The enemy may have never seen a woman running like this, which is different from any race. Regardless of it, they can call the enemy's gun to death in their hearts, but she must not fall into the hands of the enemy.

Li Yuehua ran desperately, crossed the river and approached the woods, and felt the flowers in front of her eyes, and her heart was beating like a jump out of her throat. She didn't eat much for more than two days, because she didn't dare to make a fire and cook, so she could only chew the raw rice in the rice bag to fill her hunger. After a while of running, she finally reached her limit.

After running into the woods, Li Yuehua tripped over the tree roots under her feet and fell heavily to the ground, almost fainting. The enemy's shouting was too close. Li Yuehua woke up a little slowly, then turned over and sat up, grabbed a stone, and threw herself at an enemy who was rushing towards her. The enemy oh, fell to the ground.

Another enemy rushed up and pressed her down fiercely. Li Yuehua grabbed, bite, kicked, and slammed the ground to struggle. She wanted to use this struggle to annoy the enemy, let the enemy smash her head with gun bullets or shoot her chest.

A few more enemies came up. They were panting and pressing Li Yuehua to tie up the crazy struggling woman, shouting: "This female Eighth Route Army is so troublesome. She almost broke my legs!" "No need to press, she can't run away!" "Wash her face and you must be a beautiful girl. What kind of flower is it like!"...

Several puppet soldiers set up Li Yuehua and joked in filthy words. Li Yuehua was so angry that she was dizzy. She spat at a puppet soldier and cursed: "You are still not Chinese, a group of traitors and beasts."

"Bagayalu!" The angry puppet army heard this angrily shout. They immediately became honest and a Japanese officer walked over slowly. They waved impatiently, and the puppet soldiers let go of Li Yuehua. Li Yuehua shook his body, stood firmly, and stared at the Japanese.

The Japanese officer walked up to Li Yuehua, looked at it with interest for a while, and said gently in stiff Chinese: "Your, it doesn't matter if the Eighth Route Army cadres. The Imperial Army likes young people the most. Knowledge young people, talented young people. Yours, just lead the Imperial Army--"

"Don't dream! Japanese devils, you are wild beasts that kill people, and you won't have a good ending. I won't say anything, kill me quickly!" Li Yuehua had seen too many tragic Chinese people being killed, and looked at this hypocritical Japanese devil. Her anger made her forget that she was a young girl and that she was in front of a beast-like enemy.

"Hey, your mouth is quite hard!" A puppet army officer wanted to flatter the Japanese, so he stepped forward and slapped Li Yuehua in the face and cursed: "It depends on whether you have a hard bone or a hard stick. Don't forget that you are a woman. Taijun has many tricks toward women!"

Li Yuehua's eyes flashed and she bit her lips. It was a kind of real fear as a woman, helpless, and instinctive weakness of a woman who had to deal with insults, beatings, and torture. But although she showed cowardice, she did not have to be ashamed of it. She was worthy of the title of hero. She was captured by the Japanese devils at the forefront of the anti-Japanese struggle. She was worthy of being a good child of our Chinese nation.

The one who feels ashamed should be the country, the government, the army, and the Chinese man. She may be the lover you are in love with, maybe your wife, your sister or sister. As a man, a real man would rather give his life in the battle than see the invaders abuse his compatriots and sisters.

Not caring in front of the Japanese devils' guns, not giving in, and ignoring life and death, represents the courage of Chinese women. This is a heroic behavior that Chinese writers have shown countless times since liberation. The images of heroes in Chinese novels, movies, dramas, and stories are all this model, regardless of gender.

But real and heavy, this is the real history. Only what the eyes see is the moments of history recorded and everything that cannot be expressed by language.

"Her is not alone." The Japanese officer's eyes shot fierce and cunning gazes, and he said to the puppet army in stiff Chinese: "Let her tell her where she hides, where-"

"I understand, Taijun." The puppet army officer nodded and bowed, "I must pry her mouth open, find her hiding place, and catch everyone there."

"Come on, tie this female Eighth Route Army to a tree." The puppet army officer turned around, changed his face, and shouted at several subordinates.

They are all Chinese, but some people are more cruel to their compatriots than the invaders. For example, the Chinese spies in the Japanese military police are more capable of torture in order to please the Japanese, and even the Japanese think they are extremely cruel.

"This little hand is quite tender, is it a big girl?" The puppet army officer squeezed and touched Li Yuehua's back-tied hand behind the tree, clamped several branches between his fingers, and suddenly grabbed it hard.

"Ah——" Li Yuehua suddenly felt a sharp pain and couldn't help but scream, then gritted her teeth and sweat beads appeared on her forehead.

"Hey, it's quite endurable." The puppet army officer grinned and ordered his subordinates to set up a fire, pulled out a bayonet to roast it on the fire.

Hiss, Li Yuehua's clothes were torn apart, revealing her white skin. She gritted her teeth with hatred and stared at the traitor, "Beast, you must die a good death."

"When the bayonet is branded on you, you will know what it means to die." The puppet army officer looked at Li Yuehua's chest with a lewd smile.

A team of Japanese and puppet troops emerged from the bend of the river and walked towards this side. The leather boots stepped on the stones by the river, making a loud sound.

Japanese officers looked at this friendly army that suddenly appeared and did not be vigilant. The enemy's net-pull search and suppression were not a straight line, but a more meticulous and complex set. In this case, the Japanese army set up a small group of residual troops behind the front-line net-pull troops to carry out activities. One is to search for fish that escaped the net, and the second is to prevent the opponent from jumping out of the encirclement, make the large net more tight, and make up for its deep configuration.

"Which unit are you? Did you shoot just now?" A Japanese question from afar completely dispelled the Japanese officer's vigilance. He waved his hand to signal the Japanese soldiers beside him to answer loudly, and then asked the puppet army officer to suspend the torture. He waited for the approach of friendly troops with a little reserve.

Guo Longhai tightly held the box cannon in his hand. Because of his tall figure, he could only pretend to be a puppet army and hide behind the "fake Japanese" people, but this would make it easier for him to give orders.

"Prepare for the battle." Guo Longhai lowered his voice and ordered: "Be fierce, be fast, and don't leave any one."

The team members whispered the order, clenched the weapons in their hands, and looked for and stared at their attack targets.
Chapter completed!