Chapter 452: Will 452 be a dog?
Chapter 452 Will 452 be a dog?
"Dead?" Standing in the open space at the entrance of the village, watching his soldiers carry the corpses of women who were no longer breathing and even a little stiff to a remote place for burial, the leading company commander frowned and asked the 1st platoon who came over. long.
The platoon leader nodded, handed the company commander a cigarette, lit one himself, then put on the lighter and blew out a puff of smoke: "He was stoned to death by a woman. His flesh and blood were... a little bit... Disgusting."
“Don’t worry about that **** bastard, our mission is to kill all the gangsters we encounter.” He said while watching two soldiers carrying a body outside the village with the help of locals.
Inside the raincoat that wrapped the body, a muddy arm hung down, trembling slightly with the soldier's steps.
After taking a puff of cigarette, the company commander seemed a little irritable. He looked away and said to the platoon leader: "Order from above: no prisoners, no trial, no... alive! All gangsters, shoot to death!"
"Understood! They are no longer human, cannot be naturalized, and are no different from wild beasts." The platoon leader also took a puff of cigarette, nodded and said: "These people don't have any decent weapons. Do they need to be confiscated?"
"No need." The company commander ordered: "Leave it to the villagers and tell them that troops will come to collect these weapons later and let them keep them properly."
“Understood.” The platoon leader nodded slightly, and then saw the company commander staring in the direction behind him. He turned around and saw an old woman wearing shabby clothes walking in front of them.
The old woman held up her hands, and in her hand was a **** silver ring: "Thank you for avenging my child. This is the only valuable thing in my body..."
"This is not what we are here for." The company commander waved his hand holding a cigarette: "You will live a life that people should live, and you will no longer have to endure hunger or be bullied."
The woman was stunned, not knowing what she should do. Her eyes were so dry that there were no tears left to shed.
She just stared blankly at the two men in front of her, as if she didn't understand what the other person meant.
"We're late..." The platoon leader took out a piece of bread from his pocket, put it into the old woman's hands, and helped her close his hands: "I'll go over there and have a look."
After saying that, he saluted the company commander and without looking back, he walked towards a few people who were distributing food to the villagers who were about to starve to death.
"Ah...wuwuwu..." Finally, the old woman came back to her senses and cried into her arms, as if she finally felt the sting that the past six months of life had left on her body.
She knelt on the ground, holding bread and a blood-stained silver ring in her hands, crying so hard that no one could persuade her.
A few months ago, her son died. Just now, she saw with her own eyes that her daughter-in-law was raped and killed.
Her little grandson died of illness in the days when the Mirage troops captured Dongwan Island. At that time, all the doctors on the island were captured by the army and became military doctors.
The family of four, who originally had a few acres of fertile farmland and could barely make ends meet, was ruined in just six months.
How could she not cry? How can you not be unjust? She didn't know who the people in front of her were or why they were here. She was just resentful, why did these people come after she had nothing left...
“Ah!” She shouted to the sky like crazy, and the cuckoo cried blood, desperate. Her cries caused the defiled women in the village to wail as well.
The remaining men in the village also began to cry, and the atmosphere became more depressing. There were sounds of sobbing and louder and louder cries everywhere.
There were crazy women chasing and beating their men, there were thin men kneeling beside the corpses to repent and blame themselves, there were even people carrying long knives, looking for the corpses of the gangsters everywhere.
The scene became chaotic for a while, and it was not until the Marine Corps soldiers stopped it that these people became more or less behaved. They have become accustomed to fear, so they are naturally in awe of the Marines.
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In the city, Captain 1 crossed his legs, put his hands together, hugged his knees, and looked at the Zheng Guo official who was sitting next to him and walking on thin ice.
Such an atmosphere made Zheng’s officials sweat break out on their foreheads. He gingerly stretched out his hand to wipe it, swallowed a mouthful of saliva and continued to wait for the fathers who rushed into the city to speak.
He witnessed with his own eyes how ruthless these people were: he carefully bribed and recruited dozens of gangsters whose duty was to protect his veteran Youzi, but they were easily killed by the group in front of him.
The "guard" guarding the door was beaten to pieces by an unknown weapon as soon as he drew his knife. The few brave ones who rushed out to check the situation also failed to save their lives.
Those who begged for mercy had their throats slit, and those who surrendered had their heads shot to pieces... Now his city lord's office was no different from hell.
There is still blood on the ground that no longer spreads, and has dried and solidified to form a foil for the corpse. Beside the body were long knives that had been left unattended, old and new ones scattered everywhere.
Normally, just looking at it would make one's heart palpitate. The powerful flintlock musket didn't even have a chance to fire, so it just became a decoration. Until now, he still hasn't come to his senses. He doesn't know how so many fierce-looking soldiers climbed over his city wall.
There are more than a dozen Cyric muzzleloaders on it! Although the artillery has been cleared long ago, the newly recruited soldiers should always fire two cannons and listen to the sound as a warning, right?
“Don’t even guess. The more than 200 trash on the city wall are squatting on the roadside with their heads in their hands, waiting for interrogation.” The 1st regiment leader finally spoke, coldly.
"No, I don't know, general, general...which country is the most powerful..." The local official of Zheng State stammered and didn't know how to reply.
His words were quickly interrupted by Captain 1, who felt that he had no intention of wasting time with such a guy. He spoke coldly before the other party finished speaking: "Those who have never killed or harmed anyone will be sent to work in the mines. They will pay their debts in ten years and redeem themselves in ten years."
With an understatement, he determined twenty years of hard work for many people, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.
As he spoke, his tone became colder, sending chills all over his body: "Those who have killed people or harmed people...then it is inevitable to keep their heads."
After finishing speaking, he looked at the Zheng official who was trembling with fear and was sitting next to him, the Lord of the City here: "Have you ever harmed anyone?"
The fifty-year-old city lord was so frightened that he slid directly from his chair to the ground, kneeling on his knees with extremely smooth movements.
Almost at the same moment, the normally august city lord cried loudly and grabbed the ground with his head: "General! The subordinates are all forced, they all have no choice! There is an eighty-year-old bedridden mother above me. There are children waiting to be fed! Spare your life! Spare your life!"
1 The regiment leader twitched the corners of his mouth in disgust and moved Erlang's legs. He was afraid that the other party would soil his boots. Unlike ordinary soldiers, Datang Group's cadres at regiment level and above are equipped with long leather boots instead of high-waisted leather shoes.
The adjutant standing nearby was almost happy. Looking at this posture, it seemed that the city lord was quite skilled in the business of begging for mercy. It is estimated that there is a lot of practice on weekdays, and maybe even "participation in actual combat".
“I’m asking you! Have you ever harmed anyone?” Captain 1 looked down at the city lord kneeling at his feet and continued to ask.
"Those were all done by others! Those were all done by bandits outside the city! It has nothing to do with me! It has nothing to do with me! I am just a tax collector..." The city lord quickly passed the blame.
"It's not your decision! Someone will try you later, and whether you are guilty or not will all depend on your previous conduct." 1 The head of the regiment was noncommittal.
"It's really none of my business! I, I'm just greedy, greedy for a little money..." The city lord continued to beg: "General! Spare my life! I am willing to give everything I got from greed. Give it...give it..."
"Stop bribing me with money! I'm different from you! If you really haven't done anything too embarrassing, you don't have to die if you don't want to." Although Captain 1 was disgusted, he also knew that there was an order to spare the life of the city lord. So that he could help deceive Zheng Guo.
Hence, he reluctantly pointed out a clear path to the kneeling Lord of the City: "Can you be a dog?"
"Yes! Yes! I am one of your dogs! A dog!" The city lord kowtowed and quickly grabbed the last straw to save his life.
Looking at him like this, it is estimated that if necessary, he can imitate a few dog barks immediately to prove his identity as a loyal dog.
"If you want to survive, remember two things. I'll only say them once!" Captain 1 stood up: "First! Be obedient! Do the things assigned to you well!"
"Definitely! Definitely!" The city lord knelt down and nodded.
“Second!” Captain 1 was already walking towards the door: “You are not a dog for me! You are not worthy of being a dog for me! Someone will be your master. Don’t give that person a reason to kill you!”
“Yes! Yes!” Knowing that at least he would not have to die today, the city lord who almost wet his pants kowtowed again and sent away the leader of the 1st regiment.
Out of the gate, the 1st regiment commander looked at his adjutant: "When will the supplies be ready? When will the follow-up garrison troops come to take over? We have to hurry up and go to the next island!"
The adjutant nodded: "It will take time for the follow-up troops to land on the island... Our supplies also need to be replenished. You may not think that what we lost the most... is only food, candy, tents and raincoats."
The leader of the regiment paused, then nodded: "Urgent! Let them hurry up."
"Okay." The adjutant nodded: "Fortunately we are here."
“Well, luckily we are here.” Captain 1 nodded and left without looking back.
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(End of this chapter)