Chapter 64: Massacre (Part 1)

  The enemy's troops formed a large network by connecting the county town and various strongholds, and searched for villages in the jurisdiction one by one. Every time they arrived at a village, innocent civilians would be killed by the enemy.

  "Who among you is the Eighth Route Army? If you don't speak, I will kill everyone in this village!" traitor Deng Baoguang shouted to his fellow villagers. The devils surrounded the village under Deng Baoguang's leadership and drove all the men, women, old and young to the threshing ground in the village. Traitor Deng Baoguang came out to ask who was the Eighth Route Army, but how could the villagers tell him about the Eighth Route Army? Looking at the silent villagers below, Deng Baoguang's anger surged up.

  "Are you all deaf? Didn't you hear what Master Deng said?" The traitorous dog yelled at the villagers. Still, no one paid attention to him, and Deng Baoguang's face began to lose its dignity. He had boasted about his connections with the devils every day, but today he was humiliated in front of them by these villagers.

  "You! Do you know who is the Eighth Route Army and where they are?" Deng Baoguang asked, pointing at Wu Dama.

  Two Japanese soldiers came forward and dragged out Wu Dama, who glared fiercely at Deng Baoguang, then turned her head and completely ignored him.

  "Slap!", a loud slap landed on Wu Dama's face, Wu Dama was slapped by Hanjian Deng Baoguang so hard that she stumbled and almost fell to the ground, with blood oozing from the corner of her mouth, and a red palm print appeared on her face. Deng Baoguang's hand even hurt from slapping, just think about how much strength this dog traitor used!

  "You're a traitor! What kind of upbringing did you have, to turn out like this? Your mother must be so ashamed of having given birth to such a scoundrel! You're a collaborator? Your family must have been lacking in virtue for eight generations!", Wu Dama also didn't hold back and gave Deng Baoguang a good scolding.

  "Damn it, you old thing, dare to scold me? Are you looking for death?" Deng Baoguang couldn't bear it anymore, and with one kick, he knocked Wu Dama to the ground. He went up and kicked her wildly with his feet. The villagers below saw him brutally treating Wu Dama and were outraged, rushing forward in a swarm, but were pushed back by the devils. When the villagers tried to rush forward again to rescue Wu Dama, the devils' machine guns fired, sweeping across the crowd, hitting several villagers in the legs and injuring them. The crowd was forced to retreat.

  "Traitorous dog, you won't die a good death!", Wu Dama kicked him to the ground, but she continued to scold the traitor Deng Baoguang.

  Deng Baoguang was scolded by Wu Dama, and his kicking became even more intense. Wu Dama's body was originally not good, how could she withstand Deng Baoguang's kicks? After being kicked in the stomach a few times, Wu Dama let out a miserable cry and lost her breath. Poor Wu Dama was actually kicked to death by the traitor Deng Baoguang.

  "Old lady!", "Old wife!", Wu Dama's nephew and his partner, ignoring the injuries on their legs, rushed over and picked up Wu Dama from the ground. The two of them had just been about to rush forward, but were pushed back by the Japanese soldiers. Both of them had been shot in the leg by the Japanese machine guns, and blood was still flowing from their wounds at this moment.

  "Old lady! Say something!" The old man kept shaking Wu Dama in his arms, hoping she would come back to life. But how could the already lifeless Wu Dama possibly come back to life? No matter how hard he shook her, there was no response.

  "Wait, wife, I'll go with you," the old man said, placing his companion's body in his nephew's arms, and then suddenly stood up and rushed towards the traitor Deng Baoguang.

  "Damn you, traitor! I'll fight you to the death!", the old man hobbled towards Deng Baoguang, who was standing next to a Japanese soldier. The soldier raised his bayonet and stabbed it into the old man's chest. The old man grasped the bayonet tightly with both hands, which were cut by the blade, and blood kept flowing out. With his bloody fingers pointing at Deng Baoguang, he cursed, "You'll never die a good death!". Then the old man fell under the bayonet.

  "Damn it! You little devils, I'll curse your ancestors!", the old man's nephew sprang up from the ground and rushed towards the Japanese soldiers. The surrounding Japanese soldiers stabbed at him with their bayonets, and the young man was stabbed multiple times before falling into a pool of blood. The villagers let out another cry of grief.

  "Who knows where the Eighth Route Army is? Speak out and the Imperial Army will reward you, don't speak and you'll all die!" After showing off his power, Deng Baoguang came to life, and loudly shouted to the villagers below.

  Deng Baoguang was even more ugly at this moment, with his chest protruding and his small head twisted, his mouth curled up to reveal his three rows of rodent-like teeth. The villagers disliked him even more, and no one would betray the Eighth Route Army because of his words. The Eighth Route Army was like family to the villagers, who welcomed them with open arms, offering chickens and ducks as gifts, making shoes for the soldiers, mending their clothes, encouraging their own children to join the army and fight against the Japanese devils. In their hearts, they knew that only the Eighth Route Army treated them well, that it was an army fighting against the Japanese devils, and that if the devils were driven away, the villagers would have food to eat and live in peace. They would never betray such an army.

  "None of you will say anything? Fine! Good for you!", Deng Baoguang was thoroughly enraged by the villagers, no matter how he asked, nobody would reveal any information. It seemed that without using some tactics, they wouldn't speak out to understand. This little scoundrel's mind turned again, and he came up with a wicked idea. "You come out!", Deng Baoguang pointed at Wang Chunlin and said. Two Japanese soldiers pounced like wolves and dragged Wang Chunlin out of the crowd. Wang Chunlin glared at Deng Baoguang, if looks could kill, Deng Baoguang would have been sliced into a thousand pieces long ago.

  "Does anyone know who the Eighth Route Army is? Does anyone know where the Eighth Route Army is?" Deng Baoguang pressed. Wang Chunlin didn't even bother to reason with him, and refused to answer a single sentence.

  "You're not speaking either? Fine! You want to pretend to be deaf, huh? I'll cure you today! I'll dig out your ears!" Deng Baoguang said to Wang Chunlin. He then gestured and spoke to the two Japanese soldiers, who nodded in agreement and called over two more. The four of them surrounded Wang Chunlin, forcing him to kneel on the ground. Two of the soldiers held down Wang's shoulders, another pressed his head, and the fourth pointed a bayonet at his ear, ready to stab at any moment.

  "Kid! As long as you say to Grandpa, 'Grandpa, I was wrong! I surrender!' Grandpa will immediately tell the Imperial Guard to let you go. Otherwise, you little brat will have to taste the flavor of the Imperial Guard's ear-pulling!" Deng Baoguang said with a pat on Wang Chunlin's cheek.

  Several Japanese soldiers also shouted, "Say it or not!", Wang Chunlin looked at Deng Baoguang who spat at him and smiled slightly, "Son, you think I'm afraid of you! Come on if you dare! You coward!"

  "Damn your mother! You dare to be so arrogant! Come on!" Deng Baoguang roared, urging the Japanese soldiers to take action.

  "Ah!", Wang Chunlin let out a mournful cry, the devil's bayonet pierced his right ear and came out of his left ear, the inhuman devils even twisted the bayonet, crushing Wang Chunlin's brain, Wang Chunlin died instantly, his eyes still wide open, facing him were over 200 fellow villagers from the entire village.

  "What a death without closing one's eyes! This group of inhumane and uneducated dogs!", Zhang, an old man over 80 years old in the crowd, couldn't help but curse.

  The Japanese soldier pulled the bayonet out of Wang Chunlin's ear, and a stream of fresh blood mixed with brain pulp followed the bayonet as it was pulled out, spraying out a certain distance. Wang Chunlin's corpse finally fell to the ground.