super zombie

Chapter 30 Kameda Ichiro

On the small hillside, Liu Ziyan sat cross-legged on the ground, and the rest of the people sat around him, with pain on their faces, because the pain on the body was magnified two or three times by sitting in this sitting position, so They kept twisting from side to side to relieve the pain, as if they had hemorrhoids.

"Members of the main force are going to go to the battlefield, and the death rate is much higher than that of the militia, but you, you value such a title so much, tell me, what is the reason?"

After a long time, Liu Ziyan's eyes swept over them lightly, and asked indifferently.

"Kill the devil."

After hearing Liu Ziyan's words, everyone stopped twisting, looked at each other, and finally answered Liu Ziyan with one voice.

"Bullshit."

Liu Ziyan threw a handful of weeds in his hand into the air, and stood up angrily, "Whoever stipulates that the militiamen can't kill devils."

"But our militiamen don't have guns. There are regulations in the army. It's not that the main force doesn't have guns." Rong Sheng raised his head and argued cautiously.

Without further ado, Liu Ziyan walked over quickly and slapped him on the head, "Whoever said that you must have a gun to kill devils, believe it or not, I can kill enemies with a kitchen knife."

"Yes, yes, brother Yan is right, you can still chop the devil's head off with a kitchen knife."

Zhupi took a bite of the big radish, and said with a smile, "By the way, brother Yan, how can you be so strong, such a thick poplar tree was chopped off by you with one knife, you are a fairy." Then, he also gestured the size of the poplar tree with his hands.

"Yeah, brother Yan, why are you so strong?" The other militiamen have always been interested in this matter, and when Zhupi mentioned it, they all focused on it.

"Ahem, this is innate. I was born with such great strength."

Liu Ziyan coughed dryly twice, feeling really panicked in his heart.But with his ability, he quickly made up a reason.

"Innate supernatural power? In the world, does such a thing really exist?" Zhupi stood up in shock and looked at him in disbelief.

"Of course there is. Haven't you heard of Erlang God? Just after he was born, he could easily lift a weight of more than 1000 kilograms. The big buffalo that was stuck in the cow pen and refused to come out to plow the field was directly carried by him. Tianli, and"

Liu Ziyan began to explain with examples. He talked about Erlang God, how brave he was, and how powerful he was. In the end, it got too far, and he talked about how he saved his mother.

When I came back to my senses, I realized that everyone had gathered together, looking at me without blinking, deeply fascinated by the story I told about Erlang God saving his mother.

"Grass, let me sit down."

Liu Ziyan yelled loudly, making them who had been mesmerized by the sound tremble, and finally scattered like birds and beasts, slid back to the original place and sat down as if oiling the soles of their feet.

"Brother Yan, did Erlang God rescue his mother after all?" The pigskin was really like a piece of pigskin that is not afraid of boiling water, and he still couldn't control his great curiosity at this moment, he asked.

Liu Ziyan also walked over, and slapped him hard on the head like he was patting Rongsheng, "Damn it, you still dare to ask me about the story behind the topic you just changed, you should slap him." I was ashamed in my heart, I originally wanted to use Erlang's infinite power to prove the existence of natural supernatural power, but I couldn't stop myself, so I kept talking.

Pigpi touched his aching head, lowered his head and gnawed a mouthful of radish aggrievedly.

Seeing this big radish, Liu Ziyan felt angry and stretched out his hand, "Bring it."

"Hmm." With a radish in his mouth, Pigpi shook his head and whined.

"Grass" Liu Ziyan raised his right hand, and was about to pat Zhupi's head, so frightened that Zhupi quickly handed the radish to his hand, which made his right hand stop.

Looking at the unevenly gnawed radish in his hand, Liu Ziyan threw it vigorously in one direction. The radish was like a bomb dropped from an airplane. It drew a beautiful arc in the air and fell on the ground. It's just that it didn't make a "boom" explosion like a cannonball at the end.

"My, my carrot."

The pigskin stood up in pain, and wanted to run to pick it up, but at this moment, Liu Ziyan shouted, "If you dare to pick it up, I will throw you out like a carrot."

Zhupi abruptly stopped in his tracks. Having seen Liu Ziyan's strength, he had no doubt that if his thin body was thrown away, he would not be able to achieve the same effect as his beloved carrot just now.

With a tremor all over his body, Pigpi withdrew his steps and sat down.

"Damn, what Huang Dadantou said is absolutely right, you can even swallow this kind of raw radish, you must be a starving ghost."

Liu Ziyan looked at Zhupi and said earnestly, before he even finished the word 'Shi', he cursed out in shock, because Zhupi actually took out another big and white radish from his bosom, And as soon as he took it out, he took a big bite, met his gaze, and the pigskin grinned naively.

After a long time, Liu Ziyan and the others finally got back on track, and each of them became serious.

"Tell me, why do you want to be a member of the main force so much?" Liu Ziyan's gaze and expression were very serious and serious.

"Brother Yan, let me tell the story."

Rong Sheng stood up, his '囧' face no longer made people laugh so much at this moment, instead there was a hint of sadness.

"Brother Yan, I don't know how you came here. Anyway, we were all enthusiastically sent to the army by the villagers beating gongs and drums. They expected us to kill devils, protect our family, and honor our ancestors. However, as a militia, You can’t do all three of these things.”

Rongsheng was very serious when he said this, and put his real feelings into it, "Brother Yan, you said just now that you can kill devils without a gun and a kitchen knife, but the devils don't fight with you, they use machine guns to shoot. We rush up, it doesn't mean we die .So, without guns, we have no capital to fight devils."

"If it has always been a militia, if the troops pass by our village one day, and the villagers ask, can we tell them that we are a militia, a militia doing coolies?"

Hearing this, Liu Ziyan understood why they were so eager to become members of the main force of the Eighth Route Army.In this era of the Anti-Japanese War, there is not only the passion to fight devils, but also the selfish side of human nature, that is, to play well, not to seek glory, but to live with face.

"Brother Yan, you shouldn't blame Brother Daren, they are the same as us, especially Brother Daren, ever since he became a militiaman, soldiers in his old army often made fun of him, and even said in front of everyone He is old, and when he goes to the battlefield, his legs will tremble and he will be too scared to move."

"Brother Daren is a veteran. He has killed more than 20 devils, more than those young ones. To say that he would tremble with fright when he went to the battlefield is simply more uncomfortable than killing him."

Perhaps because he felt that Liu Ziyan was obviously cold when he called Huang Daren by his nickname just now, Rong Sheng told the story of Huang Daren's experience in detail.

Liu Ziyan's heart trembled. Hearing Rongsheng's words, he seemed to see a hunched figure walking alone on the dark road, looking for the light with very little hope.

After blinking, Liu Ziyan came back to his senses, patted Rongsheng on the shoulder lightly, and then walked down the hill.

"Come on, brothers, let's take these firewood back to the base first."

These words shocked the hearts of the dozen or so militiamen, but then they came to their senses, said yes, and followed along.His face was filled with joy.

In the east, 25 kilometers away from the base, is a modern city.The city has long since fallen and has become a garrison for the Japanese army.In the center of the city, a house with modern colors lay quietly. There were two rows of Japanese guards with guns at the door, and around it, there were several groups of Japanese soldiers patrolling back and forth, which could be described as heavily guarded.

Inside the house, there is a spacious hall. On the top of the hall, there is an elegant and chic huge chandelier, which looks like a jasmine flower growing from the ceiling.On the ground, there is a table with a width of two meters and a length of four meters.

The table was covered with a layer of dark green cloth, and the extra part almost touched the ground.

The seven teacups were neatly placed on top, and they were all covered with lids. Inside, there seemed to be traces of white air rising from the edges.

At this time, there were six Japanese soldiers wearing dark green military uniforms, with their upper bodies sitting upright at the table.He looked forward without blinking his eyelids, and even his expression was very stiff.

Sitting in the middle is a Japanese soldier in his 30s. He has a black beard above his lips to show his aura. His face that should be full of domineering now reveals sadness.He is Kameda Ichiro Zhongzuo.

"Captain Okai honorably sacrificed his life for the Emperor on the way here, let us pay a silent tribute to him."

Suddenly, Kameda Ichiro looked at the empty seat with a teacup and said a few words, then stood up and bent slightly.

As soon as he stood up, the other five Japanese soldiers also stood up. As if rehearsed in advance, they moved in unison and bent their bodies lightly to express their silent mourning for the dead.

After about ten seconds, Kameda Ichiro sat down, and the sad expression on his face disappeared, replaced by a cunning and cunning coldness.

(End of this chapter)