The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

Under the surprise attack of the devils and the puppet army, the exhausted ninth guerrilla column resisted for less than half an hour before it was completely over.

Teams of ghost soldiers with slashed faces and guns stood guard around the battlefield. Their bayonets were still stained with meat and dripping with blood. It was obvious that they had experienced a fierce battle.

The guerrilla officers and soldiers resisted tenaciously. Under the leadership of the officers, they rushed from left to right and tried to break a bloody road, but except for Liu Jinhu who escaped by chance, most of the others were blocked back.

The little devil came prepared, surrounded by light and heavy machine gun fire, it would be difficult to break out.

The gunpowder smoke on the battlefield has not dissipated, and many people were charred by the burning hay, and the smell of blood and barbecue filled the air, making people sick.

Surrounded by more than a dozen uniformed officers, Captain Akamatsu Yamaguchi inspected the battlefield in person. Seeing the dead and wounded Chinese officers and soldiers everywhere, Akamatsu Yamaguchi's face was full of pride.

"This is the fate of fighting against our Great Japanese Imperial Army!"

Yamaguchi Akamatsu is very happy now, and he wiped out the guerrilla columns in Huaiyin in one fell swoop, and finally got rid of his confidant's troubles.

"Captain, what about those prisoners?"

The devil officers were all beaming, and someone saw the disarmed prisoners sitting on the ground.

"Let's go, take a look." Captain Yamaguchi Akamatsu walked towards the disarmed guerrilla officers and soldiers.

Seeing that there was no hope of breaking out, many officers and soldiers of the Ninth Guerrilla Column had to put down their weapons and surrender.

At this moment, there were 800 captives who were disarmed by the devils. They sat there in a state of embarrassment, not daring to move, surrounded by loaded devil soldiers.

"Taijun, Taijun, we are willing to surrender..."

Seeing the devil officers approaching, the captives became agitated, most of them showed fear, and some flattered hurriedly opened their mouths and shouted.

The one who nodded and bowed and shouted the most attentively was facing Ma Ming from the second detachment of the original guerrilla detachment. His behavior made the surrounding guerrilla officers and soldiers glaring.

Although the guerrilla officers and soldiers chose to lay down their weapons when they were surrounded and had no hope of breaking through, it did not mean that they really wanted to surrender to the devils, it was just a way to get out.

But the traitorous behavior of Ma Ming and others made the rest of the guerrilla officers and soldiers unable to accept it for a while, and they cursed one after another.

"Hahaha, what a soft bone."

Seeing the performance of Ma Ming and others, the devil officers burst into laughter with sarcasm on their faces.

"Your, kneel down." Captain Yamaguchi Akamatsu also showed a difficult smile, pointing at Ma Ming to order.

"Yes, yes," Ma Ming knelt down to the devil as he said that, and kept kowtowing: "Taijun, Taijun, I was forced, I am willing to surrender, I am willing to surrender."

The devils around laughed and leaned forward, not expecting that the guerrillas they regarded as their opponents would be so weak, a look of disgust flashed across Yamaguchi Akamatsu's face.

"Your trash, I don't want mine." Yamaguchi Chisong stared coldly at Ma Ming, who kept kowtowing, with an aloof look on his face.

"No, no, Taijun, I can help you fight guerrillas, I'm not a waste..." Ma Ming, who kowtowed, panicked, he was afraid.

Captain Yamaguchi Akamatsu pulled out his sharp Saguan sword in a jerk, stroked the blade with his white gloves, and walked slowly towards Ma Ming, muttering to himself: "My sword hasn't drunk blood for a long time. It's..."

Seeing the captain of the ghost team walking towards him with a knife, Ma Ming, the grasshopper on the wall, was filled with fear, and couldn't believe it was real; "No, no."

Two burly ghost soldiers stepped forward and held Ma Ming, who couldn't help but retreat, the powerful force made him unable to move.

The rest of the guerrilla officers and soldiers were silent, and many of them shook their heads in regret. This Ma Ming, who used to be the leader of the guerrilla detachment, wanted to join the devils, but who knew the devils didn't want him.

The cold blade was attached to the skin, and the eyes of the devil captain Yamaguchi Akamatsu were filled with bloodthirsty gaze like a beast.

He held the Zuoguan knife and pulled it fiercely. The sharp blade easily cut off Ma Ming's begging for mercy in his throat, and a stream of blood rushed to the sky.

Seeing the cruelty and bloodthirsty of this little devil, all the guerrilla officers and soldiers shrank their heads in unison, not daring to meet the sinister eyes of Akamatsu Yamaguchi.

As the captain of the battalion, Akamatsu Yamaguchi usually does not have the opportunity to go to the battlefield and fight with Chinese officers and soldiers in person. Now he is excited because of the blood.

"Throw it away and feed it to the dog!" Yamaguchi Akamatsu ordered, wiping the blood of the miserable officer's knife on Ma Ming's torn military uniform.

And in the back, more than a dozen wolfhounds with bared fangs were being let go of their ropes, barking and pounced on them. Seeing this scene, many guerrilla officers and soldiers couldn't help but vomited.

The devil officers and soldiers around watched the wolfdog tearing pieces of blood dripping flesh with great interest, without the slightest discomfort.

"Captain, how to deal with those captives, should they be included in the security forces?" A staff officer of the devils asked Captain Yamaguchi Akamatsu for instructions.

Akamatsu Yamaguchi looked coldly at the guerrilla officers and soldiers whose eyes were full of hatred, and shook his head: "There are already enough security forces. We don't have any extra food to feed more people. Let's kill them all."

"But they are prisoners of war, according to international law..." The devil's staff hesitated for a moment.

Captain Yamaguchi Akamatsu reminded with a stern face: "Have you forgotten the order issued by His Majesty the Emperor two years ago? Chinese soldiers do not enjoy the treatment of prisoners of war, and it does not apply to any international law."

"Hi Yi!" The devil's staff officer didn't dare to look at Akamatsu Yamaguchi, and hurriedly bowed his head in response.

"Kill them all!" The devil's staff quickly issued an order.

The ghost soldiers around became excited, looking at the unarmed guerrilla officers and soldiers surrounded, it was like a pack of wolves meeting a pack of lambs.

Facing the bloodthirsty eyes of these devils, the guerrilla officers and soldiers also felt that something was wrong and became commotion.

"Teng Teng Teng-"

The Devil's heavy machine gun mounted on a high place was the first to roar, and the trajectory of the heavy machine gun cut into the middle of the prisoners, immediately setting off a rain of blood.

"Uh!"

"what!"

The guerrilla officers and soldiers who put down their weapons didn't expect the devils to attack them, and they screamed in pain.

"Brothers, fight with the little devil!" Someone also stood up suddenly, grabbed the stone and rushed towards the nearest devil.

"Pfft!"

But just two steps away, the bullet pierced through his body, and he staggered and fell down.

Hundreds of guerrilla officers and soldiers roared angrily, and launched a final charge against the devil's bullets, but flesh and blood were no match for the rain of steel bullets after all.

In just a few breaths, hundreds of guerrillas who put down their weapons were completely lost, turning into bloody corpses on the ground.

Text Chapter 851 Enemy situation!

On the road leading to Huaiyin County, banners were fluttering, and a group of guerrilla officers and soldiers with high morale were striding towards Huaiyin in three neat columns.

"Give me some energy, hold your head high, and don't lose the prestige of our third guerrilla detachment!"

The company commander of the Sharp Knife Company, Knife, is carrying two full-loaded shell guns, and the armed belt slanted from his shoulders is tightly tied around his waist, and a devil's lieutenant's knife tied around his waist moves back and forth with his sonorous and powerful steps. Swaying, with his head held high and his chest high, his face was full of pride.

The guerrilla officers and soldiers lining up along the road also carried clear [-] rifles on their shoulders, and their bayonets were shining brightly, like a moving steel forest, with a solemn and murderous aura.

The Ninth Guerrilla Column Command gave Yang Ling and their third detachment the order to wipe out the enemies in Qinghe Town, and then join the rest of the column to wipe out the devils in Huaiyin County and restore Huaiyin.