Zhao Er and the people in Zhaojia Village call him that. Like his brother Zhao Da, they have no name.

The Zhao Er family has more than 30 sheep and two cows, which can be regarded as the small landlord class.

Zhao Da got married last year and got a boy in the second half of this year. Zhao Er's life event was also finalized three days ago. He was a girl from the next village and looked a bit better, which made Zhao Er very satisfied. Therefore, as long as he thought that he would marry such a good wife next year, he would be very energetic in everything.

Look, early this morning, Zhao Er drove more than 30 sheep to the mountain to herd sheep.

I sang folk songs all morning and drank the water I brought, but when I was hungry, I wanted to drive the sheep home - I had to go to the field to help in the afternoon.

Just at this moment...

"Bang!"

An abnormal sound came into his ears.

Although he couldn't understand that this was a rushing sound, his heart hopped for no reason, and he vaguely felt that it was a bit like the sound when the musket fired. Although the sound was a bit far away, he was sure that the sound was coming from the direction of Zhaojia Village.

He quickly climbed to the top of the mountain and looked towards Zhaojia Village, but because there was a hill in the middle, he could not look directly at the situation in the village.

Just after he stopped and watched for a few minutes, gunshots suddenly came again.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

"Bang!Bang!Bang..."

This time, he clearly heard gunshots, not only one, but many sounds, and there were overlapping ones, making him unable to tell how many guns there were. However, from the direction of the gunshots, it was a bad thing to judge that something happened in the village, and it was a bad thing. The most important thing was that he heard a lot of guns. He knew that the villagers were poor and had no rifles, but there were many muskets. If it weren't for the invasion of foreign enemies, how could such muskets sounds appear? This is an excellent manifestation of fierce resistance!

He quickly tied the rope on the head sheep to the trunk, ran to the village.

The more I went to the village, the clearer the gunshots became, and I could hear the screams... The more anxious he was.

After about ten minutes, when he came to the hill that had blocked his sight, he was immediately stunned when he saw it.

He originally thought that the bandits came to the village to rob, and he was somewhat glad that he had gone to herd sheep early this morning. Now, even if the bandits robbed the family, he could at least save more than 30 sheep, and he would barely starve the whole family to death. Even when climbing the mountain, the gunshots were gone, but when he heard the crying of the villagers, he thought that he would run home secretly and should pick up the family. Besides, his brother was the captain of the Zhaojia Village militia team. He was a militiaman and felt that he had the responsibility to protect the villagers.

However, when he came to the top of the mountain and lay on the ground and looked down at the mountain, he saw Hulala's large group of people being driven to the lawn of the village to gather. After a second glance, he noticed that those who drove away the villagers were wearing uniform yellow clothes, big-eared hats, and long rifles. The shaky blades on the muzzle were chilling. The refracted cold light made people feel heartbroken at first glance... After thinking about it, Zhao Er thought that the Japanese who often hear people describe him are very similar.

When he thought of the Japanese, and when he thought about the various cruelty he had heard about the Japanese on weekdays, his heart trembled a little. The previous thought of resistance disappeared, and the rest was all worried about the relatives and friends in the village.

The Japanese first caught people one by one, regardless of men, women, young and old, and gathered on the lawn. Those who dared to cry or glared were almost the same treatment: they smashed them with a gun. Then, facing the people who were knocked to the ground and bloody, they even saved the punches and kicks, and directly picked up the gun and stabbed them with a bayonet... Zhao Er saw that the teacher in the village liked to teach himself to steal from time to time in the village from time to time. He often scolded himself like a grandson and did not dare to talk back, otherwise he would be scolded to death by the villagers. He swears that he would definitely be incompatible with him. But now, the teacher just walked a little slower and was hit to the ground with a gun. Then, regardless of the blood, he raised his neck and shouted at the two Japanese. The Japanese on the left immediately stabbed the teacher with a bayonet...

For some reason, Zhao Er, who was trembling just now, was extremely frightened. Seeing this scene, Zhao Er suddenly forgot his fear and forgot his previous vow to be incompatible with this teacher. He only had anger in his heart, grabbed the pile of weeds with both hands and looked at him with anger.

Seeing the Japanese searching one by one, his attention was quickly attracted by his house.

The Japanese drove his parents out of his house and escorted them to the village lawn. Seeing his parents supporting each other, he was so anxious that he jumped up, but seeing so many Japanese people and guns, he hesitated a little... Whether it was because he was afraid or thinking that the Japanese would not massacre, he was afraid in his heart and hoped with the last bit of hope.

Then, with his last hope, he carefully searched for his brother and sister-in-law in the crowd. Very good, but he couldn't find it. The village occasionally was robbed by large bandits. As soon as the number of times was too many, everyone had some solutions to deal with it. For example, digging a cellar at home, and when the bandits came, they would hide all the people, grain and other things in the cellar. Of course, whether they could be revealed depends on whether the entrance of their cellar was secret and whether they were lucky.

He had never killed anyone, nor even shot at anyone. In addition, he usually focused on his elder brother in everything, so he had no opinion. Even when bandits came to rob, he looked at the face of his elder brother Zhao Da, and he didn't even dare to shoot. How could he dare to rush down at this moment?

He even began to think that after these Japanese devils left, he would go to Zhao Da to discuss whether he could avenge this revenge. He should shoot a black gun to declare his existence to the Japanese devils... He didn't know how many Japanese devils came, but he knew that there were 163 people in the village, and there were all Japanese devils in the village at the foot of the mountain, which was five or six times the population of the whole village.

However, something that Zhao Er couldn't believe happened.

After the little ghost searched for the entire village and gathered all the people they found, the little Japanese who were originally standing on the lawn retreated outside, while the little Japanese who were originally standing outside swarmed around the periphery. Then, a commander pulled out his command knife and shouted something. At the same time, the command knife waved forward...

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

"Ka! Da! Da..."

The Japanese soldier's 38th large cover and crooked machine gun sounded almost at the same time.

Zhao Er watched his familiar relatives and friends, in the sound of gunfire, in the flying bullets, in the grim smile, in the dancing of demons, like cutting wheat, and in the scattered fields... There were hundreds of innocent souls on this quiet Chinese land. The Japanese owed a blood debt of Chinese people that was too hard to write.

Zhao Er was stunned. The scene of his liver and gallbladder splitting left his mind empty, thinking nothing, and doing nothing. Even when he saw a murder scene for the first time, he didn't even have time to complain about vomiting. He had a question in his mind: were he killed all of them?

I was killed all without reason? Who did we provoke whom? How cruel the Japanese were to kill people without reason? Is this still a human...

If Zhao Er was stunned by watching all the villagers being killed, then what the Japanese did next really aroused him, or in other words, became angry.

The gunshots ended, and no more villagers stood on the entire lawn in the blood flowing.

But the Japanese were holding guns and walking over in a row.

Regardless of whether the villagers were killed or not, the Japanese will slaughter them. If they are not dead, then slaughter them again... Looking at all this, a chill and anger arose in Zhao Er's heart. It was like a war, but in the end, the chill defeated the anger, making him dare not resist at all. However, he did not show up, and his whole body was trembling, and the hands that grabbed the soil were even deeper at this time - this was a manifestation of anger, fear, and struggle of honest people.

"Wow~! Wow..."

Sudden!

In this deadly silence, the cry of a child completely broke the chilling cold silence.

Zhao Er, who was struggling, was immediately attracted by the voice, staring at it, waiting, and was full of thought: Please God for blessing, these Japanese devils still retain the last bit of humanity, and don't hurt this baby.

Soon, the Japanese devils opened the body of a middle-aged man who was lying on his face, revealing a baby.

Zhao Er's eyes suddenly became straight, and his heart also raised his throat: From the flower cloth wrapped in the baby, he recognized the child as the child of Uncle Zhao Long next door to his family, a month younger than his nephew. Look at the body of the middle-aged man who was originally lying on his face but was turned over by the Japanese. Isn't that Uncle Zhao Long?

The Japanese didn't expect that there was still a baby alive, and they started crying at this time.

Several Japanese soldiers surrounded him and stood beside the baby, looking at the baby, each with weird eyes, saying something to each other, and pushing and yelling at each other, as if discussing who went up to do something.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Er's heart was tugged, it hurts and is very cold.

Finally, a Japanese devil yelled a few words in dissatisfaction, took a step forward without hesitation, held a gun and went over with a bayonet... He picked up the baby's body with a bayonet, and the bright red blood flowed down the bayonet blood trough. However, the Japanese devil was still dissatisfied with shouting at the Japanese around him, and did not take his own evil at all. The Japanese devils around laughed, as if they were not doing anything thunder, but a very ordinary thing.

At this moment, Zhao Er's eyes turned red, and his anger made him jump up, grabbed a stone, shouting, "Damn Japanese, I'm fighting with you...", while rushing towards the Japanese at the foot of the mountain, he still turned the stone in his hand towards the Japanese. It was as if he could fight the Japanese in this way. Although he seemed to be dying, he burst out the desperate ruthlessness in his bones under the stimulation of anger. Honest people also have a bottom line, and once they are angry, they will be more impulsive than the impulsive people.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

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