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"Look carefully! Imperial warriors, your blades must be swift and ruthless, without the slightest hesitation!"

"These aren't people, they're pigs, they're insects! Kill them without any remorse!"

As he spoke, Saburo Nomura counted the heads he had personally chopped off.

One, two, three...

A strong sense of satisfaction welled up inside him.

The men on the threshing floor were quickly slaughtered.

The remaining women and children faced a hell more terrible than death.

The Japanese soldiers pounced on them like hungry wolves, tearing at the women's clothes and dragging them into the nearby houses.

Cries, screams, and the sinister laughter of the Japanese soldiers echoed from every courtyard, sending chills down one's spine.

……

Saburo Nomura was already used to these kinds of scenes.

He leaned against the old locust tree, took out his cigarette case, lit a cigarette, and slowly smoked it.

Amidst the swirling smoke, he looked at the village filled with blood and screams, and felt that the shame of the rout had been completely washed away.

Who said the 41st Division was just a guerrilla division that only knew how to run away?

Who says that Imperial soldiers would only flee in the face of the Eighth Route Army's planes and tanks?

Saburo Nomura, with just a company, was able to massacre an entire village deep within the Eighth Route Army's base area, using the blood of the Chinese to prove the glory of the Imperial warriors.

Just then, two gunshots rang out from deep within the alley, followed by the screams of the Japanese soldiers.

Saburo Nomura frowned sharply, threw the cigarette butt to the ground, and gripped his military knife: "What's going on?!"

Soon, a Japanese soldier came running over in a panic, his face covered in blood. He bowed and reported, "Captain! There were some Chinese hiding in the courtyard deep in the alley. They ambushed two of our brothers, and they're dead!"

"Oh?"

Saburo Nomura raised an eyebrow, a hint of excited smile appearing on his face.

He had thought that everyone in the village was a spineless coward who would only kneel down and beg for mercy, but he never expected that there would be people who dared to resist.

interesting.

That's so interesting.

"Lead the way! I want to see which fearless Chinese is it!"

Following the Japanese messenger, Nomura Saburo led a dozen soldiers into a mud courtyard deep in the alley.

The courtyard gate was tightly closed, and heavy breathing could be heard from inside.

Behind the earthen wall of the courtyard, four young men were hiding, the oldest being only twenty years old and the youngest only sixteen.

They had only two machetes, a hoe, and a rifle they had snatched from a dead Japanese soldier, with only two bullets left in it.

It was them just now. They took advantage of the two isolated Japanese soldiers, ambushed and killed them, stole their guns, and hid in this courtyard.

"You Chinese inside, come out and surrender! The Imperial Army will give you a quick death!"

The Japanese soldiers shouted outside, and the only response they received was a gunshot.

The bullet hit the gate, sending up a spray of wood chips.

Saburo Nomura laughed, a cruel laugh.

"Set it on fire! Burn the yard down! I want to see if they come out!"

The Japanese soldiers immediately brought firewood, piled it at the gate and at the base of the wall, and lit a fire.

The summer weather was dry, and the firewood ignited as soon as it touched the flames. A raging fire quickly broke out, billowing thick smoke that poured into the yard.

The wooden gate was quickly burned through, and flames licked at the earthen houses in the yard. The roof beams crackled and popped as they burned, threatening to collapse at any moment.

A violent coughing sound came from the courtyard, and then the courtyard gate was suddenly kicked open.

Four young men, their eyes red, carrying machetes and hoes, rushed out of the sea of ​​fire and pounced on the Japanese soldiers.

"You damned Japanese devils! I'll curse your ancestors!"

The young man in the lead roared and smashed a Japanese soldier's skull on the head with a hoe, shattering it.

But as soon as he swung his sword a second time, a Japanese soldier next to him pierced his stomach with a bayonet.

The remaining three young men were also surrounded by more than a dozen Japanese soldiers.

They did not flinch at all; even with only a rusty machete in their hands, they still swung it at the Japanese soldiers.

They were like eggs striking rocks, yet they were fearless and undaunted by death.

In just over ten seconds, all four young men fell into pools of blood.

The youngest, a sixteen-year-old boy, was still biting a Japanese soldier's wrist tightly before he died, tearing off a piece of flesh from the man.

Saburo Nomura walked to the child's corpse, poked at his face with his military knife, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by a violent look.

He disliked this kind of resistance.

These inferior Chinese should just kneel down and accept their death; they shouldn't have such backbone.

"Clear the village! Search every house in the entire village! Leave no one alive! Poke every rat hole three times over!"

At the order, the Japanese soldiers dispersed again, kicking open doors and ransacking houses.

They dragged out any civilians hiding under beds, in haystacks, or in cellars, and shot them on the spot.

An elderly man who was lying in a pile of corpses pretending to be dead was stabbed one by one by the Japanese soldiers with bayonets and died in agony.

There were also children hiding in water vats. When the Japanese soldiers discovered them, they threw the vats, along with the children, into the fire.

As the sun set, the gunfire in Wangjia Village finally ceased.

The entire village has been turned into a living hell.

Corpses lay strewn across the fields, and blood flowed like rivers.

The alleyways, the threshing grounds, and the courtyards were littered with the corpses of ordinary people.

Some were beheaded, some were disemboweled, and some were burned black. Most of the women's corpses were disheveled, and their deaths were extremely tragic.

The old ox was beaten to death beside the millstone, and not a single chicken, duck, cat, or dog survived.

The entire village, with 137 people, was wiped out.

Nomura Saburo and his Japanese soldiers gathered under the old locust tree at the village entrance.

The blood on his military knife had congealed, and the dark red scabs stuck to the blade looked particularly gruesome.

The adjutant handed over a notebook and bowed, saying, "Captain, the count is complete. In this operation, we killed 137 Chinese, seized over 3,000 catties of grain, and 12 head of livestock."

Saburo Nomura nodded, a satisfied smile on his face.

One hundred and thirty-seven people.

He personally killed twenty-three of them.

This is his glory, the medal that washes away the shame of his defeat.

"Bring me pen and ink."

He suddenly spoke.

The adjutant hesitated for a moment, then quickly rummaged through the seized items and pulled out a bottle of ink and a calligraphy brush, handing them over.

Xiang Jingtian took the brush, dipped it in ink, walked to the most conspicuous yellow earthen wall at the entrance of the village, and wrote a line of crooked Japanese characters.

The black ink stains stood out starkly against the blood-stained yellow earthen wall.

【Imperial Samurai Nomura Saburo, if any Eighth Route Army dares, come and find me! May the Great Japanese Empire enjoy lasting military fortune!】

After finishing writing, Saburo Nomura threw the brush hard on the ground, looked at the words he had written, and burst into laughter.

He wanted the Eighth Route Army to see, and the planes and tanks chasing the Imperial Army to see, that the warriors of the Empire were never afraid of them.

If they dared to pursue, he dared to slaughter their people in their heartland.

He wanted the entire Taihang Mountains to remember his name, Saburo Nomura.

He wanted to become an even "greater" imperial warrior.