Chapter 217 Let You Da Da
Boom! There was a loud noise, and he finally knew what it was, but it was too late.
But he could not figure it out until his death. He was just raiding a village on his way to reinforce, so why did he lose his life?
Oh my god, when did tanks appear in the village?
Seeing their commander killed and the command system paralyzed, thousands of Japanese soldiers were leaderless and immediately turned around and tried to escape.
However, the tanks were chasing them relentlessly and bombarding them.
Zhong Jialing hid behind the tank, looking for opportunities and firing rockets continuously.
There were explosions everywhere, and the Japanese soldiers were dizzy and running around in the smoke.
Since the incident that year, the Japanese invaded China and, relying on their weapon superiority, massacred people in the Central Plains, burned, killed and looted our compatriots, and turned the fertile soil into a scorched earth with no grass growing. They raided villages and bombed cities, claiming to be invincible and having never been defeated.
Today, it is finally their turn to experience the pain of being bombarded.
The Japanese soldiers' car turned around in panic. They wanted to escape? How could it be so easy?
Fubao stepped on the front of the car and jumped directly into the car. He held a knife in both hands and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the Japanese. Blood splattered in the car bed in an instant.
The Japanese had never seen such a brutal and deadly fighting style. The flashing of swords and sabers before their eyes were so dazzling that they could not open their eyes.
Some Japanese soldiers instinctively wanted to escape, so they simply jumped off the car. Three or five of them panicked and ran into Feng Qi who was circling behind them.
Feng Qi swung the axe without saying a word, and chopped off the Japanese soldier's head.
Luo Jiu and Zhong Jialing used heavy weapons to press from the front, Cheng Yaoyao kept shooting down the enemy's machine gunners and car tires on the flank, Feng Qi and Fu Bao went around behind to engage in close combat, fighting frantically with bayonets.
When it comes to martial arts, China is the birthplace of world martial arts. The three moves and two styles that the Japanese devils learned are not even as good as novice compared to Feng Qi and Fu Bao.
The two men rushed into the group of Japanese soldiers and killed them without restraint. The sound of blades clashing was ear-piercing.
However, when they thought about how this group of inhumane people had massacred their unarmed compatriots time and time again before they arrived, just like today, they felt their blood boiling with power, and they wished they could chop these little devils into meat sauce.
In the midst of the fight, Cheng Yaoyao was heard shouting, "Watch out to the left!"
Feng Qi saw that a Japanese soldier had gone mad and picked up a machine gun, intending to shoot them and the other Japanese soldiers who were fighting with them to death.
Feng Qi quickly grabbed a Japanese soldier to block in front of him. Fu Bao kicked two Japanese soldiers away and quickly moved towards Feng Qi.
The mad Japanese soldier started firing indiscriminately with a machine gun. Feng Qi grabbed a Japanese soldier with one hand and used him as a cover. The bullet went through the Japanese soldier's body and instantly sprayed her face with blood.
Feng Qi wiped his face and angrily cursed: "Your grandfather's Japanese devils even killed your comrades, you are really crazy!"
The Japanese soldiers who were fighting were also confused. As their own people fell one after another, they were cursing in their hearts: Baka, do you want to kill the Chinese or do you want to kill us?
In the chaos, Fu Bao's sturdy figure stood in front of Feng Qi, "Auntie, come here!"
Feng Qi couldn't help but secretly rejoice, "You crazy little devil, here comes my golden ticket to avoid death!"
Feng Qi hid behind Fubao, and the two of them strode forward. The Japanese were delighted to see that they did not hide or evade, and started firing with their machine guns.
However, so many bullets hit Fubao, but not a single one penetrated his body, and they all fell off one after another.
Fubao strode forward, becoming angrier and angrier as he walked.
The Japanese soldier really felt like this was a nightmare. There was a strong sense of oppression coming towards him. He trembled, dropped his machine gun and turned to run. Fubao grabbed him and slapped him hard in the face.
"I let you da da da, I let you da da!"
The little Japanese soldier covered his face in fear and kept repeating in Japanese: "This is impossible! This is impossible!"
Feng Qi frowned, "What the hell is he talking about?"
Fubao: "I don't understand, it's probably a curse word."
Feng Qi immediately cursed back: "Rebound, fuck your ancestors for eighteen generations!"
After saying this, he stabbed the Japanese soldier through the chest with a knife, killing him on the spot.
There was another burst of intensive gunfire not far away. Luo Jiu, Zhong Jialing and Cheng Yaoyao drove the remaining nearly a hundred Japanese soldiers into a valley.
They were looking down from a high position, firing wildly with machine guns.
Feng Qi and Fu Bao ran over and heard a Japanese soldier shouting in Chinese: "Surrender! We surrender!"
Luo Jiu sneered, "Can you speak Chinese? Well, I tell you, we don't accept surrender.
As soldiers, you also follow orders and we will not bully you.
Take up arms and spend the last moments of your lives in battle."
The other party shook his head desperately, trying to argue: "You can't do this. According to the Geneva Convention, you can't massacre prisoners of war. We surrender! We demand humanitarian treatment!"
"Humane?" Luo Jiu clenched his teeth tightly, and almost every word came out from between his teeth.
"When you massacred those civilians, did you remember the Geneva Convention? When you shot the elderly, children, women and children, did you talk about humanity? Are you going to talk about humanity now?
Come, come, come here, I will tell you what humanity is. "
The little Japanese soldier bravely walked up step by step. Luo Jiu grabbed his collar and made him look at the villagers who died tragically on the roadside outside the valley.
"You want to surrender, but I can't make the decision. You have to ask my compatriots. If they respond right now, I will accept your surrender."
The Japanese soldier lowered his head with a trembling look in his eyes, feeling guilty. He dared not look directly into Luo Jiu's cold gaze, nor did he dare to look at the innocent villagers who died.
Luo Jiu listened for a moment and said, "Unfortunately, they did not agree to your request."
Then he put the gun to his chest, and there was a gunshot, followed by more frequent gunfire.
Fierce gunfire echoed throughout the valley. Suddenly, more than 200 soldiers in different uniforms and holding simple weapons rushed out of the mountain and ran towards the sound of gunfire.
A female political commissar shouted, "Fellow villagers! Run over here! We will cover your retreat!"
The four of them were stunned for a moment. All the enemies had been eliminated, so why were they still running?
The group of people quickly rushed to the hillside and found that although the four people were covered in blood, they were unharmed.
Looking down, there were corpses of Japanese soldiers everywhere. A girl was holding two big knives, checking for survivors and finishing them off one by one.
Looking at her calm expression without blinking and her skillful drawing and inserting of the knife, it seems as if she is used to it. If you don't know her, you would think she is a farmer hoeing the field.
Everyone took a deep breath and looked at them again, "You... killed them all?"
Luo Jiu nodded, glanced at the group of people, and quickly recognized two familiar figures from history books.
Luo Jiu: "You are the coalition forces, right?"
The female political commissar replied: "Yes, this is General Yang from our Anti-Japanese United Army, and I am Political Commissar Zhao."
Luo Jiu excitedly held her hand and said, "I've heard of your great name for a long time. We are late."
General Yang was a little puzzled. "Comrade, are you here to support us? Who sent you?"
Luo Jiu smiled and said, "This is a long story. Please answer me an important question first. What year is it now?"
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Political Commissar Zhao and General Yang looked at each other in surprise. General Yang's lips trembled, "My young comrade, have you ever been injured in the head?"
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