"Speak it up, I will spare your life. If you don't say it, he will be your end!"

After saying that, Rake's ears decisively pulled the trigger.

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A burst of gunfire sounded, and a large pool of red blood stains suddenly oozed out of the lieutenant's first.

The Japanese also woke up from the fainting pain again, his face covered with beads of sweat the size of soybeans.

He kept gasping in his mouth, and even the howling sound was gone.

Then, Rake pointed his ear at the crotch of one of the Japanese lieutenants and said in a cold voice: "My patience is limited, talk quickly!"

Rake's ears were gloomy and his face was revealed in his voice, and his unconcealed murderous intent was revealed.

"Then those reporters were taken away by Captain Tsukata a few minutes ago. It seemed that the commander had his life and was about to execute those reporters..."

Rai's face looked even more ugly, and he continued to ask: "Where is the execution place?"

The lieutenant swallowed his throat and replied truthfully: "Along the road outside the church, walk about 5 kilometers south. There is a mass grave on the side of the road, and there is the execution place..."

"Bang!"

As soon as the Japanese lieutenant finished speaking, a bullet penetrated into his eyebrows, and then a charming blood arrow flew out from the back of his head, and blood splattered around the team members.

Another Japanese lieutenant was so scared that he tightened his mouth and his mouth was twitching. He was about to ask why Yang Jing didn't keep his word.

Yang Jing shot another shot.

"Bang!"

The gunshots rang out, and the Japanese lieutenant suddenly collapsed.

"I didn't just give you the guarantee!"

If the Japanese had souls, they would definitely scold Yang Jing for being shameless.

However, what he didn't know was that Yang Jing lied to him again.

Because he made a promise, he would break his promise.

Yang Jing never showed mercy to deal with the Japanese devils. All the Japanese devils who believed him were sent to the cycle of reincarnation by him in the end.

Yang Jing glanced at the Japanese Lieutenant who was lying on the ground and venting more and inhaling less, and then he withdrew his gaze.

He did not continue to shoot, not because he was pitying him, but because even if he didn't shoot, the Japanese devil would not be able to survive.

Rather than letting him feel happy, it is better to torture him with pain, fear and regret.

"Retreat, hurry!"

"Quick!——"

Instead, Yang Jing immediately took the team members out of the building.

Several military vehicles were parked at the door of the building. Yang Jing rushed to the edge of a military card, opened the door and went straight into the cab.

He inserted the box cannon back into the holster and quickly started the car.

Long Yun, Xu Zhenxing, Xu Changqing and others also launched a military card.

For keyless start, whether it is the Dragon Soul Special Forces Brigade of the Tiger Ben Group or the senior agents of the Military Control Commission, it is a compulsory skill.

The other team members and agents quickly and orderly jumped onto the rear compartment of the military card.

According to the time estimate, the Japanese who were executed may have taken the reporters to the execution ground and even started the execution.

Yang Jing drove a military vehicle and stepped on the accelerator under his feet.

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

Junka was driven into Yang Jing's hand with a supercar. He drove the fastest and went south along the rough road, and was speeding up and lightning.

Bills of smoke and dust were pulled up on the road.

The team members in the carriage held guns on their chests and clasped the guardrails with both hands, for fear that if they were not careful, they would be shaken away.

...

A few kilometers away, there is a barren ridge mass grave.

There are many mass graves near the barren ridge, with different sizes and large sizes. Under these pits are many military and civilians massacred by Japanese.

Perhaps the corpses moisturize the land, and the weeds on the ridge grow particularly lushly.

“Qu…”

"Quagua!..."

The mass grave sounds of crows from time to time, and the surroundings are filled with mysterious and gloomy aura.

Several Japanese military trucks were connected in a line and parked on the side of the deserted road. The dazzling headlights were lit in front of the car, illuminating the dirt road in front of it as if it were daytime.

"Baga!"

"quick!"

"Hurry up!"

More than 100 Japanese soldiers were holding weapons in their hands and cursing and drove a group of tied people to the open space of the barren ridge.

Each of these bound people has different skin colors and faces, including Western faces and Eastern faces.

There are even two black faces.

This group of people is from the press group.

At this time, the reporters did not know that the Japanese were preparing to execute them.

I don’t know that the mass graveyard under their feet, with countless unjust souls buried, is the end of everyone’s life.

"Where is this, Farke Oil!"

"Shente! You savage guys, what do you want to do, bring us here?"

Several male reporters from Western Confucius turned their heads and glanced around, cursing the Japanese in English, and they protested loudly.

At this time, a Japanese captain came over with a sabre. There was a long scar on his face, extending from his left temple to the corner of his mouth, making him look even more ferocious.

This Japanese captain is nothing else, but Tsubasa Tsubasa, the squadron leader of Tsubasa.

Tsukadazha looked at everyone and said in a stern tone: "Why do you stupid Westerners come to our east? Why don't you stay at your home well, right?

Forget it, why do you still come stupidly to destroy the good things of my great Japanese empire?

Your actions have violated the bottom line of our Great Japanese Empire!

Therefore, you must pay the price of your life for your stupid behavior, and you will all die!"

The war correspondents present often traveled between various cruel battlefields. They had long been used to life and death, and they also took it lightly.

Many companions even sacrificed their lives for this and died on the battlefield of interviews.

They took risks on the battlefield for their beliefs. Even if everyone knew that the Japanese were going to kill someone to silence them, no one knelt down and begged for mercy.

One of the Western men with high noses and blue eyes said: "You Japanese have violated international conventions and committed heinous crimes. God will not forgive you, nor will you forgive you!"

"You stupid guys, you believe in God until you die!" Tsukadazha showed a cruel and contemptuous smile: "As for whether your God will forgive me, you can't see it!

Hahaha! Since you believe in God so much, I will do a good thing and send you to accompany him!"

"Shente, you cruel and savage guys, God will not forgive you!"

"You group of devils covered in blood with their hands, butchers, you won't have a good end!"

The reporters cursed the Japanese soldiers angrily.

A group of lambs to be slaughtered opposite, the surrounding Japanese not only did not be angry with the criticism of the reporters, but instead gave out wanton and cruel smiles.

It felt like I was admiring a group of clowns.

However, at this moment, a beam of light suddenly shot from a distance and hit Tsukataza's face.

The old Japanese subconsciously turned around and looked for the direction where the light column was shot: "Baga, where did the headlights come from!"
Chapter completed!