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- Chapter 97 God gave me the wrong golden sword
In the world of two people, it is easy to forget time. The weather is getting warmer day by day, and Tang Qiuli's injuries have completely improved. These twenty days of isolation from the world have made him seem to have forgotten the battlefields of blood and fire, the flash of swords and the shadows of swords. Fighting career, enjoying a peaceful life to the fullest, everything yesterday seems like a lifetime ago, far away and deep in the memory.
During the day, the two of them held each other's hands and ran wildly on the hillside where the spring grass was budding. When they were tired, they would lie on the hillside, bathing in the spring sunshine, looking at the long white clouds in the blue sky, and listening to each other's heartbeats.
At night, we hugged each other and fell asleep, feeling extremely affectionate. The blazing bonfire ignited two young hearts. Spring is the season of growth.
Unlike at the base, the two of them completely let go and enjoyed the rhythm of life. Only the mountains and green pines were listening to their lover's breath and whisper.
Twenty-year-old Xiaoling is becoming more and more attractive. Her thin spring shirt cannot hide her plump, slender, and strong figure. Perhaps she has untied her heart knot. She has a charming face, radiant eyes, and watery eyes. Her seductive charm tempted him all the time.
A few days later, he and Xiaoling packed up their things and prepared to leave here. What should end will eventually end. Looking at everything in the cave, Tang Qiuli suddenly felt reluctant to leave. He had too many memories here. , this may be the longest time that he and Xiaoling have been alone, and there will be no such opportunity in the future.
He suddenly thought that if he engraved here: "On a certain day of a certain year and a certain month, Tang Qiuli and Xiaoling spent happy time here." After a few years, future generations would be surprised when they discovered this place, and it would be regarded as a cultural relic. I will examine why these two people are so sacred. By then, I may have been lost in the dust and fog of history.
Tang Qiuli and Xiaoling left this unforgettable and nostalgic place, followed the map's guidance, slept in the open air, and hurried towards the base.
Climbing a mountain peak, what appears in front of you is a small village at the foot of the mountain with only a dozen households. A thick ominous smoke hangs over the village, and with the wind comes a pungent smell of burning. .
They both looked at each other and had a premonition that something they didn't want to see happened here.
Sneaking quietly to the outskirts of the village, Tang Qiuli took out his binoculars. In the lens, a house still smoking and burning appeared in front of him. In an open space in the village, a group of people in khaki military uniforms were standing on a fire. Various livestock and poultry were roasting, and there were also some people wrapped in black clothes among them.
It was the Japs, the group of Japs who were tracking him. For more than twenty days, these little Japs were still lingering around here. It seemed that the Japs had sealed off this area and they would not find him. Withdrawing troops.
He moved the camera elsewhere and saw the scene he least wanted to see.
Dozens of corpses, dripping with blood, lay on the vaguely green open space, dyeing the ground a shocking dark red. They were all stabbed to death with bayonets, some had their heads chopped off, and several babies were thrown The broken head and small body stretched helplessly under the blue sky.
On the other side are the bodies of women, all naked. It seems that they have suffered inhuman humiliation before death. Their empty eyes are staring at the sky, silently describing the sins of animals under the bright sun.
Tang Qiuli's heart, which had been softened by love, instantly hardened. The anger in his chest was blazing, and invisible murderous intent suddenly rushed out of his body. Xiaoling beside him was so stimulated by Tang Qiuli's fierce murderous intent that his body trembled and she was surprised. He turned to look at his lover, his eyes full of doubts.
This is another massacre of a village. The beasts that committed heinous crimes are eating, drinking, talking and laughing wantonly next to the corpses of these innocent people. Tang Qiuli's heart is bleeding.
"The Japanese can't find themselves, so they vent their incompetence on these civilians. My fellow Guandong fellows who have suffered greatly, why do animals that lose their humanity always break into your peaceful pastoral life, causing you to suffer catastrophe?"
¡°Could it be that I, Tang Qiuli, am an unlucky person? Wherever you go, will you bring disaster to innocent civilians?
This is not the first time he has seen a tragedy with his own eyes. Weijiawopu, the unknown mountain village, and everything here. Every time, he feels deep self-blame and powerlessness.
Next to her, Xiaoling saw her lover's hands trembling slightly, and her eyes were full of confusion, sadness, and hesitation. Her heart tightened. What did Qiu Li see? What made him lose his temper?
She took the telescope from Tang Qiuli. After a moment, Xiaoling turned around. The difference was that Xiaoling's eyes were full of anger and her face was pale. "Qiuli, I saw it. Kill all these beasts. As long as they exist on our land, we don¡¯t know how many innocent people will suffer!" As he spoke, his chest rose and fell sharply.White teeth, bite tightly.
Tang Qiuli woke up from the moment of confusion. Xiaoling's words gave him a great shock. If he didn't want to be hurt by animals, he had to eliminate them. Maybe he came from later generations, and the peaceful scene left a deep impression on him. In my mind, I feel puzzled that these Japanese beasts are keen on killing civilians. What does war have to do with civilians?
Xiaoling's words, like drums in the evening and bells in the morning, woke him up. This is the nature of an invader. He felt ashamed for his loss. He kissed Xiaoling gently on the face and said, "Thank you!" Xiaoling was very confused. no need thank me?
Tang Qiuli didn't answer, but just smiled slightly, untying his knot. He felt much more relaxed. Xiaoling didn't ask further questions. She was used to Qiu Li's many weird behaviors, and this girl already had a very high immunity. , However, she was still very happy to see her lover freed from the state just now, and became full of energy and wisdom.
Spreading out the map, Tang Qiuli pointed to a place called Zhenlongtan. It is a large swamp, more than ten miles away from here. We will be there to send these Japanese beasts back to their hometown. These devils will be here tonight. We will camp here, and we will move after dark, walk, and see the terrain.
Zhenlongtan is located on a plain between mountains, stretching for more than ten miles. Under the dense grass stems and rotting grass, there is black stagnant water. The surface is very soft. If you walk on it, you will die if you don't pay attention. The water plants are tangled together to form towers, some of which can be moved. Below is shallow water on the surface. People who are familiar with the terrain can jump forward by stepping on the towers. However, this requires a lot of effort. With high skill, if you are not careful, you will fall below. You will not be able to use your feet. The more you struggle, the faster you will sink. In the end, the mud will reach your head, which is a dead end.
According to the locals, even a dragon that fell into the swamp would be in danger of dying, devouring countless lives every year.
Tang Qiuli stood on the edge of Zhenlong Beach and couldn't help but suck in a piece of air-conditioning. The swamp was covered by a layer of mist, making it difficult to see its true appearance. It was filled with shining water and green grass, with no signs of life activity.
He cut a long birch pole and tentatively poked it into the muddy water. The pole suddenly reached the top. He then tried poking at the tower of water plants. As expected, the pole was swinging back and forth, very unstable. Try stepping on it with your foot. It's soft and seems to lend some strength.
He tied a long rope around his waist, asked Xiaoling to pull it tightly, and tried to jump onto a tower pile. This was called being prepared, but he didn't want to die before he got out of the battle. After several experiments, he mastered the skills in the swamp. The way to keep the body balanced is to hold a birch pole in each hand. When the body loses balance, point the pole on the tower next to it to adjust it.
After doing this, he knew what was going on, and he and Xiaoling had a simple meal. He dug a bunker for Xiaoling on the side of the swamp, set up the light machine gun so that the firepower could cover the entire front, and agreed on a communication code. He plunged into the big green forest in the evening spring breeze.
In the night, a figure approached the Japanese camp as nimble as a cheetah. Several bonfires illuminated the Japanese camp brightly. Two sentries were lazily pacing back and forth with their rifles in their hands. There was a burst of sound coming from the tent. The sounds in the pigsty.
A crisp gunshot broke the tranquility of the night. A bloody hole appeared on the forehead of a Japanese sentry. The rotating warhead, carrying kinetic energy, knocked him down. The other sentry hurriedly raised his gun, but before he could wait, Looking for the target, a hole was drilled into his forehead.
This time, it was like poking a hornet's nest. More than a hundred Japs blew up the camp. They crawled out of tents in disheveled clothes and fired guns everywhere. So far, the Japs haven't found where the guns came from. , the two Japanese sentries, the only ones who knew the reason, turned into corpses.
Just as the Japs were wandering around like headless chickens, two more gunshots were fired, and the two Japs fell down. Now the Japs determined the direction in which to shoot, and the machine guns and rifles rushed in that direction and hit them head-on. .
Tang Qiuli deliberately exposed his figure in the firelight. Those ninjas had really good eyesight. They could immediately tell that this was the target that he had been tracking for more than twenty days and disappeared mysteriously. How could he let go of such an opportunity.
The Japs were like wild dogs smelling the scent of prey, and swarmed after them. A Japs commander waved his command knife and shouted: "Shisimai, Shisimai!" Before he could finish shouting, he was hit on the forehead. A fatal bullet, like a tree stump, fell to the ground.
Another Japs commander took over the command and led the Japs in pursuit along the direction Tang Qiuli left.
The Japanese finally took the bait!
The chase battle was fierce in the mountains and forests. Tang Qiuli was afraid that the Japanese would not catch up, so he fired a few shots from time to time. He was also afraid that the Japanese would be thrown too far away and the Japanese would lose their target. The work was difficult and thrilling. From time to time,Screaming bullets passed by him. Several times, the dense machine gun bullets hit the pine tree where he was hiding, and the bark flew everywhere, but there was a lot of splash.
The terrible thing is that those Japanese ninjas are much more dexterous than ordinary Japanese. They gradually surrounded him. If he hadn't taken advantage of the chaos and knocked down a few of them, the others were afraid of his marksmanship and wouldn't have been able to mix with the large number of Japanese. Easy to get away with.
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