Chapter 297

Facing a large buzzing voice, Captain Ryoo Yamada suddenly shouted: "Baga! Shut up all of them!"

The fourteen-type pistol in the hand, commonly known as the turtle box, fires its gun into the sky.

Bang!

The crisp gunshots were obviously more shocking than the firecrackers during the Chinese New Year. The villagers who lowered their voices to express their comfort each other trembled, and immediately became silent. The cries, whispers, scoldings and coughs just now disappeared.

"Mom! I want Mom!" The little girl's tender and helpless voice suddenly became in the crowd. Obviously, the child did not know what danger was.

There was a sudden riot in one part of the crowd. Several villagers pulled a woman tightly and covered her mouth. From the woman's unwilling struggle and red face, her heart was about to fall into the Japanese clutches. The eyes of the Japanese officers were just about to sweep the little girl who was still crying in the crowd for her mother.

The angry squadron leader Yamada Ryoo suddenly changed into an expression that seemed to have discovered something interesting.

"Yo Xi! Little girl, come here! Come here!" Captain Ryoo Yamada looked very kind and hooked his fingers.

Two Japanese soldiers broke into the crowd with great momentum, pushed the villagers and pulled the little girl out. Some villagers were immediately hit by the butt stock of the Japanese soldiers. The atrocities of the Japanese soldiers formed a strong contrast with the hypocrisy of the Japanese officers.

The little girl was taken to Captain Ryoo Yamada. She was still crying when she didn't know the danger.

Captain Ryoo Yamada put on a kind smile and squatted down, "Little girl! Don't be afraid, be good, uncle will give you candy!" He wiped the little girl's tears and took out two candies from his pocket.

At the same time, a Japanese sergeant carried a camera and half-kneeled at the squadron leader Ryoo Yamada and the little girl. The flash flashed and captured the action of Yamada Ryoo stuffing candy into the little girl's hand.

"Yo Xi! China and Japan are friendly to work!" The sergeant who served as the photographer nodded with satisfaction.

The villagers who heard the sergeant words could not believe that such a shameless scene happened in front of them. On the left was a Japanese officer pretending to be kind to give the little girl candy, but on the right were fully armed Japanese soldiers holding bright bayonets and aiming them at the villagers who were crowded together, and even machine guns were set up next to them.

Putting the candy into the little girl's hand, Captain Yamada Ryoo shook the turtle box in his hand, glanced at the villagers with a slight sarcasm and threatening tone and said, "We are here today, not to kill you, not to rob you, nor to burn your house! Please forgive the soldiers for their recklessness!" He bowed slightly at this point.

Ryoo Yamada continued: "Someone reported to us that there were liaison officers of the Eighth Route Army in the village. I know that everyone is a good citizen who wants to live a stable life. The Eighth Route Army has nothing to do with everyone. As long as the Eighth Route Army handed over, we will leave immediately and we will continue to live our good citizen life."

After saying that, Yamada Ryoo's sharp eyes looked at every villager, trying to find the suspicious person.

The Japanese army surrounded the siege was silent, and no one moved or spoke. They all looked straight at Ryoo Yamada.

After waiting for a while, there was no response at all. Yamada Ryoo snorted coldly. If someone from the village had not reported quietly, he might have returned in vain. He was almost certain that the liaison officer of the Eighth Route Army was among the villagers. If he hadn't wanted to save some energy and save some bullets, he would have ordered the village to slaughter, and would rather kill a thousand people by mistake than let one go.

"Don't say it!" Yamada Ryoo's pistol aimed at the little girl's head intentionally or unintentionally.

The little girl finally realized the danger and wanted to struggle to return to the villagers to find her mother, but was forced to hold it down by Yamada Ryoo's big hands covered with hair.

The atmosphere became tense again.

"Beast!" An old man couldn't help but rush out.

"village head!"

"Grandpa, Village Chief!"

The villagers kept yelling!

"You bastard! He actually pointed a gun at a child who didn't know anything!" With a black and yellow crutch, the village elder rushed to Yamada Ryoshi excitedly, pulled open his clothes, patted his thin chest and said, "Come on, shoot here. Old man, I have lived for more than 60 years and have enough. Don't be targeted at the child if you have the ability."

Hearing the hoarse voice of the village chief, the villagers were indignant and rushed with the Japanese soldiers around them, and the situation was a little out of control.

Bang!

The village elder shook his body and took two steps back, and fell to the sky. A blood fountain surged from his chest, which quickly soaked the land on his body and spread around.

Ryoo Yamada sneered and blew the smoke from the gun. Old guy, this is what you asked for.

The villagers were silent.

"Since you don't want to eat toast, you'll be fine, it's great!" Yamada Ryoo, who had completely tore off the hypocritical skin, pushed down the scared little girl and said, "Niu Er, come here!"

A thin man in a short white coat and black soil cloth trousers walked out from behind the Japanese soldiers in a timid manner, which obviously made him feel uncomfortable when exposed to the villagers' sight.

"It's Niu Er, this dog-good scoundrel!"

"Ph! This ungrateful thing!"

"The village chief's grandfather, who is still in trouble, has treated him before! He is simply not a human!"

"I'm so blind, I haven't recognized him before."

Amid the villagers' scolding, Niu Er lowered his head and walked to the side of Captain Ryoo Yamada.

Yamada Ryoo waved, and a traitor handed over a cloth bag.

He weighed the cloth bag in his hand and made a jingling metal impact sound. Ryoo Yamada smiled and said, "Niu Er, here are fifty silver dollars. As long as you point out the Eighth Route Army, all these fifty silver dollars will belong to you."

Hearing the dense shaking of silver dollars, Niu Er's pupils couldn't help but expand. He had never seen so much money in his life. This was hard currency, and it was not the Japanese military supplies that the Japanese fooled the Chinese people.

He swallowed hard and stared at the silver dollar bag on Yamada Ryoto's hand. Niu Er turned his gaze to the villagers.

All the villagers were silent at this moment. At this moment, Niu Er's eyes were the murderous sword. Wherever Niu Er's eyes pointed, the Japanese devils' butcher knife would stab him.

Niu Er's eyes wandered around the villagers, and every time he moved to another place, it caused a slight commotion.

All the villagers were aiming at Niu Er with angry eyes. Niu Er was a little panicked, and he felt weak and almost turned around and ran away. But when he thought of the bag of silver dollars, he had already made up his mind and immediately left after he got the silver dollars. This village that had grown up since childhood could not stay there.

Several places of the village suddenly moved, trying to hide the person behind them.

"He! He is the Eighth Route Army!" Niu Er suddenly screamed and pointed out several of the villagers. The villagers' eyes almost made him think, and he could hardly tell who he was looking for.

The actions of several villagers in panic to cover one of them had a counterproductive effect, but they immediately attracted the attention of the Japanese soldiers. They rushed up and smashed the crowd with their butts and dragged the people out.

"That's him, he's the liaison officer of the Eighth Route Army!" Niu Er stuttered and pointed straight at a young man in his twenties among them.

"Traitor! Bah!" The young man who was pulled out by the Japanese soldiers spat at Niu Er hatefully.

Niu Er didn't avoid it and was touched by the face.

"Yo Xi! Niu Er, your great man is good, the Imperial Army is very satisfied!" Yamada Ryoo smiled. The liaison officer of the Eighth Route Army was a big fish. As long as you catch this liaison officer, force the movements of each Eighth Route Army, and report to your superiors, it would be a great achievement.

"Hold it, your loyalty to the Imperial Army, the Imperial Army will not treat you badly!" Yamada Ryoo pretended to be generous and threw the silver dollar bag to Niu Er. "Look at me again, if there is still an Eighth Route Army, point out that the Imperial Army will be rewarded!"

Holding the silver dollar bag, Niu Er was overjoyed and immediately bent over and said, "Thank you, thank you, Taijun!" He looked humble and wanted to kneel down and lick the military boots of Captain Ryoo Yamada.

"The Eighth Route Army, there is one!" He grabbed the bag of silver dollars tightly in his hand, and Niu Er completely abandoned the last trace of Chinese conscience in his heart.

His eyes began to become greedy, as if every villager had white silver dollars in his eyes. Niu Er looked at the villagers with red eyes, pointed at the villagers and said, "He, the follower of the Eighth Route Liaison Officer!"

"And he, he is a wounded person in the guerrilla team! And..."

Bang!

Niu Er's voice stopped abruptly, his head burst out like a broken watermelon. The silver dollar bag fell to the ground with the body. Several silver dollars that slipped out of the bag were stained with white and red spots.

The villagers and the Japanese soldiers were stunned.

"Eighth Go!" Yamada Ryoo, who woke up, pulled out his samurai sword and was calling for the enemy's attack.

"Enough! Stop!" A short shout made Yamada Ryoo just about to shout out and swallow it back into his stomach.

"I am the Eighth Route Army you are looking for!" Li Wei flashed from the corner of a village house, and immediately pointed the guns of more than a dozen Japanese soldiers nearby at Li Wei with conditioned reflexes.

Throwing down the gun in his hand, Li Wei raised his hands and walked towards Ryoo Yamada and said, "There are no other Eighth Route Army in the village except me."

No one noticed that there were no fewer bullets in the rifle basin that fell to the ground.

Seeing the Eighth Route Army that he had come out, Ryoo Yamada smiled proudly. He didn't care about Niu Er's death at all. In his plan, he found the Eighth Route Army in the village. Niu Er had only one way to die, that bag of silver dollars, hum! It's just that it's not used to coax Niu Er, the money of the Great Japanese Imperial Army is not that easy to get.

A Japanese squad leader waved his hand and several Japanese soldiers rushed over and searched Li Wei up and down. Nothing was found except for the rifles on the ground.

"Yo Xi! Yours is a hero!" Yamada Ryoo smiled very treacherously. This action seemed to be a fish that was not fishing in one net, a fishing net, and a large basket of fishing in three nets, and a great harvest was achieved.

"Stop the team!" Fearing that the night was long and the dreams were too long, Yamada Ryoo wisely stopped when he saw it was good. A squadron of the Japanese army led the Eighth Route Army liaison officer, Li Wei and other people suspected of the Eighth Route Army and immediately evacuated.

"Planer Commander Fan, Platoon Commander Li Wei of the fourth platoon will be fine, right?" An extremely light voice came from an inconspicuous corner in the village.
Chapter completed!