The murderous little genie raised the butcher knife again, and twelve sharp bayonets mertuched unrelentingly into the soldiers' bodies, and then "sniff!"The chests of the twelve soldiers were cut open, and the blood of the large strands of blood flowed from the wound.Twelve brave militiamen were killed on the spot, all with wide eyes and eyes full of anger at the murderous little japanese.

“The beast!You have to die!”The villagers in Liuzhuang Village saw that their relatives were once again viciously attacked, and they shouted and scolded, but these little Japanese who were lost in heaven will not stop their animal husbandry.

Yamada Tshiro licked his tongue and licked his lips, his face full of excitement, a cruel smile on his lips, and said lightly, "The game has just begun."The little boy next to him made a look.

Immediately a few little japanese stepped forward, broke the heads of the militia soldiers, then scrambled the brains out with a small spoon, and then the little japanese put these brains into the cauldron and cooked it with the corn porridge.

Yamada took a big step past, only to see the porridge in the pot constantly tumbling, a large amount of heat, Yamada Jiro will put his head together, sniffed hard, closed his eyes, as if very enjoying, smile and said: "Osie ~!It smells great!”

Yamada Jiro suddenly turned around and said loudly, “The porridge is ready, give them a drink!”

“Hay ~!”A few small Japanese next to him responded respectfully, and then used a spoon to put the porridge into the bowl, which was very large and served dozens of bowls.

Then dozens of traitors rushed over, one with a bowl of porridge, came to another group of villagers, these villagers were caught from the nearby village, the little Japanese caught them, is to see how they deal with these villagers against the little devil, not only let these villagers watch these gangs of animals kill and set fire, now even forced these people to drink porridge, if it is ordinary porridge also, but these porridge joined the twelve militiamen!How can these people drink?

"The Emperor's army is kind enough to give you porridge to drink, and I will not quickly thank the royal army."A false army officer shouted.

No one reached out to pick up the porridge, some people bowed their heads, some people stared at the little Japanese, and some of the two traitors who helped the abuse.

The pseudo-army officer saw that no one received the porridge, and suddenly said, “What are you standing for?”Don't drink the porridge!Give them the porridge, who will dare to break it.It’s not about getting caught, shooting it!”

At this time, a villager in the crowd grabbed the porridge bowl in front of him and fell on the ground in anger.

“Your son is dying!”The two jads were furious and went up and grabbed the collar of the villager.

The villager was not afraid at all, and stared at the two Japanese people in front of him and shouted: "You dog traitor, you are also Chinese, and you help these animals to kill their compatriots, are you up to your ancestors?"

“The babe!”A crisp gunshot sounded, and the villager immediately splashed a clump of blood on his chest, fell on his back to the ground, and died.

The pseudo-army officer blew the smoke of the gun, and said with a sneer: "Hmm!I don't know!"

Just after the voice fell, another villager, took the porridge bowl over, fell to the ground, and shouted: "You bastards, so lost, will be retribution in the future."

“The bastard!”The pseudo-army officer was furious, raised the gun in his hand, pulled the trigger, fired two shots, and killed the villager.

"The emperor's good porridge for you, who dare not drink, will shoot all!"The pseudo-army officer shouted.

“Drink your shit!“Bastares, you and you!”At this time, a villager suddenly roared, stretched out his hands and choked the neck of the pseudo army in front of him, and threw it to the ground, and the dog traitor was strangled with his mouth open, his eyes turned white, and his tongue was spit out.

At this time, a two-jab next to him quickly raised a bayonet, a knife into the back of the villager, a sharp bayonet through the chest, the chest through the front, the heart was pierced, the villager died on the spot, but even if he died, his hands were still strearing the traitor's neck.

“The villagers!Fight with these dogs!”At this time, a roar broke out in the crowd, and the brave villagers shouted at the little devils and dog traitors around them.

The traitors and thugs were caught off guard, and dozens of angry villagers fell to the ground, followed by a fist and kick, and a loud scream.A ten-year-old girl was not willing to show weakness, went up to grab a little Japanese man's arm, opened his mouth and bite it hard, and the little Japanese who hurtled.

Looking at the scene of the chaos, the hundreds of villagers present all rushed in anger, apparently a desperate posture, Yamada Jiro finally was afraid, shouting: "The opposite!The opposite! 🙂Shooting!Hurry up and shoot!Let’s all die this mob!”

“Oh, hey!”The dull machine gunshots rang out, a string of bullets fired into the crowd, a fog of blood, and the heroic villagers were swept in pieces by bullets, and they fell on the ground.

Although the villagers are very brave, after all, they are unarmed, and most of the remaining villagers are old and weak women and children, how can they be the opponents of these murderous Japanese and counterfeit troops?

In just a few minutes, nearly 400 villagers in Liuzhuang Village and dozens of other villagers in other villages were slaughtered by small Japanese, including dozens of militiamen who had died in the previous battle, killing as many as 500 people, covering the streets of the village, and the blood gathered into a stream, slowly flowing in the streets, the scene was terrible.

“ShhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhSuddenly, the sky suddenly flashed a flash of lightning, the sky gradually darkened down, the silk drizzle fluttered down, and the sky could not bear to see this terrible scene, and burst into tears.

Yamada Jiro's eyes widened, looked at the corpses all over the place, and his eyes were full of madness, and he did not repent at all for the crimes he had committed.

“Wow wow!”At this time, there was a cry of a baby in the pile of corpses, and before a mother died, she firmly guarded her child's child, who had just turned so that she was not hit.

When Yamada heard the cry, he gritted his teeth and shouted, “Shoot!Kill me! 🙂One does not stay!Give me a careful check, absolutely can't let go of a person, I want them all to go to hell!"

“Hay ~!”The little Japanese answered respectfully, and then they carried swords with cold lights and walked to the streets covered with corpses.