Section 401

Due to the previous riots by some people, most of the people were intercepted in the city by the Japanese and puppet troops and failed to escape in time. Ono Nio did not take the nearly 100 people who escaped from the city to heart. As long as most of the people were in his hands, they were not afraid of the Eighth Route Army's force. He asked his soldiers to take strict supervision of those people, and ordered his subordinates not to supply food and water to those people, and torture and torture, and strive to dig out the Eighth Route Army's intelligence as soon as possible.

The Japanese and puppet troops' strict defenses brought great difficulty to the secret rescue of the 12th District Team, which made Wang Bao dare not act rashly. More than 20,000 people were evenly assigned to each soldier in the 12th District Team. Each soldier had to bring out at least forty people and had to face nearly four times his enemies. This was a task that was impossible for the 12th District Team. However, it was impossible to sit idly by and watch the people be tortured, so he could only send it to the 11th District Command to request support from his superiors.

In order not to alarm the enemy, the 12th District Team could only suppress its anger, hide outside the city, and wait for the opportunity.

"Mom! I'm hungry!" The seven-year-old girl looked at her mother with a long eye. She had not finished her water for a day and night and was still frightened. The girl was so hungry that she felt weak.

She and her mother followed the uncle and uncle in the village and walked a long way to the city. They did not see the big drama that the Japanese said, but instead saw an extremely terrifying killing.

"Nannan! Be good! I'll have something to eat soon." The woman comforted the girl and looked at the Japanese army who were constantly traveling not far away, but she could not help but lowered her head. The Japanese bayonets would not make sense to her. Almost all the food they had with them were searched. At least now the Japanese didn't mean to give them some food.

The girl leaned in her mother's arms very sensible, and tears fell down, obviously she was so hungry.

"Wang's wife. Is Nannan hungry?" A rough hand stretched out to touch the girl's head and gently stroked it.

"Uncle! Nannan is not hungry!" The girl saw that she was the second uncle from the same village and shook her head gently.

"Wait until my uncle can get some food for Nannan!" The second uncle looked at the girl kindly.

"Second uncle! Don't! The Japanese are so fierce!" Nannan's mother obviously disagreed with such risky behavior.

"They are humans, but we are not humans?! Wang's wife, don't be afraid. The Japanese will kill us. We will take action long ago. I will find a few people to go to the food they want." Uncle Er was also very indignant of the bad behavior of the Japanese not providing food, trapping them here without water or food. He wanted to starve them to death.

The second uncle whispered to the young men in the village, and found a few more courageous men, and walked towards the Japanese soldiers who were guarding them. Everyone's eyes immediately stared at these people with a humble kneeling and asked for food. However, before they could get closer, they were pointed at by the Japanese soldiers. No matter how many people begged, the Japanese soldiers didn't even have the idea to listen. They scolded: "Baga! Go back! Go back!"

The second uncle of the Nannan and several villagers seemed extremely angry. The Japanese did not take the lives of these villagers at all. The two sides immediately had an argument. Seeing the villagers' voices becoming more and more angry, the Japanese soldiers screamed and screamed. The bayonet stabbed, and a villager screamed and covered his stomach and fell to the ground.

Several Japanese soldiers next to them rushed over immediately, punching and kicking, and smashing the butt. They also smashed the second uncle of Nannan and several villagers to the ground on the spot. The Japanese's behavior greatly angered the villagers. Many villagers stood up from the ground, and the crowd was infuriated. Many young people even squeezed towards the Japanese. The sounds in the field became louder and unwilling to curse one after another.

Bang!

With a gunshot, the young people who wanted to squeeze in immediately stopped. The villagers in the audience were silent and silent. The injured uncle Nannan and the villagers who were asking for food were dragged back by other villagers. The villagers who were unfortunately stabbed by the Japanese soldiers with a bayonet, twitching from time to time. They widened their eyes and stared at the Japanese soldiers, as if they wanted to eat them, but they were so painful that they couldn't even say anything. Their fingers were deeply clenched into the soil. The blood soaked the clothes and spread to the ground, spreading out, and gradually disappeared.

The villagers nearby all looked sad in their eyes. The cold-blooded and ruthless Japanese completely made them desperate.

After a while, perhaps due to the previous gunfire, a spy walked into the large yard where the masses were detained, took a big iron microphone, laughed dryly, and said with a laugh: "Dear fellow villagers?! You're hungry! The Imperial Army is kind, so I brought food, come and bring it up." With a wave of his hand, several puppet soldiers carried several large tables beside him, and several puppet soldiers carried several baskets, and the basket was filled with steaming white flour buns, and the fragrance of the food immediately overflowed.

When the hungry people saw the steamed buns, they immediately became turbulent. Whether they were lying, squatting or sitting, they all stood up and rushed towards the steamed buns. They stretched their necks and stared at the white steamed buns, saliva, and were swaying in their mouths. A few boys tried their best to smear their saliva, and their stomachs were empty and their stomachs were sang for a long time, and the temptation of food was irresistible.

However, more than a dozen Japanese and puppet troops formed a blocking line in front of the table, and their shining bayonets pointed at the villagers, making the villagers dare not go too far.

The spy grabbed a steamed bun and showed it in his hand, "Did you see it?! White-fed steamed buns, snow-white white flour, ah!~ It's loose and soft, take a bite!" He took a bite, and made a very satisfied look on his face. The romance of bewitching the villagers became more and more uneasy, and he even took a step forward regardless of the bayonet.

All the villagers showed shock on their faces!

The spy held the steamed buns stupidly for a long time, but no one responded to him. Instead, the villagers' eyes were hungry and gradually stopped being intense and slowly retreated. Although they turned around and stared at the baskets of steamed buns from time to time, no villagers went forward any further. The steamed buns wanted the villagers to betray their closest Eighth Route Army. The Japanese had such a small plan too well.

"Damn it, bastard, you really don't know how to lift things up!" The spy saw a cold situation, and the villagers looked ignorant, tearing the steamed buns angrily, gritting their teeth, and at the same time, "Hmph! You are hungry, you are starving to death." After that, he turned around angrily.
Chapter completed!