God vs. Lone Star, you and I are a pair

That day, she made Ping'er her favorite braised fish, and the old woman scolded her in the room for being a prodigal woman who was too lazy to cook.

She simply took out the portion that was brought into the room and placed it in front of Ping'er. Ignoring the old woman's curses, Ping'er gave her a piece of fish. She touched her daughter's head and ate it with a smile.

Just as she was sleeping on the bed and telling Ping'er stories about her hometown, the dogs in the village suddenly started barking. Her family lived on the edge of the village. The barking of the dogs along with the sound of gunshots made her feel a little confused.

She seemed to hear a woman's wailing, but the man at home was not there, so she didn't dare to get up and look. After thinking about what she heard outside during this period, she hid her daughter in the cellar. After thinking about it, she put that The disgusting, paralyzed old woman also hid, and eventually she herself hid inside.

After a while, those people opened the small wooden door of the yard speaking an incomprehensible language. They walked around the house with guns in hand, and furniture, dishes and basins were smashed to the ground.

Probably nothing was found in the house. Originally, they were considered a relatively poor family in the village. Their father-in-law had died long ago. How much savings could the mother-in-law have with a son who was not very bright? After searching for the house, the two men rummaged through the yard, stabbing their sharp bayonets into every hiding place.

Probably they also knew that these were the only places to hide people. The three people hiding in the cellar were found out not long after. The leading Japanese soldier showed a lewd smile when he saw her face.

He pointed his rifle at her and motioned for them to follow her, but the old woman couldn't move.

"I can carry her." She said and made a movement to carry her on her back. The Japanese soldier looked at her with disgust and stabbed to death the man who usually cursed but was so scared that he didn't say a word when he was in danger. old woman.

The person she hated the most died, but she wasn't happy at all.

She held Ping'er's hand tightly and was driven to the center of the village.

When she arrived, she saw that almost everyone in the village was here.

Those young and middle-aged men have been beaten to death, those tall and strong pillars of the family in the village, with blood pouring out of their foreheads; those lazy people in the village who make frivolous remarks every time they see young women walking alone will be tortured until their death. They did not close their eyes; those who had not grown up yet, and whose shoulders were still a little immature, looked in the direction of their families in horror.

And she and Ping'er were pointed out, squatting together with the old, young, women and children in the village.

The women who ridiculed her for not being able to give birth to a son were trembling next to her; the village chief's wife, relying on her husband's status, even united with other women in the village to say that she was an unlucky outsider and would not allow her to eat the same food as her. A well of water was too frightened to say a word at this moment. The boys who threw stones at Ping'er were so frightened that they hid behind her.

Someone speaking a local dialect asked: "Is the whole village here?"

Standing in front of him, the usually calm and composed village chief had trembling legs, "Yes."

"Are you sure?" He asked helpfully again.

The village chief glanced at the crowd again. In fact, there were still a few families whose children had not been found. However, the village chief nodded and said, "Yes, some families are working outside and have not come back."

The leading Japanese soldier nodded.

"Young woman, go over there," the man speaking in the local dialect pointed to the left.

"Children, old people, over there." He pointed to the right.

The young men in the village either worked abroad and did not return, and their corpses were piled up in front of them at home. The other people were unable to resist and could only act according to their wishes.

Soon, the scene was filled with men's lewd laughter and women's cries. The old man shed tears while covering the child's ears.

The center of the village, where the villagers met to discuss matters, had become a paradise for the Japanese to vent their sexual desires. She turned her head away and tried not to look at the drunk and smelly men on her body. She was just extremely lucky that her man , I didn’t come back today, so I could leave a life behind. His daughter was still young and could escape the disaster. Lian Yatou, who was lying next to him and crying, was only 12 years old this year and was also dragged in by these beasts.

The men ate the food foraged in the village, drank wine and enjoyed the women. They sang songs they didn't understand and tormented them until midnight. They arranged for night watchmen and these beasts slowly fell asleep.

There was a clever young man who saw that there were only ten people keeping vigil at the scene, so he quietly slipped away from the back. Unexpectedly, he was bumped into by a Japanese soldier who was peeing, and he fired on the spot. The sound of the gunshot woke up the others.

"You ungrateful low-class people." The leader, who was woken up from his sleep, picked up a person from the pile of children with a bayonet and raised it high.

"Ping'er", she screamed heartbreakingly. "My Pinger"