A dozen men were arrested in the village in the morning, but now it seems that every household is crying.

The kid who lost on the battlefield spread his anger on the innocent people. Matsukawa's order was to kill the whole family of the man who escaped, but as soon as the kid entered the village, everything became unscrupulous.

The beautiful girls suffered a disaster. Not only did the little devils humiliate them inhumanely, but they also brutally killed their entire families when they left.

The old hens laying eggs were taken away, and the oxen waiting to plow the fields were also taken away. Once any common people wanted to stop them, the little devils would mercilessly kill the people who stopped them.

Eighty percent of the families in the village suffered. Two-thirds of the men who were the backbone of the village died, and women cried miserably.

Yang Fugui listened to the miserable cries coming from all around, and his heart sank to the bottom little by little.

There were words in his mouth, which were calling all the gods he knew, praying for them to keep his wife and children safe.

Although the journey is long, we have finally arrived.

The slightly dilapidated courtyard in front of him is a warm haven after his daily work. No matter how hard and tiring he is on weekdays, as soon as he steps into this courtyard gate, Yang Fugui's body feels relaxed from the inside out.

But tonight, he felt extremely scared and anxious.

The usual dim but warm lights in the small courtyard were not turned on, and he did not hear a single sound of his son's playing or his wife's scolding.

"Hufufu..." He breathed deeply and finally took that step.

"ah!"

Yang Fugui's voice seemed to have been cut off abruptly. He knelt on the ground with his mouth wide open, letting his tears and saliva mix together.

The son's thin figure was hanging from the beam, and the little hands that usually hugged his neck were now lying limply in the air.

Praying to God and praying to Buddha all the way had no effect. Yang Fugui's whole body was shaking involuntarily, as if he was having epilepsy.

He almost crawled into his house.

Yang Fugui took his son off the door beam with trembling hands. The son's little body was already cold, and a slap mark was clearly visible on his black and blue face.

He touched the marks on his son's neck with trembling hands. He could not imagine the pain his son's little body had gone through. He was such a cute and naughty little boy at ordinary times, but now he was lying silently in his arms.

inside.

"Daughter-in-law, daughter-in-law..."

Yang Fugui held his son's body and murmured to his wife.

There was no one in the main room, and there was no one in the sleeping room. Only the stove with the firelight still shining was left.

Yang Fugui held his son in his arms and walked to the kitchen tremblingly, with a glimmer of hope still in his heart.

The fire in the kitchen danced slightly, and the crackling sound of burning firewood could be heard clearly.

Although he had made some preparations in his heart, the scene in the kitchen still completely broke his heart and made all his remaining hope disappear.

The clothes on the wife's body have become a pile of rags, and her fair and plump body is full of bruises and scars.

Yang Fugui suddenly couldn't control himself and began to vomit until all the contents in his stomach were vomited out. His body could no longer bear too much sadness.

A large slit was opened in the wife's belly, and the unborn baby was nowhere to be found. Her bloody hands were placed on the stove, and her bloodless face was full of sadness.

Yang Fugui placed his son by the door. He took off his shirt and carefully wrapped his wife's body, holding the body firmly in his arms.

His wife never quarreled with him during her lifetime and was basically obedient to him. Their life was very hard, and some years they didn’t even have enough to eat. In those days, the family basically lived on wild vegetables. Although the daughter-in-law was petite,

But she picks more wild vegetables from the mountains every day than other women in the village.

The men all praised Fugui for getting a big deal and envied him for having a virtuous wife who took care of the house. Yang Fugui was also very satisfied. His wife was his biggest bragging rights when chatting with the elders.

He works in the fields and fishes in rivers. He wants to give her a better life, and he enjoys it from dawn to dusk.

Hearing that Japan was attacking, Yang Fugui comforted his wife that Japan also needed someone to pay food and taxes. It was impossible to kill all the people in China, otherwise the Japanese would starve to death.

Looking back now, I realize how ignorant my thoughts were at the time.

"Crack!"

The crackling sound of the stove fire brought Yang Fugui back to reality. He wanted his wife and son to rest in peace.

Yang Fugui gently picked up his wife. There was a heavy burnt smell coming from the big pot on the stove. He glanced at her with his peripheral vision.

This sight made him completely paralyzed on the ground, and his wife's body rolled out of his clothes.

That is his unborn child!

"ah!!!"

Yang Fugui could no longer close his mouth, his eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost, and his blood-red eyeballs were about to fall out.

He didn't dare to look at the stove anymore, he grabbed his head hard with both hands, and his hair was pulled off one by one.

"ah!"

He looked like a drowning man, with his mouth open but unable to make a sound. The goosebumps on his body were bulging, as if they were about to come out of his skin.

“Little Japan…”

"Damn little Japan..."

He beat his head painfully, trying to drive out the demonic images in his mind, but in the end it was to no avail.

After crying for a long time, he held his wife in his arms again.

His heart ached, he wanted to talk to his wife, and he wanted to hear her gentle comfort.

But the person in his arms was cold, no matter how tight he hugged him or no matter how painful he cried, there was no response.

died!

Yang Fugui finally accepted this fact.

He wiped away his tears and put his children and wife into clean clothes numbly.

Then he set a fire.

Seeing his warm and happy home yesterday turned into a sea of ​​flames, Yang Fugui had only one thought in his mind:

revenge!

From now on, he will no longer be a person, he will be a snake, a knife, and a gun.

Japanese!

He will bite them to death! Hack them to death! Beat them to death!

Japanese!

Yang Fugui engraved these three words in his heart with anger.

With his wife on his back and his child in his arms, he walked silently through the village where the cries were loud. He no longer cared about the suffering of others.

Like a robot, he dug tirelessly into the soil until he put his wife and children in.

"You three are watching from the sky, watching me avenge you!"

Yang Fugui looked at them one last time, gritted his teeth and filled in the soil.

Two or three generations of his Yang family are buried here. His wife and children have ancestors here who will help him take care of them, so he can rest assured.
Chapter completed!