People all believe in this way these days, and the Japanese themselves believe it. The soldiers who had suffered from the pain of invasion for the first time did not have to clamor at all. They rushed forward with their eyes blasting fire, and stabbed the Japanese soldiers who were still struggling with bayonets one by one. A few of them were a little more vicious, and even cut off the heads with their knives!

Yang Hao calmed down and gave them a chill, which made him feel so brave. If a scholar came over, he would probably be able to spit out the bile on the spot.

The recruits took squads as units and carried machine guns to block the fleeing cavalry. In such a bad environment, the cavalry could not run at all. They did not have a full understanding of machine guns, and many people were hesitant and were swept to the ground by the sudden bullets across hundreds of meters.

Yang Hao led the guard platoon and the remaining soldiers around the burning village and came to the villagers who were killed in the north. Seeing the miserable scenes of blood flowing all over the ground, all the young soldiers from the local town were trembling with excitement.

It was the first time Yang Hao saw the cruelty of the Japanese army. The countless movies and text descriptions were not as good as seeing them with his own eyes. His heart was stinged hard, and his teeth were clenched.

Without avoiding the scene of the tragic death of the octogenarians, he forced himself to widen his eyes and see all this clearly. The attitude that had a hint of game in his heart disappeared at this time.

War means disaster. Compared to soldiers facing life and death, unprepared civilians are more innocent and desolate. No matter what the Japanese army does such conscience for such reasons, they and all those who support them must be severely punished. None of them can be forgiven!

At the same time, he realized more deeply what terrible joint harm the war would bring to the door of his house. From now on, this kind of thing will never happen again!

Some young men who joined the army from nearby towns came over and saw the familiar or heard of the villagers who ended up like this. They were not only angry, but also hated their incompetence. Some of them had a slightly weak personality and knelt on the ground and cried bitterly.

Yang Hao shouted loudly: "Look clearly! This is what the brutal Japanese army did. We don't fight hard. As long as they arrive on our land, more such tragic things will happen! Today is just a few hundred Japanese, or we are strictly guarding, there will be so many innocent victims. Where there are no us? More enemies rushed into the raging land, and thousands of compatriots will also face such threats! Remember their innocent eyes. This is the reason for your fight!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill all the Japanese! Beasts, pigs and dogs are worse than!"

A scream of grimacing teeth squeezed out of their young throat, and they looked back at the battlefield on the south side, full of bloodthirsty desire.

Yang Hao asked the reporters who followed the army to come over and took photos and films on the entire scene. This is the most direct and effective evidence to accuse the cruel enemy and to alert the numb people.

He was unwilling to blame those who were always lucky, always thought there was room for exploitation, and always felt that they would become exceptional civilians. The national character that was deeply rooted in the bones could not be changed in a short time. It was rooted in culture, constantly strengthening the distorted subconscious from generation to generation, and under the rule of the foolish people who were "harmful inside and outside" in all dynasties, the struggle and vigilance were almost completely erased.

This is not a bloodline or wolf-like nature. It is simply a class that occupies the upper class and the right to speak. In order to consolidate their status and privileges, it is willing to push the entire nation to infinitely lower its ignorance and slavery.

With thousands of years of continuous strengthening, they finally turned the great nation, which was originally full of creativity and fighting will, into a group of foolish people who could only see three feet around them, did not care about the outside world, and refused to look far away.

Those who created this set of rules have become dead bones in the tomb, but their legacy is harming generations of Chinese people. Now, it is precisely such a group of people gather on the heads of the people, knocking on the bones and sucking marrow, and acting as a blessing. They are servile to the outside world, levying heavy levies from the inside, and bullying to the inside.

These people must use the flames of revolution to completely burn them to ashes and sweep them into the garbage dump of history. They must cut off the roots so that they will never have a chance to make a comeback.

Yang Hao is not a natural revolutionary, he is just learning how to be a revolutionary. His full theories are not as good as the bloody lessons of today.

The past twenty years of life experience and the world that I have heard and witnessed have begun to transform today with a hurricane-like spiritual baptism. In the past, he might have been just a reckless boy who was brave and unafraid of trouble. He was not bound by rules and regulations, and no matter how serious the consequences were.

Now he began to transform the wildness in his blood into a sense of struggle against the darkness of the whole world.

More troops rushed over, stood in front of the victims, took off their helmets, and stared silently.

Including those veterans who fought several battles on the battlefield in Goryeo, they were also solemn and silent at this moment. The people in front of them were no different from the villagers in their village.

Today, if there were no their battle, perhaps tomorrow, the same tragedy, a cruel disaster of ten times more severe, would come to the direct relatives.

If no one calls, most of them will wipe away their tears, bury their relatives, and continue to endure after they find there is no hope of fighting alone. This is also something that countless Chinese people have done or are doing.

For thousands of years, scholars who dared to speak up for justice were cheated by them, and the knights who committed suicide were killed by them. The world was peaceful and harmonious. The silence of the group ended up with the demise of the entire nation. Those who did not want to get to that point had to rise up and fight to the death!

Kill them all! Kill them all! Take revenge, take revenge!

The same voice, the same oath, and the same shouts spread rapidly throughout the battlefield at this moment.

Kimura Akihiro Nakasa, who was organizing an attack on the other side of the river, saw the rising fireworks from afar, and smiled with a relaxed expression: "Has that guy Akiyama started to act? It's true that he is still so arrogant! I really don't know why so many people regard him as the example of the emperor. Humph, a guy who has no discipline at all!"

The subsequent fierce explosion made Kimura Yuheng feel worried and hurriedly stepped up his feint attack on the other side of the river, intending to attract enough firepower to divert the opponent's sight.

Until the fierce machine gun sound and grenade explosion, the familiar howlings that suddenly burst out and quickly disappeared, gradually stopped. The defenders on the opposite side had only a slight commotion, but their defense did not relax at all. He suddenly realized that something was wrong!

More than ten minutes later, a cavalry covered in blood ran back, his face as if it was white and gray, and he said nervously: "Die! They are all dead! Devils, they are all devils!"

Two soldiers rushed up to drag him down. Kimura Yuheng stepped forward and grabbed his shoulder, shook it vigorously, and scolded him loudly: "Bastard, make it clearer! Who died? What happened to Major Akiyama?!"

The cavalry was full of horror in his eyes, his whole body was trembling like a sieve, and screaming like a ghost crying and howling: "They were all beaten to death! Major Akiyama was also broken!"

"impossible!"

Kimura Yuheng pushed him away angrily, his eyes rushing, and shouted frantically: "Elite cavalry brigade like Major Akiyama can easily break through even if it encounters thousands of enemies! Even if it cannot break through, it can still be avoided by maneuver. Who can kill him? You must be lying!"

He wanted to continue to scold the deserter, but he saw a stream of blood spurting out of the man's chest, his eyes turned pale, and his mouth was filled with turbid foam, and he could only vent his breath but not intake. He twitched a few times and died!

"Baga! Bastard! Damn!"

Kimura Yuheng kicked the corpse hard, bullied her chest sharply, gasped, looked at the other side of the river, and felt a vague sense of vagueness in her heart.

"Can you say that there are really a large number of terrible enemies hiding there? Is it the culprit that caused the cavalry to defeat when the cannon bombarded? If Major Akiyama really died, the Imperial Army would suffer great losses!"

Soon, a series of bad news completely defeated Kimura Nakasa's belief.

The cavalry who fled back sporadically were all saying the same thing--the enemy used terrible dense bullets to kill all the cavalry that charged. What's worse is that their heads were cut off, and now there are no less than a thousand defenders building new fortifications there. It will be particularly difficult to break through unexpectedly.

"Na Mud? Cut off your head?! How could the abominable Qing people do such a thing! Don't they know that they should also save a little bit of the decency of the war?"

Kimura Yuheng was angry. He felt that there was no unit in the world that was more hateful and shameless than the guy in front of him. Such a desecration of the warrior's body was too inhumane.

But in his heart, he did not take the violent behavior of Akiyama Yoguru's killing many innocent civilians seriously. This is the usual way of thinking of the Japanese. Whatever bad things they do should be forgiven. Even if there is a little revenge or punishment, they will feel greatly wronged.

Something worse happened soon.

Half an hour later, a loud shout suddenly came from the opposite side of the river: "Damns, follow your treasure!"

Immediately afterwards, black balls were thrown high and flew over crookedly.

Some fly closer and fall into the middle of the river, while others span over two hundred meters and directly land on the other side.

At first, the Japanese army thought it was an explosive, so they hurriedly avoided it. But after waiting for a long time, there was no movement. They bravely went over and saw that there were heads one by one!

One of the heads was wrapped in a dyed military uniform. The handsome face still looked surprised. There is no doubt that it was Akiyama, who is regarded as a role model for Japanese soldiers!

Kimura Yuheng held his head in both hands, knelt on the ground, stared at him with wide eyes for a while, and suddenly looked up at the sky with a shrill scream: "Akiyama! Major!"

He turned his head suddenly and looked forward, and the trench that was still flying out one after another, screaming hysterically: "Assault! Rush over and kill them all!" (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!

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