Chapter 42: Beheading

(…The feeling of killing a person who has no ability to resist is completely different from killing the enemy in a face-to-face fight. Killing people in a fight is because you are a soldier, fighting for your country; killing a person who has no ability to resist makes you feel like a murderer, and the wound that has lost his head will often appear in your dreams... Excerpted from "Grandpa's Memories of the War of Resistance")

The sharp dagger had been removed from his neck, but Cao Xiaomin was still motionless, allowing blood to flow down and soaked his front panel... His eyes were staring at the flyer, which contained a photo of the collapse of the Sihang warehouse!

"... None of the soldiers left behind in Sihangcang surrendered or compromised. They gave up the opportunity to retreat into the concession; Commander Xie Jinyuan issued a clear signal at the last moment, "The Chinese people will win the War of Resistance Against Japan, Long Live the Republic of China" and detonated a large number of shells..."

Cao Xiaomin suddenly turned around and choked to the soldiers behind him, saying, "The regiment commander has died for his country..."

There were still the bodies of several gun dealers lying on the ground. The living gun dealers had not yet put down their weapons, but they saw the Kuomintang officers and soldiers crying one by one!

Every person who withdraws will dream of brothers who stayed in Sixing Cang in his dreams. They always tell themselves that these brothers will have the opportunity to withdraw or retreat to the concession... As long as they don't get news of their death in one day, they will all be alive, at least in the hearts of these retreating brothers; but when the news comes, they will really die in the country!

The dead are very heroic, and may be the best destination for soldiers, but the living are unable to miss and be sad!

"Tie them up!" Cao Xiaomin suddenly turned around and roared and ordered. The gun dealers did not fire the few twenty shots in their hands. They obeyed under the suppression of dozens of machine guns and rifles.

The grass and trees in the small village that entered autumn were withered and yellow, and the remaining greenness seemed desolate; the open land in front of the small village was trampled by the refugees and withered, and at this moment the refugees who had originally scattered to other places withered shelter from the wind and rain gathered together again. Fourteen people were tied to the row of old elm trees in front of them, fourteen gun dealers who had been shot but had not died, and were twitching and breathing... The people who had not seen death for two days were reminded at this moment that they were still struggling in the war, and the hearts that had been relieved were suddenly grabbed tightly and suppressed.

"Dear fellow villagers and fellow compatriots, when our Kuomintang army was fighting bloody and sacrificing their lives, there was a group of traitors and traitors who used money to buy our soldiers and put down their guns to let them go home; they made soldiers not resist, turned soldiers into deserters and were chased, and turned soldiers into refugees and slaughtered... You say, what should be the crime of such traitors and traitors! " Cao Xiaomin's opening remark did not win a warm response, and the reaction slowly began.

"Kill! Kill dogs, traitors, traitors!" The voice was not loud, but there were many people calling out, more and more, and the voice became louder and louder!

"These people, these people tied to trees, are those traitors and traitors! They came this time to make us put down their guns and prevent us from resisting! But they forgot that we are real soldiers and we know our mission! Now, these traitors and traitors have been arrested, and their lurking joints, everyone says what to do with them!?" Cao Xiaomin looked at the old couple named Liang. Judging from their appearance, they were such an honest person. If a rebuttal gun was not found from their homes on the spot, they wouldn't have seen that they would be a group of gun dealers.

It can be seen that the old couple is very peaceful-their son happened to leave the village the night before and was not caught.

"Kill them!" "Cut them!"... The people's calls began to become strong, and more and more gravel and soil flew out from the crowd and smashed towards the gun dealers. Everyone tied up was covered with scars. The faces of the gun dealers began to become panic...

Cao Xiaomin called several soldiers out in one breath, they were bitter gourd and rabbits who once sold the guns in their hands to these gun dealers and watched the Japanese chase and kill the soldiers who killed their brothers.

"These scums once shamed you and once made you give up the mission of a soldier; now your chance to avenge you, choose one by yourself and cut off their heads!" Cao Xiaomin gave an order like a soldier, but he couldn't even look at the gun dealers who had already lost half of them.

"No... we are not traitors, we..." Some gun dealers began to cry, but it was strange that the leader named Han Deluo stared at them and stopped talking. Han Delu was actually very tough and didn't beg for mercy.

Six soldiers walked towards the gun dealers with machetes, and they could see that they were trembling!

As the order continued, the sound of "ticaca" knife slashing into the neck, and a bunch of blood fog rose, and the blood with a little sour smell spread throughout the wilderness. Several people who rolled to the feet of the tree were half open in the pool of blood, and the white fat and red muscles at the broken mouth were pulled down from the contracting tendons, turning outward and inside to form very irregular wounds. Cao Xiaomin, who had rolled over in the pile of dead people many times, suddenly felt his stomach and anus shrink, and his mind was dizzy, and he wanted to vomit!

...The feeling of killing a person who has no ability to resist is completely different from killing the enemy in a face-to-face fight. Killing people in a fight is because you are a soldier, fighting for your country; killing a person who has no ability to resist makes you feel like a murderer, and the wound that has lost his head will often appear in your dreams... In his memoir, Grandpa has a detail about being ordered to massacre Japanese prisoners of war on the battlefield in Myanmar. The old man has been in blood for five years and can sleep soundly in the explosion of a bomb, but he actually suffered from insomnia that night!

No! Cao Xiaomin cried wildly in his heart. He remembered the Nanjing Massacre that was about to arrive. If he, if his brothers faced the human-shaped beast Japanese with a human attitude, how would they fight those beasts who could kill hundreds of thousands of people without any mercy?

Cao Xiaomin suddenly gritted his teeth and wanted to chop off a head with his own hands!

"Sir! Let me kill one!" Just as Cao Xiaomin made up his mind to walk towards the gun dealers, a thin young man rushed out of the crowd: "My grandma, parents, and sister were all killed by the Japanese plane... Sir, I want to kill traitors and traitors!"

Everyone's eyes were attracted by this weak boy who was shivering in the cold wind; so many people had killed their relatives by the Japanese, but only such a weak young man thought of killing them for killing them!

Everyone, when his relatives are innocently killed, he has the right to revenge! Cao Xiaomin agreed.

When Han Delu saw the hatred look of the weak young man, his mouth moved and finally didn't say anything. He just looked at the big boy walking up.

"Your mission is to buy as much guns and ammunition as possible from the defeated soldiers, give them travel expenses, and let them take off their military uniforms and escape; in short, the more chaotic they are, the greater the loss, the better..." Han Delu's ears rang out the order before departure.

The thin body walked to Han Delu in danger, with his hands trembling, but his eyes were firm; the young man raised his bloody machete high, and the people present were silent at this moment!

The weak big boy who stared at the eyes, maybe he had never bullied anyone in his life, made Han Delu sigh and closed his eyes at last; finally, he gritted his teeth, and the big boy also closed his eyes, and the machete fell high!
Chapter completed!