Sorrow for their misfortune, anger for their incompetence!
If one were to describe Ye Xuan's feelings in one sentence, it would be the most appropriate one.
Five or six hundred people, facing the Japanese soldiers who outnumbered them by a hundred times, all of them raised their hands and surrendered. Especially the ten-odd national soldiers who were holding guns. Ye Xuan did not know what to say anymore. Ordinary people could be forgiven for surrendering because they were unarmed. However, the ten-odd national soldiers who had not fired a single shot had raised their guns high. In Ye Xuan's eyes, it was a mockery.
The Japanese soldiers slowly walked in. Wherever they passed, the commoners all raised their hands high and retreated with fear on their faces. The originally dense crowd suddenly dispersed to create an open space, allowing the six Japanese soldiers to enter.
The six Japanese soldiers clenched their guns tightly. Looking at the black crowd in the church, their breathing began to quicken. The captain of the Japanese soldiers looked at the surrounding people and soldiers with their hands raised in the air. He whispered to another Japanese soldier beside him, "Hurry up and call for reinforcements!"
"Yes!" The Japanese soldier also glanced nervously at the people in the church and the dozens of guns in the air. He quickly turned around and rushed toward the door of the church.
Suddenly, just as the Japanese soldier was about to rush out, the door of the church suddenly moved on its own and closed with a bang.
The door of the church suddenly closed automatically, causing the nervous Japanese soldiers to panic. They raised the guns in their hands and gestured in all directions.
"Captain, the door is closed. It can't be opened!" The Japanese soldier who was sent to call for reinforcements shouted in a panic.
"Baka! Who? Come out! " The captain of the small team pointed his gun at the people in front of him. Wherever the muzzle was pointed, countless screams could be heard. The people hurried to hide.
Suddenly, the crowd at the back was separated. A 1.8-meter-tall young man in a gray robe calmly walked out of the crowd.
"Baka! That damned Chinaman, was it you who … "
Before the captain of the small team could finish cursing, a silver light suddenly flashed in front of him. The captain suddenly felt that he could not speak. Then, he saw blood in front of him. The world in his eyes was upside down, and his consciousness fell into darkness.
Chi! — —
The commoners at the side suddenly saw a podao appear in the young man's hand. Then, the squad leader's head suddenly tilted and fell off his neck. Blood gushed out of his neck like a fountain into the air, sprinkling down like rain. The squad leader's headless body swayed for a moment before falling to the ground with a thud.
"Ah! — — "
The civilians around the squad leader were stunned. Only when a middle-aged woman was sprayed by the blood that spurted out from the captain's neck did everyone come back to their senses. They screamed and retreated in panic, causing a commotion among the crowd.
"Baka! Fire! Shoot him! … "
At this time, the remaining five Japanese soldiers also came back to their senses. Looking at the squad leader who was lying on the ground without a head, they roared. All of them raised their guns and fired at the young man standing in front of them.
Bang! Bang! Bang! — —
A series of sounds of bullets being fired rang in the church, and countless bullets poured down on the young man's body.
Looking at the bullets shooting out of the muzzles toward the young man, the commoners around them could not help but close their eyes in shock and fear. They did not dare to see the tragic scene of the young man being turned into a sieve. In their minds, no one's body could withstand a bullet.
When the Japanese soldiers saw the Chinese man standing motionlessly under the muzzle of their guns, they were overjoyed. They could already imagine the outcome of this arrogant Chinese man being pierced by dozens of bullets. As long as they thought of this Chinese man who killed the squad leader falling down in front of them while covered in blood, these Japanese soldiers couldn't help but reveal a cruel smile on their faces.
But at the next moment. The smiles on the Japanese soldiers' faces froze, and they even stopped pulling the trigger.
It was not only him. The hundreds of people in the entire church all stared with their eyes wide open. They looked at the young man who stood under the muzzles of the Japanese soldiers, thinking that he would definitely die.
Because they saw a scene that they would never forget for the rest of their lives!
Dozens of bullets that should have pierced through the young man's body stopped strangely in front of him. It was as if they were being held by an invisible hand. They did not move up or down, nor did they move forward. They formed a strange pattern that floated in front of the young man.
Faced with this situation, the young man was as calm as if he was eating or drinking. He looked at the bullets that were floating in front of him and glanced at the Japanese soldiers in front of him. He then raised his left hand, bent his thumb and middle finger slightly, and made a finger snap gesture.
"Devil, this Chinese is a devil …" A Japanese soldier suddenly shouted frantically. He raised the gun in his hand and was about to shoot again.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! — —
However, before he could finish speaking, the young man's fingers flicked the four bullets in front of him. The four bullets looked as if they had really been shot out of the gun's barrel. Four sharp sounds pierced through the air as they mercilessly shot into the space between the four Japanese soldiers' eyebrows.
Before the four Japanese soldiers could say their last words, their brains were directly destroyed. A stream of blood mixed with brain matter flowed out of the small hole between their eyebrows. Their eyes widened and they fell to the ground.
"Ah!" Seeing the other four comrades fall in front of him, the last Japanese soldier who was originally called by the team leader to open the door looked at the young man in front of him who was like a god descending to earth. He screamed in horror. His hand trembled and he actually dropped the gun in his hand. He fell to the ground and looked at the young man in horror.
Looking at the last Japanese soldier sitting on the ground, Ye Xuan raised his eyebrows. With a thought, the bullets that were originally floating in front of him suddenly fell to the ground as if they had lost their strength.
"What's your name?" Ye Xuan glanced at the five Japanese soldiers' bodies on the ground and asked the Japanese soldier sitting on the ground in Japanese.
"I, I, I am Kadokawa, Kadokawa Masao!" Kadokawa Masao did not expect the devil in front of him to speak Japanese and answered in horror.
Hearing Kadokawa Masao's answer, Ye Xuan was stunned. He did not expect to meet one of the protagonists of this movie.
He raised his eyebrows and continued to ask, "What year and day is today?"
Kadokawa was stunned for a moment. He did not know why the young man in front of him would ask such a question. However, seeing that the young man did not intend to kill him for the time being, he thought for a moment and said, "Today is December 13, 1937!"
December 13, 1937? That meant that Nanjing had already been breached and the Japanese had already entered the city.
Frowning, Ye Xuan looked at Kadokawa. "Which Japanese unit are you from, and who is in charge?"
"I belong to the 16th Division of the Shanghai Dispatch Team. My commanding officer is General Nakajima Jinzao!" Kadokawa did not play any tricks and answered Ye Xuan's question honestly.
Nakajima Jinzao?! Hearing this name, Ye Xuan quickly remembered that he had seen this person's information before. This person was one of the main culprits of the Nanjing Massacre along with Asaka Palace King Kuyan, Itsune Matsui, and Tani Shoufu. At the same time, Nakajima Jinzao and Asaka Palace King Kuyan both escaped post-war trial. The difference was that Asaka Palace King Kuyan escaped alive while Nakajima Jinzao died in 1945.
"Where is Nakajima Jinzao now?" Naturally, Ye Xuan did not want to let go of this notorious executioner. His eyes flashed coldly as he asked.
"I, I, I don't know!" Kadokawa was shocked when he saw Ye Xuan's expression. He immediately realized why Ye Xuan would ask this question and shook his head with a pale face.
Seeing Kadokawa's expression, Ye Xuan's lips curled into a cold smile. He shook his head, then turned around and walked toward the people behind him.
Seeing that Ye Xuan had actually turned around, Kadokawa was overjoyed. Just as he was about to get up from the ground and escape, a cold light flashed before his eyes.
Puff! — —
A long podao directly pierced through his chest, and the bloody blade came out from his back, directly nailing him to the ground.
Kadokawa's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at the long knife in his chest. He wanted to shout, but not a single sound came out. Blood spurted out of his mouth along with pieces of his heart. He opened his mouth unwillingly, then his head tilted to the side. He was dead!
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