Chapter 31 Anecdotes of Relocation 6

"Hahahaha!"

Japanese Bing Murai came out of the house proudly with his trousers belt. As he walked, he muttered, copied the three or eight big covers leaning against the door of the house, and walked out of the courtyard. Behind him, there was a deep sound of a sharp weapon piercing through the skin, and then the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

Murai didn't care about what happened in the house at all. Now he is really grateful to take the captain to find this small mountain village, so that everyone can let go and vent.

In the encirclement and suppression operation in the morning, his team encountered the tenacious resistance of the bandits. Although the team finally annihilated the bandits, several people were killed, which made Captain Ozaki very angry.

Therefore, he wandered around with more than a dozen devil soldiers who were still alive in the team, searching for the remnants of the still alive bandits while looking for a place to vent.

I really don't know whether it was their luck or misfortune. They actually let the Ozaki team find this small mountain village, and then the tragedy just happened.

"It's so stupid that these damn Chinese dare to resist the rule of the Japanese imperial army." Murata moved his chin, spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, and thought hatefully, "Damn that woman dares to bite my tongue."

Thinking of this, he had walked to the door of the courtyard, stepped up the steps, and then leaned out of the door.

Looking around, the streets are empty. There are only more than 20 households and 40 or 50 people in this small village. They have killed some of them when they entered the village, and the rest fled home because of panic. I guess their companions should have killed them at this time.

With a glance at the corners of his eyes, Murata found a crusher not far away and exposed the edge of a Japanese helmet. He laughed and walked away, "Haha, you lazy, you are actually hiding here to sleep."

In a few steps, he came to the front of the crushing plate. Murai raised his hand and was about to pat the shoulder of the Japanese soldier. As a result, he was stunned to find that the Japanese soldier sitting behind the crushing plate had a three-edded blood hole with a thick finger on his forehead, and his brain was mixed with fishy blood.

"Ah--" Murai was shocked and was about to open his mouth and shout, but at this time, a powerful arm around his neck from behind, and then suddenly tightened it, making his wide mouth only to make half a cry, and was cut off.

There was severe pain in the back of the waist. Murai could even feel the sound of the bayonet piercing his clothes and skin and piercing his body. At this moment, the desire to survive made him burst out far more than usual, and he tried his best to pull the man's arm.

Unfortunately, the man's arm is like a hard iron bar. Even if he exerts all his strength, he can't shake it at all. In the end, he can only let the bayonet pierce through the back, pass through the spine, and finally the tip comes out from the navel.

Chen Feng's murderous but calm voice slowly sounded, making Murai's body suddenly stiff. "Have a good experience, little devil, this is what it feels like when he is killed."

Blood kept gushing from the wound, and the strength was pulled away from his body. Murai felt more and more sleepy, and his eyelids began to close together involuntarily, but the fear of death made his brain particularly awake. This huge sense of contradiction made him collapse.

Chen Feng's wrist turned over, and the three-edged thorns suddenly stirred in his stomach. The internal organs of the village suddenly became rotten, and then he pulled out the military thorn.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. When the army pierced the vertebrae of the village well, it suddenly twisted, and his spine was broken into two pieces with a click.

With a howl, Murai's body softened. In this way, even if Murai can survive, he can only become a waste who can't move, and it is impossible to get up.

Let go of his hand and let the village well fall to the ground and wait for the arrival of death. Chen Feng turned around and ran forward with a bloody army thorn. There was the laughter of the devils. He had to stop those beasts earlier.

Murata lay next to the crushing plate and looked at the sky above his head with his eyes wide open. He found that the sky was so blue, with a few faint white clouds floating on it, which looked so pure and beautiful.

At this moment, he remembered his situation in his hometown when he was a child. At that time, the sky was so blue and pure, and he was as pure as the sky.

When did you start to lose that purity? It was the first time I put on my military uniform, or when I clenched my rifle and fired the first bullet, or when I picked up the baby with a bayonet, it might be myself...

The scenery in front of him became more and more blurred. Murai slowly closed his eyes and thought quietly, "It's good to be alive."

At the same time, the battle team led by Chen Feng and him also began a journey of revenge. The five people dispersed and pushed forward along the side of the village. The Japanese soldiers were cleared one by one, and no one was left behind.

The devils are busy venting their fear and anger. They are constantly killing people, set fire to them, insulting women, and doing all kinds of bad things that can be thought of. They don't notice that a team of revenge behind them is harvesting their evil lives.

The wolf baby always followed Chen Feng closely. She suddenly appeared, like a ghost, which made the Japanese soldiers suffer a lot.

Most of the time, she cooperates with Chen Feng: she is responsible for attracting the attention of those Japanese soldiers, while Chen Feng is responsible for sniping Japanese soldiers.

Before entering the village, although Chen Feng's order did not prohibit the use of firearms, the team members still tried their best to solve the enemy with a hand-to-hand battle, and would not shoot until they had to, which was also their usual style.

In this way, the devils in the village were lying on the ground without any awareness.

"Wolf baby, well done!"

Chen Feng pulled out the military thorn from the back of a devil's neck, and then stretched out his thumb to the wolf baby squatting on the low wall not far away and praised her, "It's really beautiful."

Just now, the wolf baby made a movement on the wall. When the devil turned his head to look, he touched it from behind and stabbed the other party.

This is not the first time to cooperate. With the increase of the number of times, the wolf baby cooperates with him more and more tacitly, and the wolf baby is also progressing at a very terrible speed.

If it goes on like this, I believe that the wolf baby will one day become a special forces member with terrible combat effectiveness.

The wolf baby blinked his big black eyes with long eyelashes, learned from Chen Feng to stretch out his hand to him, and also compared with his thumb. Although the action was strange, it was very cute.

Chen Feng was amused by his behavior. He was about to call her down when a crisp gunshot came from the street not far away.

The sound of gunfire was very sudden, which suddenly broke the calm atmosphere. Although it was not obvious in the rising and sound of gunfire in the village, it was no less than the shocking thunder for Chen Feng.

With the sound of the gun, the wolf baby's thin body suddenly froze, and the smile on her face slowly turned into horror and inexplicable, looking down at herself.

On her lower abdomen, a blood hole had already appeared there, and the blood was flowing outward, and the adobe wall was dyed red in an instant.

With his arms stretched out, the wolf baby seemed to want to stand up, but fell under the wall, like a bird with injured wings.

"Wolf baby!"

Chen Feng roared, and he stepped to the wall with an arrow. He picked up the wolf baby from the ground. While checking his wound, he shouted, "Wolf baby, wolf baby."

The wolf baby opened her eyes and saw that it was Chen Feng who kept her. She muttered something, closed her eyes again, and fainted.

Chen Feng's eyes were on fire. He turned back and swept to the street and saw a ragged teenager standing there. At this time, he was holding a 38-and-cab rifle in his hand and was pulling the bolt with difficulty. It seemed that he was going to change the bullet.

The mouth of the three or eight cannons curled out with blue smoke, indicating that it was the teenager who just shot.

Chen Feng held the thin body of the wolf baby in his arms with one hand, and the other picked up the three-edged thorn and rushed to the teenager. His congested eyes were murderous.

The teenager held the 38-and-big cover that was very heavy for him in his arms. He pulled the bolt hard and wanted to replace it with a new bullet, but he was a little too young and weak. It was almost impossible to do this action that should have been very simple.

The big Japanese devil opposite him has rushed towards him, with a bayonet in his hand. It seems that he can't live this time, but this is also good. Anyway, my mother and sister are dead, and I will accompany them at worst.

The teenager simply gave up changing bullets, but threw a rifle and hit Chen Feng, although he knew that this action had no effect.

Sure enough, the rifle was taken over by the big Japanese soldier. The next moment, the bloody bayonet stabbed head-on. The teenager opened his eyes wide, leaned against the earthen wall behind him, and scolded stubbornly, "Heaven kills little devils, and I won't let you go of ghosts."

With a sneer, the army thorn brushed the teenager's neck, and even brought a shallow blood mark between his neck. Chen Feng stared at the teenager closely and said slowly in a hoarse voice, "We are not Japanese soldiers, but Chinese."

The teenager grew up in surprise. He could still hear the other party's proficient Chinese. Besides, the other party didn't have to talk so much with him. Just kill him with a knife.

"You are Chinese, then he--" The teenager pointed to the wolf baby held by Chen Feng in a trembling voice. He also mistakenly thought that the thin girl was a boy. "Is she also Chinese?"

Chen Feng's eyes gave him a positive answer. The teenager sat on the ground with soft legs. He didn't expect that he shot the wrong person this time. He didn't kill the Japanese devils who harmed the village, but hit others.

His eyes fell on Chen Feng's Japanese military uniforms and couldn't help wondering, "Then why are you wearing them? You're wearing devil's clothes."

"I don't understand one or two sentences. Anyway, it's to kill the devils." Chen Feng understood that it must have been caused by these two clothes, but he didn't have time to explain it in detail to the teenager now. He hurriedly put the wolf baby on the floor of the wall and lifted her coat.

The wolf baby's lower abdomen was a bullet hole left by three or eight shots. Blood was flowing out of the wound, dyeing her skinny body red. Chen Feng looked at it and breathed a sigh of relief. The bullet should not have hurt the key point. It's not a big problem.

He subconsciously touched his back, and then he woke up and changed his clothes. The tactical backpack was not brought, and the bandages, hemostatic drugs and anti-inflammatory drugs were all in the motorcade.

At this moment, the teenager suddenly said, "Wait a minute, I have knife wound medicine in my house, which is very useful." Before he finished speaking, he had run out and ran to the courtyard beside him.

Chen Feng looked at the young man's thin figure disappearing into the door of the courtyard, and then looked down at the wolf baby in his arms. Most of his anger has subsided now. After all, the teenager was also injured by mistake. Who told him that both of them were wearing devil's military uniforms?

At this time, the teenager had run out of the courtyard. He held a few gourds in his arms, came to the front and put his head on the ground. Then Chen Feng introduced, "This is hemostatic, this is anti-inflammatory, this is calming, this is relieving pain..."

"My name is Huzi." After the introduction, facing Chen Feng's surprised eyes, the teenager grinned with a simple smile, "This is the secret recipe of our ancestors."

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