils give us equipment and food, then beat them half to death and send them back. We'll catch them again next time we have a chance. They're really rushing to send us supplies!"
"Quick, ask him where the camp is, or the master will beat him again. Beat him until he's dead! Beat him until he tells the truth!"
"Use this. My hands hurt from whipping too much. These shoes of mine are really sturdy. I woven a rattan stick into them just so they can last longer!"
He makes shoes with the rattan he uses to make baskets?
Jiang Cha quickly looked up to see who the expert was. He didn't know him, but he admired him from the bottom of his heart!
The straw sandals made of hay and ropes were already painful enough, but he even put a vine inside. Was he keeping it as a hidden weapon?
"Tell me the coordinates of the camp right now, and where the traps you set are. If you can't tell me, I'll give you a taste of sugar water."
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