The Japanese army's move was obviously a malicious slander of the Eighth Route Army, which made the Eighth Route Army unpopular and lost its greatest support.

Because they knew that the reason why the Eighth Route Army, which was short of food and bullets, was so stubborn that it could not achieve its goal after several exterminations. It was entirely because it relied on the strength of the people and turned the risk into a bargain again and again.

In fact, they always do so.

Every time there is an army slaughtering the village, they will add color and add fuel to the fire and hold the shit basin on the Eighth Route Head.

And they declared themselves on the right side.

But the eyes of the masses are sharp and blinded for a while, but not for a lifetime!

On the city gate tower, the Japanese translator and the two Japanese dressed in Qiaozhuang in the square sang and confirmed the "truth" of the incident.

In fact, when the Japanese army rushed to Wanjia Town, they found that it was late and all the supplies were emptied. In a furious manner, they bombarded Wanjia Town with cannons.

At some point, on the city gate tower, two Japanese special attack team members came forward with a woman in the Eighth Route Army uniform. It was Chen Lan.

The Japanese translator pointed at Chen Lan and shouted to the audience:

"Look, this is the Eighth Route Army of the Nu Tu captured by the Imperial Army, and it is also the culprit of the Wanjia Town tragedy. We must believe that the Imperial Army will seek justice for our dead elders and fellow villagers, brothers and sisters!"

"Long live the Imperial Army! Long live the prosperity of Greater East Asia!"

As he shouted slogans, in the square, the Japanese disguised people and pro-Japanese people also shouted slogans together, and waved the small plaster flag in their hands.

"Long live the Imperial Army! Long live the prosperity of Greater East Asia!"

“…”

Suddenly, Chen Lan kicked the Japanese translator's butt, stretched her neck to the edge of the wired microphone, and continued to shout under the slogan of the translator:

"Long live the Eighth Route Army when it comes to Japanese imperialism!"

The people who were following the Japanese guys who were thinking about it and learned to shout:

"Down with Japanese imperialism!"

But as soon as he said that, he was shocked and sweated.

However, ordinary people also realized that there were really people who watched the fun without much trouble, so they continued to shout.

"Defeat Japanese imperialism! Long live the Eighth Route Army!"

After shouting for more than twice, the sound field has already surpassed the previous one.

The Japanese translator was a civil servant. Although he was a man, his physical fitness was much worse than Chen Lan, a scout. He was almost kicked down the city gate tower by Chen Lan. He was already scared. At this moment, he heard the slogan like a tsunami, and instantly broke out in cold sweat. He grabbed the wired microphone and shouted hysterically:

"Sujing, I'm against you!"

He looked at Chen Lan viciously, then raised his hand and slapped Chen Lan in the face.

Bang!

The Japanese translator's arm was caught by Yamamoto Ichiki, and Yamamoto also said to the former with some anger:

"Enough!"

Hearing this, the Japanese translator stopped in disappointment. He was unwilling to accept it, but he did not dare to rebel, so he had to silence Yamamoto Ichimoto.

After this disturbance, the people in the square were a little excited. With the mentality of watching the excitement, they all became somewhat expectant, hoping that the Japanese army would make a fool of themselves on the ring again.

But when the competition officially began, it was another matter.

Seven or eight Japanese soldiers wearing white pants and white coats and three-inch-wide black belts around their waists walked up neatly, with white jade belts on their heads and patterns symbolizing plaster flags on them.

Several Japanese warriors had serious expressions, walked to one side of the ring and knelt down neatly.

Seeing this, the people who were in a little emotional state just now were suddenly silent, and none of them dared to go to the ring.

Everyone knows that the Japanese army’s money is not that easy to get. Ordinary people know their own weight, but those who have the ability to do so have a wait-and-see attitude, and no one is willing to be the first to be a leader.

It was noon at sunset, and the venue was a little quiet, and there was no more noise and bustle at the beginning.

Facing the fierce Japanese warriors, the people may be ashamed of no one daring to face the challenge, like children who have made mistakes, one by one, drooping their heads and listless.

Seeing this scene, Yoshio Yuzuka burst into laughter and said to Yamamoto Ichiki with a contemptuous tone:

"Yamamoto-kun, it seems that the courage of the Chinese people is very disappointing!"

Yamamoto Ichiki paused at Yoshino Yuzuka and said:

"General, please don't worry, all the Chinese need is an introduction, just like a flock of sheep, and a leader who takes the lead in entering the slaughterhouse!"

After saying that, Yamamoto Ichiki winked at a soldier next to him.

"I'll do it!"

I could only hear a shout from the crowd, like a thunderclap, causing the people to stir up the stagnant water again.

There was crowded people, and a short man jumped onto the ring.

The man is about forty years old, with a little gray temple and a short figure, but he walks steadily and steadily. He looks like a trainee.

But the people didn't know this. Seeing the man's thin appearance, they thought he was hungry and went to die, and they all felt worried about him.

The pro-Japanese elements hidden among the people also took advantage of the opportunity, and shouted:

"Men, good-looking!"

"Try harder, don't lose face!"

“…”

The pro-Japanese elements were just right in their anger, and the people's emotions were gradually aroused, cheering for the men on the ring.

The man smiled and clasped his fists at the people from all directions while shouting:

"Young and young men, I am Wang Laowu! I will try the waters for us first. If you win, you will get a hundred oceans and lose. Don't blame me if you lose!"

Hearing this, someone shouted:

"Madman, if you dare to go up, you are just a man!"

"That's right, even if you lose, we admire you!"

“…”

At this time, a warrior stood up, came to the man, and bowed to Wang Laowu.

Wang Laowu was also quite polite and bowed with his fists in his right hand.

There was no sign of any precursor. The warrior who was straightening his waist suddenly exerted force under his feet, and he ejected himself, and rushed straight to Wang Laowu's face with a punch.

Wang Laowu crossed his hands on his chest to block it.

Bang!

The huge force caused Wang Laowu to retreat continuously and retreat to the edge of the ring.

It's no wonder that the Japanese samurai was originally taller than him and was a circle bigger. Just looking at it you know that it was not a heavyweight.

Coupled with the sudden attack, he was obviously caught off guard.

The people in the audience were suddenly a little angry and felt ashamed of the behavior of the Japanese samurai, but they just dared not speak out.

I can only secretly cheer for Wang Laowu.

On this side, Wang Laowu had not stabilized his body yet, and the Japanese warrior rushed forward again, kicking him horizontally, sweeping towards his neck!

If this is swept, Wang Laowu will be eliminated even if he doesn't die!

Wang Laowu followed the trend to block, but did not block head-on, because the Japanese samurai were far higher than him in terms of size and strength, and forcibly blocking could only hurt himself.
Chapter completed!