The War of Resistance

"Wow", buckets of cold water poured down, and a Japanese soldier who was tied to a pillar finally woke up from the pain.

The light in the room became darker again, as the sun had already set, but then his eyes were attracted by another of his companions.

The companion had also been untied, but he was being held up by two Chinese soldiers from behind.

The companion's head was lowered without any reaction, and he was no longer aware of his identity. Opposite his companion was a shirtless Chinese veteran.

The Japanese soldier naturally didn't understand why his companion was let go, and he had no intention of thinking about it. The pain on his body was like countless ants biting him, but he could endure it because he was a ninja.

But at this moment, he saw the Chinese veteran suddenly turned to look at him, and then said "hehe" with malicious intent.

This Japanese soldier felt that his honor as the Imperial Army of Japan had been humiliated, but he really couldn't do anything but stare. The rope was still tied so tightly, and the rag in his mouth was still tightly stuffed. It's all numb.

The thin-faced Chinese veteran stared at him for a moment and then opened his mouth and said something. Naturally, he couldn't understand. But then a Chinese soldier brought a wooden basin up and placed it under his companion. .

At this time, he felt something bad, and what happened next was exactly what he had expected. He saw the Chinese veteran stabbing his now-unknown companion in the chest with a knife. !

The knife penetrates very deep, and one stab into the heart is inevitable.

As a bystander, the Japanese soldier instinctively wanted to struggle, but the rope that had tied him tightly was like the strongest shackles in the world, and how could he move at all.

So he could only watch from the side as the Chinese veteran began to slowly pull out the sharp knife that pierced his companion's chest.

The veteran pulled the knife out very quickly, even holding the knife in his hand and waiting for a while while the blood flowed out.

Without the obstruction of the knife, the blood would not spurt out and flowed into the basin below like water.

Those who are killed are always desperate, and so are those who know that they must die. But as invaders, they have caused so many Chinese people to despair. I don’t know if this is considered retribution.

In the despair of the Japanese soldier, he saw his comrade shed the last drop of blood, and the basin was carried out of the room by another Chinese soldier. Then the two Chinese soldiers holding his comrade let go. His companion fell to the ground like a dead dog.

Now that he had been captured by the Chinese army, the Japanese soldier was mentally prepared, so he continued to endure it.

During his patience, he saw another Chinese soldier coming out of the back room, also naked to the waist. Looking from the side, the soldier's back was covered with scars.

The soldier sat on the broken bench opposite him and looked at him.

This Japanese soldier has been in China for several years, and he has touched the eyes of many Chinese people.

The vast majority of Chinese people looked at him timidly and did not dare to touch him.

The eyes of a few Chinese people are unwilling, angry, and want revenge.

But no matter what kind of gaze it was, no matter whether the person who gave the gaze was male, female, young or old, as long as the order allowed, those gazes disappeared under his gaze, and in the end, all that was left were pairs of dilated pupils that had lost their luster. .

Because of this, the way the Chinese soldier opposite looked at him made him very unhappy, because that look was contemptuous, but since he was captured, there was nothing he could do about it.

The enemy and we looked at each other like this. Due to the language barrier, the Japanese soldier was speechless, but the Chinese soldier obviously had no intention of cursing him except for the contempt in his eyes.

The room just became silent.

The Japanese soldier simply closed his eyes and continued to endure as a ninja.

But this time he didn't endure it for a few minutes. The sound of footsteps made him open his eyes again. At this time, he saw a Chinese soldier bringing back the wooden basin containing his companion's blood. .

It's just that the wooden basin has indeed become damper than before, and heat is radiating from the basin.

Are you going to bleed yourself? But why the bloodletting was filled with hot water, the Japanese soldier became confused.

But when he saw the wooden basin placed between him and the wounded Chinese soldier, he suddenly realized that the wooden basin was not filled with hot water but steamed black blood soup. !

Everything had exceeded the Japanese soldier's expectations. His head buzzed, but then he saw a wooden spoon reaching into the blood and scooping it up.

The movement was very slow, as if he was afraid that he would not be able to see clearly, as if he was afraid of disturbing the silence in the room!

But before the wooden spoon ladling the blood soup could be pulled out from the basin, suddenly, the two large wooden pillars in the middle of the house that were as thick as big bowls supporting the roof began to shake, as if they had just started to move. The shaking of a Japanese soldier when he was tied up here and tortured.

The wooden pillars moved as soon as the roof of the house was moved, and tiny pieces of soil fell from the roof of the mud house. But at this moment, a complaining cry sounded in the house: "Uncle Wang!"

The Japanese soldier's mouth was gagged. Naturally, it was not him who shouted, but the Chinese wounded soldier opposite him, who was Shang Zhen.

Poor Shang Zhen had been hungry for a long time, so he was naturally hungry when he woke up.

Mr. Wang said that he had got some delicious food for him, and he was about to eat it. However, if the Japanese soldier in front of him moved so hard, the ashes on the shed would fall into the basin of blood. , how can Shang Zhen not be in a hurry? Shang Zhen was so frightened that he hurriedly lowered his waist to protect the basin with his naked upper body.

"I have clothes here!" Ma Erhuzi rushed over. In desperation, he pulled hard on his jacket with both hands, and the buttons on his jacket fell apart.

Shang Zhen stood up, and Ma Erhuzi's shabby coat was buttoned on the blood soup, so the dirt that fell from the room finally fell on the clothes.

"How's it going? Have you buried Tai?" concerned questions sounded. It was the same sentence, but it was said by several people at the same time.

As the Japanese soldier watched his companions being bled, the blood was steamed on a plate and then placed back in front of the Japanese soldier, Shang Zhen and several other veterans in the room were all watching.

However, they did not expect that this short Japanese soldier would be able to explode with such great power after being so well dealt with by Mr. Wang and stimulated by Mr. Wang's damaging moves.

Therefore, they also wanted to cover the dust that fell into the wooden basin for Shang Zhen, but they were slow after all.

"Uncle Wang, what are you doing to hurt me?" Shang Zhen complained.

The wooden spoon with which the blood soup was filled just now was returned to his hand, and it was already half full.

At this time, Shang Zhen looked at the steamed black blood in the wooden spoon. Although he, a veteran who was used to seeing bloody scenes, was not disgusted and refused to eat, he felt uncomfortable in his heart. .

"This is dead, it's so boring!" Wang Lao Mao's voice came, but he was looking at the Japanese soldier by the pillar.

The head of the Japanese soldier who had just shaken the wooden pillar with his own strength had been pulled up by Mr. Wang, but although the guy's eyes were wide-eyed, his pupils had dilated.

Wang Laomao let go of his hand in disdain, and the head hung down.

The Japanese soldier died. Who knows that he was frightened to death by Mr. Wang’s inhuman beard trick? Or did he die because of the violent rage that only belonged to their Yamato race?

Mr. Wang didn't care about this, as long as this guy died according to his own plan, he would feel much relieved.

"Come on, I'd better eat outside." When Shang Zhen saw that Mr. Wang ignored him, he could only stumble out with the wooden basin filled with blood soup.

Logically speaking, a warrior like Shang Zhen should not be described as faltering, but this is what he is doing now.

He had not slept for two days and two nights, had limited food and was injured. The result of all this trouble was that he fell into a coma after seeing the reinforcements. Of course, he could also be said to have fallen asleep.

He was exhausted both physically and mentally, so naturally he fell asleep. As soon as he fell asleep, there was already a flood outside.

And he was hit by a hidden weapon of the Japanese army. It was only his own inference that the hidden weapon was poisonous. As for the poison of the hidden weapon, or whether Mr. Wang was unintentionally blind to the antidote, this is unknown.

This is the fate of people. Although some people die when they deserve to die, there are also people who survive when they deserve to die and die when they shouldn't.

As for the play that Mr. Wang performed for the Japanese soldier who just died, there is certainly some truth and some lies.

It was true that he bled Japanese Army B in front of Japanese Army A, but the blood soup that was evaporated was from a pig.

How could Mr. Wang let Shang Zhen eat human blood smoothly? Not only could he not let Shang Zhen eat human blood, he also changed the wooden basin in which pig blood was steamed.

But Mr. Wang directed such a horrifying farce. Shang Zhen was currently very weak and there was nothing he could do about it. He was so weak now that he didn't even have sex. Why did the Japanese soldier just want to eat steamed pig blood when he saw him? will die.

He was so weak that he was too lazy to think about why the Japanese soldier died.

He neither saw the process of Wang Lao Mao bleeding Japanese Soldier B in front of Japanese Army A, nor did Wang Lao Mao tell him that the Japanese soldier did not know that he was eating pig blood.