The path in the valley turned into a bloody path, a path of death. Most people would not move anymore, only a dozen injured people were still screaming and wailing on the side of the road, rolling around. The last puppet soldier who was unharmed hid behind the corpses beside him, and had already wet his pants. He had collapsed long ago. It happened too suddenly and passed too quickly. In just a few minutes, when he finally decided to escape at all costs, he didn't know that he was the only one who hadn't been shot.
He threw away the sack, the gun, everything, wishing he could be as light as a feather and blown away by the wind. He didn't care where the enemy's guns were or how many enemies there were, he just stood up, didn't look at anything, just stared at the path he came from, and started running for his life.
He joined the Imperial Army just to make a living, to have enough to eat, to eat well, just like thousands of other numb people, he just wanted to survive. This was not the battle he wanted, nor was it his ideal. He joined the search team because he was afraid of death, avoiding the opportunity to go to the battlefield, but he ran into the gun because of it.
Da—the fatal gunshot rang out again. A bullet flew past him and hit the roadside at his feet, splashing dust.
It is not easy to hit a moving target. Although Hu Yi at the top of the slope was only about a hundred meters away from the path below, the shot missed.
Hu Yi mechanically aimed at the running figure again and pulled the trigger again. Click—stuck! The primer of the problematic bullet failed to be fired by the firing pin and got stuck in the chamber. Hu Yi quickly pulled the bolt repeatedly, trying to get the dud bullet out. While he was busy, suddenly two gunshots came from below, and the last target that could still run away disappeared from Ma Liang's Mauser pistol.
Hu Yi handed the machine gun to Luo Fugui, asked him and Xiao Hongying to stay on the top of the slope, and went down the valley himself.
Ma Liang stood on the path, holding a Mauser pistol, looking at the scene so close, a little stunned. We did it? The battle is over? Is this true? Looking at the seriously injured enemy still groaning and squirming not far away, he still couldn't believe it was true.
"The battle is not over yet, hold up your gun!" Ma Liang came to his senses after hearing Hu Yi's stern reminder, and found that Hu Yi had already gone down the slope and came to the blood-red path.
Ma Liang didn't understand, but he raised his gun again. Not only Ma Liang, but also Luo Fugui and Xiao Hongying on the mountain didn't understand. The fighting was over, the guns had stopped, and only a few injured people were still wriggling. There was no threat at all. What were they waiting for? Especially Luo Fugui, who was so anxious that he thought, "God damn it, clean up the battlefield quickly. Not to mention the guns and ammunition on the ground, those short-lived ghosts might still have a lot of money in their pockets. You didn't even let me go down. What are you trying to do, Hu Yi? Are you going to fish it out first? Are you so anxious?"
Ma Liang was at the scene and watched Hu Yi pick up a Type 38 rifle with a bayonet on it from the ground, pull the bolt to look at the bullets in the magazine, then load the bullet into the chamber, look around, stroll to one end of the battlefield, raise the bayonet, and stab it into the vital part of the first corpse with a "puff", then pull it out and stab the next one, following suit one by one.
Finally, it was the turn of the first wounded, a puppet soldier, whose right shoulder was shattered by a bullet. He lay on his back on the ground groaning in pain, but saw the bayonet, which was dripping with blood, moved to his chest. "Oh, ah, spare me, I am not a devil, I am just helping to carry things, spare me, no, no, I... ah—"
Ma Liang's eyelids twitched and his whole body went numb. Hu Yi's cold face remained unchanged. He turned a deaf ear to the miserable dying pleas and pulled the bayonet out of his still chest as if nothing had happened. He let the blood spurt out from the blade and continued to stab the next one. He moved forward step by step, one by one, in order, regardless of life or death, either in the chest or in the back, every time stabbing the heart. He didn't look like he was on the battlefield, not like a soldier, but more like a worker in a factory workshop, mechanically repeating a dull and boring job.
When Hu Yi pulled out his bayonet for the forty-fifth time, the last wounded puppet soldier had already crawled out dozens of meters, some distance away from this hell that was still bleeding. He was shot in the abdomen and could no longer stand up. He watched helplessly as the devil used his bayonet to kill everyone alive. The bloody scene made him cry. He didn't want to die, but he couldn't stand up, so he crawled with all his strength, crying as he crawled. He thought that the farther he crawled, the safer he would be. He thought that as long as he crawled far enough, he could escape from the bloody bayonet in the devil's hand.
Hu Yi stopped, he did not chase the body that had already crawled dozens of meters away. At this moment, not only Ma Liang, but also Xiao Hongying and Luo Fugui on the slope let out a long breath, and instantly let go of their tightly clenched hearts. Although they knew that they were all enemies, the three of them began to sympathize with these people subconsciously, perhaps because they felt that Hu Yi was too cruel and too insensitive, or perhaps because the dying pleas and cries touched their hearts. No matter what the reason, the three of them felt fortunate that Hu Yi stopped, and pitied the guy who was crying and crawling.
Bang! The sound of gunfire suddenly awakened the dazed nerves of Ma Liang and the other two. A bullet hit the puppet soldier's back, pierced through his heart, and disappeared into the ground. The crying stopped abruptly, leaving only a stiff crawling posture.
Before the gun smoke from the muzzle had cleared, Hu Yi took off the blood-red bayonet from the gun and carefully wiped the blade on the back of a corpse, wiping off the blood and making it glow with a faint metallic cold light again. He then pulled off the bayonet sheath from the corpse and tied it behind his waist, sheathing the knife. Then he shouted to the slope: "What are you still standing there for? Come down and clean up the battlefield."
So this is the end of the battle! When shooting, Ma Liang just felt nervous and his whole body was stiff, without any other feeling. But after watching Hu Yi perform this slaughter in front of him and the blood all over the ground, Ma Liang felt his legs go weak and his internal organs churn. He bent down and knelt on the ground involuntarily, and began to vomit, unable to stop.
Hu Yi had already shouted, but Luo Fugui didn't move. Damn it, he is not a human being, he is definitely not a human being, he has no heart, he is an evil ghost, he is unforgivable. I won't go down, God knows if he is possessed by a demon, what if he gets blind and stabs me with a bayonet? Stabbing him alive, stabbing him bloody, my heart is about to jump out of my throat, but he is still fine. I won't go down, I will not go down without knowing the situation.
Xiao Hongying has a child's heart. Her mind is not complicated. This bloody scene did frighten and confuse her, but when Hu Yi's shout sounded, she was the first to feel happy. We won! The fox is not dead! The enemies are all dead! We killed all the enemies! I have a brave fox, a fierce fox, an invincible fox!
A pair of pigtails fluttered in the wind as she ran down the hillside happily...