The beginning of the silly uncle, the true love is full of the courtyard

At this time, the air in the camp was filled with pungent gunpowder smoke and disgusting bloody smell. The ground was full of craters and bloodstains. The tents that were neat and tidy during the day were now in ruins, with torn cloth swaying in the wind.

Corpses were scattered all over the camp, and the blood flowing from their bodies had dyed the ground beneath them dark red. The screams of the wounded and the wailing of the horses made the entire camp look like hell.

"Captain He, in this battle, we captured a total of 15 enemies, but six of them were seriously injured and may not survive tonight. Conditions are limited, so I can only lock up all the prisoners together! Over there!" Old Xu pointed to a corner of the camp where wailing sounds were constantly coming from.

"Let them die, they are asking for it, no one else can be blamed!" He Pingan waved his hand, looking indifferent. He only cared about whether the robbery was a private act or a joint decision of the group. This was related to his next plan!

"Who among you is the leader? Come out and speak?" Looking at the bewildered crowd, He Ping'an thought they didn't understand, so he asked again: "Who among you dozen people has the highest status? Come out and speak!"

"Captain He, they may not understand Chinese. How about asking Aruhhan and Mutu to translate?" Old Xu looked at the still motionless prisoners and reminded He Ping'an in a low voice.

"Balin, go find Aruhan and Mutu and bring them here!" He Ping'an looked at the captives with sharp eyes. He didn't believe that no one in this group of people could understand Chinese. But what Lao Xu said made sense, and there were some things that he still needed their help!

As for the stubborn captives in front of him, He Pingan decided to try and see whether his bullets were stronger or their words were stronger. Looking at the captives pretending to be stupid, He Pingan took out his pistol, pointed it at a seriously injured captive and pulled the trigger, "bang!"

The captive who was still groaning just now suddenly fell silent. He Ping'an had no intention of stopping his actions. After killing one person, he pointed his gun at another!

"Wait! Although we have been defeated, prisoners also have human rights. I demand that you immediately stop slaughtering us and give us prisoners of war the treatment we deserve in accordance with the provisions of the Geneva Convention!"

"In addition, I would like to ask this gentleman, you Chinese soldiers can treat the Japanese prisoners of war who invaded your country well, and treat the prisoners of the American imperialist coalition forces well. Why are you so cruel to comrades who share the same beliefs? Don't you feel ashamed?"

Battelle had heard that Chinese soldiers had always treated prisoners well. Therefore, after being captured, he threatened the people captured with him with their families to keep their mouths shut. Battelle naively believed that the Chinese were here to do business and would not embarrass him.

This is Outer Mongolia again, and the Chinese are short of manpower. They are likely to ask for some benefits and then release themselves. He Ping'an's ruthlessness shattered Bater's dream and also shocked the other captives. Looking at his comrades who were ready to make a move, Bater had to stand up.

"Oh, you can understand Chinese now! It seems that this bullet can not only kill people, but also help people learn foreign languages! You are right, the Chinese army does treat prisoners well. Is this also the reason why you pretend to be deaf and dumb? You think I dare not touch you, but are you prisoners? You are just a group of robbers who covet our property, robbers, do you understand?"

"Besides, who told you that we are Chinese soldiers? I am a descendant of the Golden Family, a believer in the Eternal Heaven, and a true Mongolian! So, pagans, are you ready?" It is better to let others know than to let others see. He Ping'an didn't want to leave any handle for others in this matter.

"Prepare, prepare for what...?" Bater looked at the crazy He Ping'an and suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Bang, bang, bang..." He Ping'an fired five consecutive shots, sending away all the seriously injured prisoners.

"Now please tell me, who are you and why are you attacking us?" He Ping'an looked at the fear in everyone's eyes and knew that the time was almost right, so he asked the question that concerned him.

"My name is Bater, and I'm Mr. Zabu's guard! All of you who came here this time are Mr. Zabu's men, and they're here for the valuables you carry! As for the rest, I don't know!" Frightened by He Ping'an's madness, Bater said reluctantly

"Zhabu? Who is he, what position does he hold, and where does he live?" He Pingan frowned as he looked at Bater, who was talking a lot of nonsense.

"If you are a coward, don't pretend to be a hero. My patience is limited!" Looking at the hesitant Bater, He Ping'an fired two shots, breaking his knee. Looking at Bater rolling on the ground, wailing in pain, He Ping'an pointed his pistol at the other prisoners: "Bater doesn't want to talk, what about you?"

Just as the captives were looking around and preparing to confess, Balin's voice suddenly came from a distance: "Captain, I found Aruhan and Mutu. You have no idea how good they are at hiding!"

Aruhan and Mutu were lucky and were not accidentally injured by He Ping'an's "stray bullet". Although they drank a lot of wine today, they were still vigilant after years of being in the black market on the China-Mongolia border.

As soon as the gunshots rang out, Aruhan and Balin quickly hid in the hiding place that they had prepared when the black market was first established. When everything was over and calm, the two of them crawled out of the cave in fear, looking at the ruined camp, and they wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Comrade Aruhan, let's..." Mutu was in charge of this black market. Looking at the miserable scene in front of him, he was about to ask Aruhan for his opinion, but a burst of gunfire interrupted him. The two were indeed comrades from the same tribe. When they heard the gunfire, their reactions were surprisingly consistent. They knelt on the ground with their hands on their heads.

"Aruhhan, Mutu, what are you two doing! We have eliminated the enemy, get up quickly and follow me to see our commander!" Balin, who had been running back and forth several times, had long been impatient. He pulled up the two people kneeling on the ground and walked towards the place where the prisoners of war were held.

"Mr. He, I deeply apologize for the attack on the camp! I can assure your elders that Mutu and I knew nothing about it! I even suspect that this was a decision made privately by someone. If Mr. He agrees, I will send someone to find out the news now!"

As Aruhan looked at the miserable captives, an old Chinese saying suddenly popped into his mind: "He who knows the current affairs is a hero."

"Aruhan, my friend! I believe you didn't lie to me, and I believe in your sincerity. So, my friend, can you tell me about Zhabu's situation?" He Ping'an ignored Aruhan, but watched Bater wailing for a while, and shot him back to Changshengtian with a "bang". Then he turned around and looked at Aruhan with a smile on his face.

Aruhan swore that although he had seen a lot of killings and killed people with his own hands, he had never met someone like He Pingan. He quickly told He Pingan all the information he knew. Looking at the frowning He Pingan, he decided that he would never deal with this devil again.

With Aruhan's explanation and Bater's tragic death, the captives no longer concealed anything and rushed to tell everything they knew. They were afraid that they would be a step behind and end up like Bater. Unfortunately, sometimes the dead are more useful than the living. From the beginning, He Ping'an had no intention of letting them go.

"Bahrain, I'll leave these people to you! Aruhhan, my friend, I know that the Mongolians are the most loyal people. Your friend is in trouble now, you will definitely lend a helping hand, right?" Now that he had figured out the ins and outs of the matter, He Ping'an naturally began to plan the next step.