Chapter 119: Wolf Pack Bloodbath in Mengga Village

  Mangga Village, a small village with only twenty or thirty households, is the only place on the western slope of Songshan Mountain where travelers can rest and have a meal. It is far from the town and highway, and most villagers here make a living by providing fodder for horses and food and drink for horse drivers who pass through.

  Few horse teams stay overnight in the village, basically they all leave after eating and drinking enough to feed the mules, unless they miss the timing, the horse teams that arrive here at dusk will reluctantly stay for a night, fearing wild beasts in the mountains, and set off again at dawn.

  Although the village is very small, its geographical location is special, so it is marked on the map. The village that Dong Limao saw on the map was this small Mengga Village.

  There are many roads entering the village from the west, but there is only one road going east into the mountains.

  The Wild Wolf Dare-to-Die Corps led by Matsushita Nagayoshi chose to gather in this small village of Mengga, which was one of the steps they planned for Operation Chashan.

  Generally, a horse team has more horses than people, but this time the horse team that arrived at the village had more people than horses. Although it looked like a regular horse team, they came from different directions in batches from the west, which surprised the villagers. What's even more surprising is that this horse team with more people than horses only rested on a large grassland at the entrance of the village and did not plan to stay in any villager's home, and the horses were not unloaded.

  Before the war, many horse caravans passed through the village every day. After the outbreak of war, the number of passing horse caravans decreased day by day, especially in recent days, no horse caravan was seen passing through the village for several days. Without the horse caravans passing through, the villagers' livelihood became a problem. Finally, a large group of horse caravans arrived, but they did not enter the village to buy fodder and food for their mules. As a result, the villagers took the initiative to go to the grassland at the entrance of the village to solicit business. At first, the villagers just quietly watched from the side.

  This group of horsemen didn't seem like ordinary horse drivers, they wouldn't proactively flirt with the village girls. They seemed to be very organized and disciplined, all sitting in groups of over ten on the grassland, with mules tied to trees beside them, as if the goods loaded on the mules were extremely valuable and they didn't dare leave their side. Each of them took out dry rations and water from their bodies, eating and drinking silently without a word.

  The village chief, unable to bear the words of a few villagers, could only put on a smiling face and walk up to chat with them, but no one paid attention to him. So he just did what he usually did when the horse driver didn't respond to him - he cheerfully talked to the livestock as if they were easier to communicate with than humans.

  The village head walked over to the mules tied up under a tree, stroked the head of a grey mule with his hand and started talking as if he had met an old friend.

  The village chief's action immediately alerted the dozen or so people sitting on the grass eating dry rations, and two of them stood up and walked towards him.

  "Your mules are too tired, they need to be fed and given salt water, or else they won't be able to get over the mountain ahead." The village head saw that someone had finally come, cracked open his mouth, revealing a full set of black teeth, and kindly reminded the horse driver. Of course, his purpose in saying this was none other than to persuade the horse driver to buy fodder from the village.

  One of them rushed up and shouted loudly: "Baga!" A palm pushed open the village chief.

  The village chief was used to hearing all sorts of dialects from all directions, but he had never heard anyone say "Ba Gua" as soon as they opened their mouth. He still smiled and said: "Big brother, judging by your accent, you should be from Southeast Asia, right? Your horse is carrying..." As he spoke, he reached out to pat the sack on the horse's back, but before his hand even touched the sack, the man who pushed him suddenly kicked out with one foot, kicking the village chief in the chest and sending him flying two or three meters away. He lay on the ground, spitting up a mouthful of blood, struggling to get up and pointing at the man who had kicked him: "You... why are you hitting people?"

  The villagers saw the village chief being beaten by the horsemen, and they all shouted out in anger. Several young and strong men rushed over, one of whom seemed to be the village chief's son, shouting: "Why are you beating my father..."

  Matsushita Chōki and several squad leaders sat under a tree, looking at a map. Hearing the shouting, he looked up and saw that the villagers were coming towards them in a frenzy. Some people rushed straight to the mules, seemingly wanting to grab something from their backs. He immediately gave orders to his subordinates: "Two squads surround the village! The rest of you surround those people! Slaughter them with knives! Don't let one escape! No shooting allowed!"

  Upon hearing Matsumoto Nagayoshi's order, several squad leaders around him also shouted loudly, and in an instant, more than 100 people rushed towards the village, guarding the roads to the front, back, left, and right. Some of them entered the village, and from their actions, it can be seen that they were well-trained, with two men forming a pair, directly entering each household in the village.

  The villagers on the grassland, feeling something was wrong, began to turn around and shout as they fled in all directions. But it was too late. The group of thugs under Matsushita Nagayoshi's command, who were more terrifying than wild wolves, once given the order to kill, became extremely excited, their faces twisted with ferocity, and let out a chorus of wails as they pulled out daggers from their bodies, dispersed, and surrounded over a hundred villagers. Almost two against one, regardless of age or sex, anyone who could run or shout was either beheaded or stabbed in the chest, leaving a bloody hole. Even when it came to five- or six-year-old children, they didn't even use knives - they simply twisted their necks or lifted them above their heads and slammed them down onto their thighs with great force. After finishing, they laughed maniacally towards the sky.

  This was a battle with the most disproportionate power in history, and the villagers, men and women, young and old, had almost no ability to fight back. At first, you could still hear the women's screams and the children's loud crying, but within less than a minute, everything returned to calmness, and the grassland was filled with the corpses of the slaughtered villagers.

  The old, weak, sick and women and children did not go to the grass at the village entrance to watch the excitement, but stayed at home. However, they were almost simultaneously killed. When they heard the tragic cries from the village entrance, some people looked out from their own building, but before they could understand what was happening, they were killed by the dare-to-die team members who rushed into the house with knives.

  These beasts are truly bloodthirsty, as long as they see people, regardless of whether they are old and unable to move or infants still sucking milk in their mother's arms, they will hunt them down. Everyone in the village, as long as they were at home that day, not a single one was spared.

  The massacre ended quickly, in less than ten minutes, inside and outside the village, not a single person was left alive. A village that was once full of life and vitality suddenly became a dead and bloody village.

  Matsushita Chōka seemed to be very satisfied with this efficient killing method, a sly smile appeared on his face, he glanced at the grassland filled with corpses around him, and ordered several of his subordinates: "We can't stay here for long, let's set off ahead of schedule!"

  The several battalion commanders around him immediately gathered their subordinates and set off.

  Matsushita Nagayoshi was a very cautious person. He not only arranged for someone to scout ahead, but also left a secret sentinel behind to prevent anyone from following him.

  However, Liu Yuzong's scouting team was not to be underestimated either. They were very experienced and seemed to have anticipated the little devils' move beforehand. Therefore, they did not follow too closely and always kept a certain distance from Matsushita Chokai and his men. Moreover, they did not take the main road but instead followed them through the dense forests or steep cliffs above the road. As a result, the ambush set up by Matsushita Chokai at the back was rendered useless.

  Liu Yuzong and his men also split up into several groups to follow them to Mengga Village.

  Just as Matsushita Nagahisa and his men were resting and replenishing their food, Liu Yuzhen's scouting troops were scattered on several hills. Although they couldn't communicate with each other through language, they could see each other's positions with binoculars and exchange gestures.

  Liu Yudong's hill is on the east side of the village, still more than three miles away from the village. He and several scouts climbed up a big tree to observe the village with binoculars.

  According to Dong Li Mao's judgment, Song Xiaolong and others would wait until nightfall before making a move in the village, but unexpectedly, an accident occurred.

  Liu Yudong and his men saw the person giving orders through binoculars, and after that person shouted a few times, they witnessed the massacre in the village. Every soldier's palms were sweating with anxiety, eager to charge down the mountain and fight those inhumane beasts. Liu Yudong saw soldiers on other mountains gesturing, asking if they should go rescue the villagers. Liu Yudong's eyes welled up with tears as he knew that even if his reconnaissance team charged down the mountain, they wouldn't be able to save the villagers' lives and would instead alert the enemy, ruining their entire ambush plan. For the greater good, Liu Yudong had to suppress his immense sorrow and gestured for the soldiers on other mountains not to make any rash moves. In less than ten minutes of slaughter, every soldier in the reconnaissance team was almost boiling with rage, with a few biting their lower lips until they bled.

  For a soldier, there is probably no more painful thing than watching his compatriots being slaughtered and being unable to rescue them!

  Liu Yuzong and his men waited until the last scout had followed the main force and left, before they came down from the mountain ridge.

  All the warriors rushed to Liu Yuzhuang's side and questioned him: "Squad leader, why didn't you let us take action? Look... they don't even spare children!"

  Liu Yudong's eyes were streaming with tears, his bloodshot eyes staring wildly as he bellowed: "Do you think I'm feeling good about this?! I also have a father and mother, brothers and sisters! If I gave the order to fight these beasts, we wouldn't be able to completely eliminate them!" He suppressed his grief, slowing down his tone: "Brothers! The company commander has set up an ambush ahead, and this pack of wolves is heading straight into our trap. Our final task is to tighten the noose! They owe a debt in blood to our fellow villagers, and it's about to be repaid! Have you all seen the one who gave the order? Remember his face! We'll take him alive later! I want him to know what it means to live worse than death!" Wiping away tears, Liu Yudong grabbed the walkie-talkie and called Dong Li Mao.