It was already late at night, and the sky in the early March of northwest Shanxi was rarely without wind. It seemed so calm and peaceful under the sound of everything.

But the tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop.

In an abandoned cave, dim lights flashed.

Yamamoto Ichiki had his upper body exposed, allowing the accompanying military doctor to cut out a bullet from the wound on his shoulder, without saying a word.

Beads of sweat the size of soybeans were emitting on his head, and fog was rising in the cold earth kiln.

"Col. The Eighth Route Army behind us is catching up. Should we annihilate them?"

The leader of the eighth group of the Japanese special attack team rushed into the earth kiln and reported to Yamamoto Ichiki.

“How many of them have?”

After Yamamoto Ichimu bandaged his injuries, he asked while tidying up his military uniform.

"About a dozen people, the night is too dark, we don't see clearly!"

Yamamoto Kazuki moved his shoulders, his eyes full of fear, and said:

"It's easy to destroy them, but this is just the vanguard, and there will be a backup force behind them."

"Colonel, the reinforcements from Wanjia Town will arrive in another twenty minutes. The Eighth Route Army only has the troops of that company. Will they abandon the supplies of Wanjia Town for a female soldier?"

Yamamoto Kazuki snorted coldly, glanced at Chen Lan, who was unconscious in the corner, and said coldly:

"Hmph! Are you doubting my judgment?"

"I dare not, Colonel, I'm just wondering!" Morijima, the leader of the eighth group of the special attack team, responded.

"But your doubts are right!"

Yamamoto Ichiki's words turned around and continued:

"For the Tujia Town materials, it is impossible for Tujia Road to abandon them, and they cannot abandon this woman!"

"So, they are bound to not have too many follow-up troops to pursue!"

Upon hearing this, Morishima was shocked and paused at Yamamoto Iki and said firmly:

"Colonel, I ask to eliminate this territorial eighth route!"

Yamamoto Ichiki stood up and sorted out his collar for Morishima, saying relieved:

"Myama-kun, I'm in trouble!"

"For the Emperor, I would like to be heartbroken!" Morishima paused again.

"I order the Eighth Battle Team to use the surrounding terrain to eliminate this Eighth Route Army, and the others will follow me to return to Taiyuan!"

Then, Yamamoto Kazuki thought about it, took out another piece of paper, wrote down dozens of words freely, handed it to Morishima, and instructed:

"Myama-kun, leave a living mouth and ask him to hand over this letter to the officers of the Eighth Route Army Independent Regiment. I want to use it to drop a big fish!"

"Hi!"

Watching Morishima leave, Yamamoto Ichiki knew that the former would not be able to come back.

He judged that Wang Yu could not send troops to pursue him, because the latter knew his methods and how many pursuers were also meat buns to beat dogs.

Second, as he said, Wanjia Town supplies must be transported away in a short period of time, otherwise Japanese reinforcements would arrive soon, and this place was a blockade area of ​​the Japanese army. The company of the Independent Regiment was a raid and could not stay for a long time.

Therefore, it is not someone else who pursues him, only Wang Yu and his special troops!

Therefore, Morishima cannot come back alive.

As for his letter, it was handed over to Wang Yu to read by Morita.

As early as the Zhuangzikou stronghold, Japanese Major General Miyao Dao was killed, Yamamoto Ichiki knew that the "Son of the Chosen" appeared in the Eighth Route Army like him.

As the saying goes, one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, which made Yamamoto Ichiki realize that this person must be his biggest enemy, which has led to his delay in displaying his great ambitions and vowing to discover this person and smooth out the biggest obstacle on the road to his great cause.

The emperor paid off. Knowing that the Eighth Route Army was short of resources at this moment, Yamamoto Ichiki used the supplies of the Imperial Army of Wanjia Town as bait and finally arrived at Wang Yu.

In Wanjia Town, he was full of confidence, but the ability that Wang Yu showed caught him off guard and was very afraid, so he decided to deal with Wang Yu at all costs!

And this letter is just the beginning.

...

Xiaowangzhuang Village is not big, with only more than twenty families. After becoming an enemy-occupied area, the Japanese army came to sweep the village every few days, resulting in the arrest of young and strong laborers in the village being captured and the army joining the army, leaving only more than fifty women, children and children.

At this moment, in the middle of the village, there is a small square, and the center of the square gathers the entire village's population.

Looking at the pair of terrified eyes, Morita loosened his collar and showed a tyrannical expression on his face.

In the past, other Japanese troops could go out to sweep, saying that they were sweeping, but in their opinion, it was actually a good opportunity to alleviate the huge pressure brought by the war, and use this to burn, kill, loot, and release the evil in their hearts!

The daily training of the Japanese special attack team is even more terrifying, which also leads to greater psychological pressure. In addition, they feel even more distorted when they see others returning home from the load of sweeping.

So, how could Morita miss such a good opportunity?

In his opinion, only a dozen Tujiao Route Army members were not opponents of his eighth combat team. You should know that a few days ago, he led the eighth combat team to annihilate a platoon of the Jinsui Army at the cost of two casualties!

Can the equipment of the Tujiao Eighth Route Army be comparable to that of the Jinsui Army?

The answer is obvious.

Moreover, Colonel Yamamoto was obviously shot and felt a little embarrassed just now.

In short, just one sentence, Morita didn't take the pursuit of the Eighth Route Army seriously!

Fires surged around the sky, Morita had already ordered people to light up all the houses to light up the "lighthouse" for the pursuing Eighth Route Army.

In the center of Xiaowangzhuang Square, there is a water well, and next to it is a millstone with a diameter of nearly two meters.

At this moment, looking at the village that was already a sea of ​​fire, everyone in the villagers dared not speak out, and could only pray in their hearts that the Japanese burned the house and left quickly.

Looking at the terrified faces in front of him, Morita was unprecedentedly satisfied, but what he wanted was more than that.

"I think, are you thinking about letting us leave quickly?"

Morita's Chinese language is not as straightforward as Yamamoto Ichiki, and it sounds very stiff and awkward.

No one in the villagers responded to him, and they dared not respond to him.

Seeing that no one was talking, Morita found it funny and continued:

"Okay, then let's play a game. After playing the game, we will leave!"

After saying that, Morita scanned the crowd.

Every villager dared not look at him, knowing that the so-called "game" of the Japanese must be a life-saving activity.

Immediately afterwards, Morita saw an alien, a tall young man giggling at him.

"Well, you're the one!"

Morita found out the young man and continued:

"You go there and eat with sugar!"

Morita saw that the young man in front of him was not very smart and took out a candy.

The fool took the candy and threw it into his mouth. While smacking his lips, he walked to the millstone with a silly smile.

A Japanese man took the rope and tied him to the pillar on the millstone.

"Now, each of you stabs him!"

As he said that, Morita threw out a dagger and continued to explain:

"Whoever stabs him can leave!"

After saying that, Morita looked at the villagers with a smile.

Sorrow and anger and fear were intertwined in the hearts of the villagers. While begging God, they also kept cursing the Japanese, but no one picked up the dagger on the ground, and no one dared to resist.

Morita was not surprised by this result. He turned his head and signaled in one direction. A Japanese man walked forward and pulled out a seven or eight-year-old child from the crowd.
Chapter completed!