Rise From Eight Hundred

Xiaozhuang Village is the most ordinary small village in northern Jiangsu.

Most of the people have the surname Zhuang, and the 20 or so families in the village are basically relatives who are connected by bones.

There are only more than 20 houses, gathered around a small pond. There is a two-hundred-year-old locust tree at the entrance of the village. Because the land there is flatter, it is also the most commonly used rice field by the villagers.

Surrounded by farmland, the ancestors of Xiaozhuang Village have relied on these relatively fertile farmlands to reproduce and live an ordinary life here.

Until suddenly one day, the war came like this, and there were constant refugees passing by here. The news of the defeat of the front line hundreds of kilometers or even tens of kilometers away came, and the quiet village was stirred up.

The villagers were worried, but they finally placed their hopes on their army. After all, this is the periphery of a country's capital. Except for a few families who chose to leave and flee to the south, most of the villagers still chose to stay in the village, hoping that the war would end or the army would stop the Japanese, and their lives would be as usual.

But obviously, their wish was shattered.

A team of Japanese soldiers wearing shit-yellow uniforms and holding machine guns and rifles broke into the small village that had just woken up this morning, and fiercely drove everyone out of their homes, whether they were elderly people over 70 or children in swaddling clothes, all gathered at the rice field at the entrance of the village, which was usually used to dry rice, under the threat of bayonets.

No one dared to disobey their orders. The dog of Lao Liu's family at the east end of the village just instinctively barked at the intruder twice, and was shot to death by several shots. That was not all. Lao Liu's wife screamed subconsciously, and was shot in the thigh by a Japanese soldier. If Lao Liu had not been smart enough to rush out and kowtowed and begged for mercy, the Japanese soldier might have stabbed her with a knife right after.

But even so, Lao Liu's wife, whose thigh was bleeding profusely, had to go out even if she could only be carried by Lao Liu. She was even sweating profusely from the pain, and she didn't even dare to groan.

On both sides of the rice field, Japanese soldiers were armed with live ammunition, their bayonets were flashing, and they were full of murderous intent. Two machine guns were placed right in front of the villagers, and a wolfhound was spitting out a scarlet tongue, staring at the field with a sinister look.

Facing their unknown fate, nearly a hundred villagers dared not make a sound, and the children who were held tightly in their arms were also covered by their mouths by adults, for fear that they would cry out of fear.

"Tell me, where did you hide your defeated soldiers? If you don't tell me, you're dead!" Okamoto Chaobo looked at the faces of nearly a hundred trembling Chinese villagers for a while, and was very satisfied with the fear shown by the Chinese at this time, and finally spoke.

Because the defeated Chinese soldiers were eager to escape, they always used to place the seriously injured in the Chinese villages, and then put a few silver dollars as rewards. This kind of situation has been found several times through the search of Chinese villages in the past two days.

The Chinese are a very strange nation. Obviously, these wounded soldiers have nothing to do with them, but they are not only willing to take them in, but also willing to do their best to protect them. Several villages that found wounded soldiers only handed over the Chinese wounded soldiers in tears when the team leader killed several people to establish his authority.

However, their strange stubbornness did not make the imperial infantry feel pity or forgiveness, and even had a hint of unspeakable disgust.

Are they using this method to resist the expansion of the empire? Since they dare to resist, they must pay the price.

The Chinese villages that handed over the wounded did not escape the disaster. Several households around the hiding place of the wounded soldiers were found, and they were mercilessly shot regardless of gender, age or young.

Even the men among the villagers who couldn't help crying were shot as potential rebels.

As for women, they can only be the objects of the imperial infantry to vent their power.

Until the remaining Chinese knelt down in the cold wind to express their submission, the imperial infantry was satisfied and stopped wasting bullets.

Not slaughtering the whole village was the greatest kindness of the imperial infantry to them.

Those squad leaders were too soft-hearted. In fact, Okamoto Chaobo hoped that the villagers here could be as stubborn as those villagers. If he could find the Chinese wounded, he would hang all 100 people here on the big trees in the village.

The environment of this village is actually very good. Although it is winter, there are many evergreen trees in the village. Hanging 100 human bodies under the shade of green trees must be a scene.

Especially those small ones, maybe they will sway with the wind when the wind blows.

Cruelty to the extreme is a kind of beauty!

Of course, what attracted Sergeant Okamoto Chaobo the most was perhaps the wealth of this small village.

The southeast area is originally a rich place in China. It is said that the two infantry squads that searched for the wounded not only had silver dollars but also a small amount of gold because of the active contribution of the honest Chinese. In addition to handing over a portion to the captain, everyone can share the rest, and they can also become a small rich man after returning home.

Coming to China to make money is the most simple reason for the imperial infantry to come to this huge country from afar!

The Chinese don't need to take it out on their own initiative, killing them all and robbing them is the right way.

With gold and silver, when he returns to his country, the village chief he once tried so hard to please will have to bow and scrape to him.

The villagers were silent, everyone lowered their heads, and no one dared to look at Okamoto Asahiro with a ferocious face.

This is very stubborn! But I really like it! Looking at this expected scene, Okamoto Asahiro's mouth slightly curved, and his hand gently stroked the command knife that he had hung on his waist after leaving the captain.

That command knife belonged to Lieutenant Ono who had died in the battle. Captain Kawakami gave Lieutenant Ono's command knife to him for safekeeping as a reward and encouragement.

Lieutenant Ono's command knife was actually of very good quality. The knife was made of fine steel and handcrafted by a knife maker. The silver handle was also engraved with cloud patterns symbolizing bravery, and its value was at least 500 yen.

It was a pity that Lieutenant Ono had a bad fate. He died in battle before he had the opportunity to use this sharp blade symbolizing bravery to show his bravery, but this opportunity was left to him.

I wonder if he can split a person in half with such a knife? Okamoto Asahiro really wanted to try it, but it was said that it would hurt the blade and require enough strength, so he should try a simpler one first!

"No one dares to answer my question?" Okamoto Asahiro's eyes stayed on an eight or nine-year-old child in the team, and cruelty appeared in his eyes. "That's good, that child, you come!"

"No! No! Please." The mother of the child standing in front instinctively put the child behind her back, her eyes full of pleading, and her mouth pleading again and again.

"Those who don't obey orders will die." Okamoto Asahiro pulled out his command knife and pointed it at the crowd viciously.

"Ka Ka!" The surrounding Japanese soldiers also pulled the bolt in great cooperation!

The crowd was restless.

"Sir, don't, I'll say it, I'll say it." A voice came from the restless crowd.

Waving his hand slightly, Okamoto Asahiro said coldly: "Who is talking, stand up!"

"It's me!" An old man with white hair and beard who was over 70 years old walked out of the crowd.

"Why, all of you Chinese are dead, and you are sent out?" Okamoto Asahiro's eyes showed a trace of contempt, and he pointed at the old man with the knife. "What qualifications do you have?"

"Sir, I have been the village chief of Xiaozhuang Village because of my age." The old man answered respectfully.

The old man is not only the village chief, but also one of the most senior people in Xiaozhuang Village. It is precisely because of his high moral character that he has been the village chief until now.

Seeing that the 70-year-old man had to take the initiative to face the devil and had to bow his head and force a smile, most of the villagers showed humiliation in their eyes.

"Well, I'll give you a chance. Tell me, where did you hide your Chinese wounded soldiers?" Okamoto Chaobo's eyes flashed slightly, and he lowered the tip of the knife.

"Sir, we are close to the mountains and the area is remote. Since the two armies went to war, we have never seen a large army! How can we have seen wounded soldiers?" The old man cried out.

"You haven't seen wounded soldiers?"

"Yes! The adults have worked hard to go to war. I will provide three pigs and sheep on behalf of the village to entertain the soldiers." The old man did his best to be humble.

With his nearly seventy years of life wisdom, he clearly felt the strong murderous aura of these Japanese soldiers. For the lives of the whole village, it would be fine even if he had to kneel down.

But he underestimated the brutality of the Japanese after all. Since entering China, they are no longer human beings, but a group of beasts.

"You lowly Chinese people, you really won't cry until you see the coffin!" Okamoto Chaobo lowered his eyes and sighed slightly.

The old man froze.

The next second!

The Japanese Army Sergeant, who was still sighing, waved his hand, and the wolf-blue dog that had been squatting beside him showed a fierce light in his eyes, and the dog trainer released the leather rope in his hand.

The wolf-blue dog weighing sixty or seventy kilograms jumped out like an arrow and pounced on the old man at the moment when all the Chinese villagers had not reacted.

The bloody mouth opened, revealing snow-white fangs, and bit the old man's shoulder fiercely.

The old man lying on the ground couldn't help but scream loudly, and blood gushed out with the naked eye.

"Second uncle!"

"Uncle!"

The villagers cried out in surprise, and the crowd moved forward involuntarily.

"Dad!" A man in his forties rushed out of the crowd with a cry.

His fists were clenched tightly, and although his face was panicked, his eyes were determined enough. His target was the brutal wolf-blue dog that was biting his old father on the ground.

Unfortunately, this simple villager obviously forgot that the wolf-blue dog was indeed brutal, but the Japanese behind it were even more brutal.

"Bang!" A gunshot.

The middle-aged man was knocked to the ground by a gunshot, and the villagers who were a little agitated subconsciously took two steps back.

"You are less courageous than I thought! Is there only one person who has the courage?" Okamoto Asahiro, who pulled out the Nambu Type 14 pistol from his gun bag, blew away the green smoke coming out of the muzzle, cast a gloomy look at the panicked crowd, and cruelly mocked.

"Do you know that I really want to see you stubbornly walk towards death!"

Looking at his cruel masterpiece with almost admiration, and even expecting more cruelty, the eyes of the Japanese Army Sergeant flashed with a happy luster.

Okamoto Chaobo's almost perverted mentality actually came from the result of nightmares every night after being attacked by the independent battalion. Only by bullying the weaker people can he get rid of the shame that cannot be told to others.

The power of the Nambu 14 pistol is not great. Although it is shot at close range, it is not enough to kill a man who is still in his prime.

The middle-aged man with a gunshot in the chest struggled to crawl towards the direction where his father fell, leaving a long blood mark under his body.

The old man who was struggling under the claws and fangs of the wolfhound saw this scene, and tears came out of his cloudy eyes.

That was his eldest son. He never thought that the father and son would die on the same day today. The pain of watching his son suffer was even greater than the tearing of the wolfhound's fangs.

But, a more cruel scene happened.

The Japanese dog trainer blew a whistle, and the wolfhound that was biting the old man received the signal, gave up the target in front of it, and ran directly to the middle-aged man who was still trying to crawl, opened his big mouth, and bit the middle-aged man's neck fiercely.

It was like a vicious wolf, starting to harvest its prey.

"Crack!" A clear and audible sound reached the ears of the villagers.

It was the sound of the cervical vertebrae being bitten off.

The middle-aged man's once strong arms waved in the air in vain for a few times, and then fell down, and his head fell down with his arms.

The wolf-blue dog shook its head vigorously to confirm whether its prey was dead. It did not let go of the prey until the trainer whistled, and then ran back to the trainer with a proud look and shook its head and tail.

"My son!" The old man screamed miserably, cast his eyes at Okamoto Asahiro, and shouted loudly: "Devils, you Japanese devils, you will definitely be punished, you will definitely."

Then, blood kept spurting out of his mouth, and his lips kept moving, but he could no longer make a sound until he was silent.

But his eyes were wide open all the time.

The old man was so angry that he died on the spot after being severely injured by the wolf-blue dog, and he was so sad that his son died because of him that he died with his eyes open!

The villagers cried bitterly.

"My son! I will fight you." A white-haired old woman rushed out tremblingly with a cane in her hand.

Looking at the old woman rushing towards the wolf-blue dog, Okamoto Asahiro's eyes were slightly dull, and he was even too lazy to shoot, but waved his hand slightly.

"Pah, pah, pah!" The two Japanese soldiers standing beside him fired their guns and knocked the old woman to the ground.

No wailing!

The old woman lay on her son's body, hugging him tightly with her arms, just like she had held him in her arms more than 40 years ago.

'Son! Dad and mom are here to accompany you!' The old woman, whose body trembled slightly and finally became silent, did not say a word until she died, but all the villagers present knew that this was what she said.

The villagers' eyes were red!

Some men had already started to move forward despite their wives' obstruction, and more men began to make the same choice.

They were simple farmers, but they could not be said to be stupid. The old village chief and his family of three died on the spot. The Japanese had already shown their hideous cruelty. I am afraid that this matter today will not end well. If they must die, then these men must die in front.

The women and children were blocked behind them.

Okamoto Asahiro looked coldly at the restlessness of the Chinese villagers in the rice field, without moving a step, his hand slightly raised, and the surrounding Japanese soldiers had already put their hands on the trigger, waiting for the new acting squad leader to wave his hand, and they would shoot without hesitation.

Colleagues who gained wealth through looting stimulated them, making them extremely eager to have such a feast, and as for those living people, they were no longer within their consideration as they were eager to gain confidence and wealth.

They have completely become demons.

Just like in the past time and space.

A massacre without suspense seems to be inevitable.

But whether it is the Chinese villagers in the rice field who have made their lives and tried their best to protect their wives and children, or the 23 Japanese infantrymen who have planned to kill all the Chinese, all their attention is on this small rice field, but they did not notice that dozens of shadows are moving towards the village with the cover of trees and dead grass...

Ps: There are a lot of things in the academy today, and I only wrote less than 5,000 words, so I simply merged two chapters into one chapter. Double monthly votes have started, I hope everyone will vote enthusiastically! Please!