Bright Sword: Stop pretending, I am the most powerful warlord

"Are they all fucking deaf? Pick up the gun for me!"

The surrounding soldiers also roared angrily, and threw the [-] caps like garbage towards the group of puppet soldiers.

These puppet troops were in a dilemma for a moment, and they didn't know what to do for a while.

They all knew in their hearts at this time that Wu Qianli had no intention of letting them go from the beginning, and Wu Qianli really thought so.

You know, when the devils invested the most troops in China, there were nearly 200 million, of which the number of puppet soldiers accounted for more than 100 million.

In other words, without the assistance of these puppet troops, it would be very difficult for the devils to control half of China's land in such a short period of time.

For these people who have forgotten their ancestors for the sake of temporary benefits, the whole Huaxia will cast aside.

Traitor, here in Wuqianli, there is only one dead end.

Faced with the current dilemma, some puppet troops wavered.

"Xiao Chen, these eight groups are clearly trying to force us to die. Instead of sitting and waiting for death, we should fight them directly."

"Okay, the big deal is that the fish will die and the net will be broken!"

The two puppet soldiers muttered softly, then gave each other a look, and reached out to touch the [-]th cover in front of them.

Seeing these two puppet soldiers holding guns, the other puppet soldiers couldn't help admiring them.

They even thought that if these two people could kill one or two Balu, they would immediately follow and resist with guns.

"Bang! Bang!"

First, they thought too much. The moment the two puppet soldiers picked up their guns, Wu Qianli pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The bullet passed through the eyebrows of the two with the sound of breaking wind.

The two of them were shocked, and there was still a residual panic in their eyes.

In the next second, a smear of bright red blood slowly flowed down their cheeks between the brows.

The moment these two men fell, the hope in the hearts of the rest of the puppet army was shattered.

"Captain Wu, we were wrong, please let us live!"

A puppet soldier knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing.

Wu Qianli gave him a cold look, then pointed his gun at the back of his head.

The moment he raised his head, he pulled the trigger directly.

"If you don't dare to resist, you will die in the end!"

Everyone was shocked, this time they really had to die whether they took the gun or not.

The only difference might be that you die faster with a gun.

After waiting for another 10 minutes, none of these puppet soldiers dared to take up weapons. Wu Qianli was obviously a little impatient.

Reaching out for the MP40 in Wang Hai's hand, Wu Qianli slammed the trigger.

In an instant, these puppet soldiers kneeling on the ground fell down in rows, like cutting leeks.

Seeing this, the rest knew that Wu Qianli didn't intend to keep them any longer, so they also shot one after another.

In an instant, most of the puppet troops kneeling on the ground disappeared.

Just when Wu Qianli was about to kill them all, a soldier walked over.

"Head, there are still people in the village, I found it in the cellar."

"The cellar? How could it be in the cellar?" Wu Qianli asked puzzled.

The soldier said: "It should be forced by this group of puppet soldiers, and the common people hid there because they had to survive."

"Our soldiers have brought them out, but there are a few weak ones who lost their breath in the cellar."

"Bastards!" Wu Qianli glared at the puppet soldiers viciously, and spat fiercely.

"Stop shooting and take all the weapons in front of them!"

"Wang Hai, go and invite all the people in Baizhuang."

"Yes!" Wang Hai replied, turned and left.

Killing intent flashed in Wu Qianli's eyes, these puppet soldiers must die today.

But you can't let them die so cheaply.

Soon, Wang Hai came over with the surviving people.

Wu Qianli looked around, most of these people were older, and there were no young people among them.

Wu Qianli quickly walked up to a commoner, and saluted him with a smile.

"My fellow, we are the Eighth Route Army, and I am Wu Qianli, the head of the New Independence Regiment."

"Head Wu? Are you Head Wu?"

When the old man heard Wu Qianli's self-report, he bent over excitedly and was about to kneel down.

Wu Qianli was startled, and quickly stepped forward to support him: "My fellow, what are you doing, get up quickly, you don't want to kneel!"

The old man held Wu Qianli's hand in a crying voice: "Captain Wu, you are finally here."

"We look forward to the stars and the moon, and finally hope that the comrades of the Eighth Route Army will rescue us from the dire straits."

Wu Qianli said apologetically, "I'm sorry fellow, we are late."

"Why are you alone here, where are the young people in the village?"

"Let's go!" The old man said with tears in his eyes: "After these beasts came, many people in the village couldn't stay any longer and had to run for their lives."

"We elderly people can't run away, we can only stay."

"These bastards knew that you were coming, and they were afraid that we would sue, so they sent people to drive us into the cellar. If we didn't want to, they beat us."

"Several people have been beaten to death by them."

Hearing this, Wu Qianli became even more angry, and glared at the remaining puppet soldiers fiercely.

"Fellow townspeople, today I'll make the decision for you. How these puppet soldiers treated you before, you just go back today."

"This"

The old man hesitated a little, they were afraid of being bullied, and they were old again, so how could they dare to do anything.

All the people looked at each other, and no one dared to make a move first.

Wu Qianli felt helpless. Huaxia people have many good qualities, but there is one bad thing, that is, they dare not resist.

There is no way to do this, after all, there are too many dynasties in China, but no matter which dynasties, the status of the people is the lowest.

They are used to being bullied, and they have some servility in their bones.

Although Wu Qianli didn't want to admit it, it was also true.

"Fellow townsmen, let me tell you the truth, these puppet soldiers will definitely not be able to survive today. I left these just to let you vent your anger."

"We avenge those who are wronged today, and those who have revenge. If they dare to resist, I will be the first to destroy them."

Hearing Wu Qianli's reassurance, an aunt who seemed to be about 60 years old couldn't bear it anymore, picked up the dung fork from the corner and waved it at a puppet soldier.

"You give back my grandson, you give back my grandson!"

The aunt was crying and roaring angrily, which shows that he already hated this puppet soldier to the bone.

Even though the puppet army had already been riddled with dung forks, the movements in the hands of the aunt still did not stop.

With Auntie taking the lead, the rest of the people were no longer afraid, and they picked up farm tools and waved towards the puppet army.

And these puppet troops did not dare to resist, because those who wanted to resist were shot by Wu Qianli and the others directly.

At this moment, all the people burst into tears. There was no fear of killing in their hearts, only the release of resentment and hatred for the puppet army.