The guy who spoke was still the one who was looking for a slut, but no one cared whether he was a Han, Mongolian, or Korean.

Give them a few pieces of paper and a small handful of tobacco leaves, lit cigarettes for them, and sucked the cannon tubes silently.

While smoking, one of them raised his head, smiled meaningfully at Sun Botao, and then sighed again.

Then the few of them stood there. None of them spoke. At this time, they already knew the fate they were about to face, and some things were always inevitable.

Sun Botao, who was also smoking a smoke, looked at the river in the distance. Rice grew in the paddy fields on both sides of the river. The sunset was setting, and the sky was red. The water surface in the paddy fields clearly reflected the reflection of the sunset, which was a quiet scene.

Looking further away, several Japanese-style thatched houses at the foot of the mountain were scattered in disorder, with no one nearby. If it weren't for the corpses of several Jiannu soldiers in the paddy field, this would be like a peaceful world.

The cannonball craters in the paddy fields were filled with water, turning into bubbles. Near the bubbles, there were several corpses scattered. The water around the corpses was not sure whether it was reflected in the sunset or was rendered by blood, and it was red.

"It's time to smoke it, it's time to go on the road!"

The man turned his face and looked at Sun Botao and said.

"In the next life, stop being a traitor, stop... you can't understand it even if you say it. In short, don't be born in a chaotic world..."

As Sun Botao spoke, he pulled out the revolver and pulled the trigger to the man's head.

The moment the gunfire sounded, the vultures that were eating human flesh flew up one after another.

"Give me your life, Grandpa Tianjun, please spare me..."

When the man fell down, several others knelt down, especially the Jiannu, whose deer-headed rat eyes were as thin as a monkey, knelt on the ground with a plop, and shouted loudly, kowtowed and bowed.

However, Sun Botao looked completely blind to this, and even the traitors could not let it go, and there was such a real Jiannu and a real Tartar.

When dealing with the Han people, they would leave a complete body for them. As for such a real Tartar, there was no need to worry about it.

Sun Botao winked. Several soldiers walked around the backs of the surrendered soldiers and pulled out the Japanese swords from the scabbards with a "slam". Perhaps they bought them from some Japanese for money, but the possibility was slim. Maybe they were picked up somewhere on the battlefield.

"Hey……"

In an instant, the prayer stopped abruptly.

The battlefield once regained the tranquility of the evening.

Perhaps because of their inexperiencedness, a few of them did not fall off their heads, but they also cut off a deep knife. They fell to the ground, the blood from their necks was gushing outwards, their bodies were still twitching there, and there were even people making desperate whimpers...

Without saying a word, Sun Botao took his subordinates back silently. The smoke rising from the mountain could be vaguely seen in the twilight. I don’t know if it was an illusion or the mountains were really burning, and the red flames reflected in the sunset...

"Let's go, hurry up and rest for a night, and tomorrow, we will reach Ishimi City!"

After saying that, he glanced in the direction of Shi Jian, and murmured to himself.
Chapter completed!