Crossing North Korea, I became a US soldier, and my opponent was my grandfather.

Walking in the northern part of the peninsula, it was even more dilapidated than the first time I went north. The once prosperous towns had turned into rubble.

They were resting on a hillside, and the sentry reported: "There's someone there."

Qiao Youzhi ran over with Ivan.

Six civilians dug out several pockets of things that had been in the cellar from the ruined village.

Just then, the roar of fighter jets was heard from the sky.

Four fighter planes chased six civilians and strafed them. When the civilians were completely motionless, the fighter planes flew away triumphantly, shaking their wings in victory.

Soon after, two more bombers came and dropped another series of bombs on the ruined village, turning the old ruins into new ruins.

Several leaders of the US reconnaissance team were stunned.

"What is the Air Force doing?" Captain Jefferson was puzzled. "Why is such a target worth bombing?"

"No wonder we can't get effective air support on the front line. These bastards are bombing these useless targets." Lieutenant Ed of the 1st Cavalry Division was very dissatisfied.

"The American people's tax money." Ivan muttered.

"Gentlemen, now that you've rested enough, let's set off. These are not things we can control," Qiao Youzhi urged.

Jefferson took three soldiers to explore the way and check the village that was still smoking.

After sending out a safety signal, Qiao Youzhi led a large group of people down the mountain.

The six villagers were in pieces, with only some corn cobs and potatoes in their pockets.

Say goodbye to this village and move on.

We walked more than fifty miles a day, not very fast, mainly because we had to stay hidden and avoid US air raids. These bastards had a high rate of accidental bombings.

We arrived at a small village in the evening and camped.

Jefferson had just finished arranging the sentries and before he could catch his breath, the sentries hurriedly reported: "Someone was spotted in the woods to the east."

Jefferson and Qiao Youzhi led their men to surround them.

About 200 villagers were surrounded by a group of gunmen.

The villagers were extremely frightened when facing the cold muzzles of guns.

A gunman in his thirties was beating a man in his forties, muttering hysterically: "Are you going to tell the story or not? Tell it quickly, or I'll kill you." Then there was the sound of the butt of the gun hitting the man's body.

The man lay on the ground, not even having the strength to sit up: "Really, there is no one. There is no one you are looking for. They are all ordinary people."

The man with the gun kicked the man again, knocking him unconscious.

An old man in his fifties with a gray beard was pulled out of the crowd, with a gun pointed at his forehead: "Tell me, who is it?"

The old man with white beard said in a trembling voice: "We are all villagers and farmers. We don't have what you are looking for."

The man with the gun pulled the trigger without mercy, and the old man with a white beard lay in a pool of blood.

There were cries from the crowd.

The gunman fired two shots into the air: "Don't cry."

The crying stopped temporarily, but the sobbing was still there.

The gunman screamed like crazy: "Well, no, you have provided them with food and food, which is also an unforgivable crime!"

The villagers became even more frightened.

The gunman waved his hand, and the wolf-like men grabbed a few girls and ripped off their clothes in front of the villagers, continuing to threaten: "I'll give you a chance. Tell me who funded those poor people. I will only choose ten people. The first ten who tell me will be spared."

The villagers were afraid and no one answered him.

The guy with the gun laughed lewdly: "Now I will only choose five, and the first five who tell me will be spared."

The villagers looked at each other, the sobbing stopped, and it became so quiet that it was frightening.

Seeing this, the man with the gun laughed: "Three, the first three tell me, and I will spare their lives."

None of the villagers came out.

The man with the gun snorted and pointed at the men holding the girl: "They are yours now. Show them right here what happens when you help a poor guy."

The villagers closed their eyes.

Several girls screamed heart-wrenchingly.

A girl bit a jerk's finger and couldn't let go because of extreme fear.

The bastard couldn't be shaken off, so he took out a dagger and cut the girl's throat in a frenzy.

When the girl died, there was still a piece of that bastard's finger in her mouth.

The people were now completely trapped in despair. The group of bastards with guns dragged all the young women aside like wild beasts, and drove the remaining children and elderly people into the deep pit at the back.

They grabbed a shovel and started filling the pit with soil, intending to bury the villagers alive.

The American reconnaissance team outside couldn't stand it anymore.

With a gesture from Jefferson, American soldiers rushed out from all directions and took control of the situation.

These bastards were so frightened when their guns were confiscated that they thought the Northern Army guerrillas had come back to kill them. But when they saw that it was the American Army, they immediately became arrogant again.

Qiao Youzhi walked up and found the leader. Without even saying a word, he pointed at the person on the ground and asked him what was going on.

The leading bastard explained: "My name is Park Yisheng. We are from Han Country, the vanguard of the Masuyoumi organization. Our mission is to search for the Northern Army hiding among the people, as well as those who have helped the Northern Army."

Qiao Youzhi probably understood, and the Homecoming Group did not say anything either.

Ivan cried out, "Oh, God."

Qiao Youzhi, Jefferson and Ed ran over and took a deep breath. In front of them were more than a hundred corpses, some shot to death, some hacked to death, and some dismembered. There were more than twenty naked women with knife wounds all over their bodies, and some with their stomachs cut open.

Ivan crossed himself, returned to the bastard Park Yi-seung, and asked through gritted teeth, "You did it?"

Park Yisheng was somewhat proud: "Yes, they are all family members of the Northern Army, and their blood was stained with the blood of our Mihan soldiers in the previous battles."

Ivan swung his fist and knocked out two of his front teeth.

Park Il-seung spat out blood and defended himself: "We are allies."

Jefferson shook his head; "We have no allies like you do."

Qiao Youzhi asked them to line up and march them to the pile of corpses: "Kneel down."

Park Il-seong sensed something was wrong and stood up and tried to run.

Ivan shot him to the ground, then walked up to him, aimed at his head and was about to shoot.

Qiao Youzhi stopped him: "Ivan, you are a pastor, you are there to save people, you can't kill people. What would God think if he knew?"

"Will God know what happened in this desolate mountain? Even if he knows, I will explain it to God myself." Ivan said very calmly, and then he shot Park Il-seong in the head even calmer.

Qiao Youzhi stopped a short guy. When the girls were arrested just now, this guy was the most ruthless. When the American soldiers showed up, he even took off his pants. Qiao Youzhi searched him for a badge and asked, "Are you Japanese?"

The man looked flustered and tried his best to deny: "No, I am from Han country."

Qiao Youzhi held up the badge and said, "This belongs to the Yamada family. Don't think I don't know anything. Have you forgotten that Japan is now ruled by the United States?"

"I picked it up." The boy denied it vehemently.

Qiao Youzhi ordered people to take off his shoes, and those feet were irrefutable evidence.

"Captain Jefferson." Qiao Youzhi shouted.

Jefferson fought in the Pacific battlefield and interrogated Japanese soldiers after being injured. At that time, the Japanese soldiers were extremely crazy. They would hide grenades on their bodies at any time and would fight to the death when they saw Americans.

Later, for safety reasons, all Japanese soldiers were not allowed to wear clothes. Jefferson would never forget this kind of foot. When he saw that bastard, he couldn't help but curse: "Devil."

The bastard raised his head and glared at Jefferson fiercely.

Jefferson didn't give in either. He pulled out his pistol, pointed it at his eyes and shot him.

Then he ordered all these bastards to be executed.

Ivan used up all the bullets in his submachine gun in one breath, but he still wasn't satisfied.