"Give me the knife!" As he spoke, Wang Lichun walked directly to Zhang Dayong, took the big knife directly from his hand, and then walked to the last Japanese.

There was no color on the face of the remaining Japs, and the blood in the wounds on his lower body had solidified. Seeing Wang Lichun walking up to him with a big knife, he subconsciously shivered, and wanted to dodge backwards, but was tied to the willow tree.

There is no place to hide.

"Grandson, it's your turn!" Wang Lichun smiled, raised his right hand, and the big knife in his hand fell on the devil's shoulder. The sharp and cold blade was pressed against the devil's neck, making the devil shiver involuntarily.

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"Devil, you are the devil, you are definitely the devil!" The last devil was frightened, especially when he saw the blood-stained smile on Wang Lichun's face, which was ferocious and terrifying, his pupils were constricted, his blood was cold, and he was mumbling.

Damn.

When Wang Lichun heard the devil say this about himself, Wang Lichun smiled instead of getting angry: "You are wrong. It is not popular in China to talk about devil. That is what you devils say. In China, I am called the King of Hell. I would rather you say that I am the King of Hell."

, the living Yama who lives in this world to harvest the lives of you little devils!"

In his excitement, he forgot to speak Japanese. As a result, the Japanese did not understand what he said, but the twelve puppet soldiers were frightened and felt chills on the back of their necks.

I won’t talk about the three dead Japs who were castrated, had their knees broken, and their fingers cut off. I will just say that the ways of their deaths were directly or indirectly related to Wang Lichun. The first one was burned alive; the second one was burned alive.

The stick was inserted into the anus, and he was killed by eleven puppet soldiers together with only half a breath left. The death was so cruel that it is indescribable, and it all came from Wang Lichun's words.

The third one was better. He didn't suffer so many crimes. He only suffered an unknown number of knives. But the problem was that Wang Lichun killed this Japs himself, and Wang Lichun did not let him go after his death. He chopped the corpse to pieces.

Vague.

In China, it is very important that people die and be buried in peace. Very few people would do such a thing as whipping corpses, but today Wang Lichun did it, and he did it very thoroughly and crazy! Such people now claim to be living hell, who knows?

Is there any title that suits him better than this?

At this moment, Wang Lichun could not have imagined that his temporary joke about claiming to be a living Yama would actually make him famous and infamous.

Back to the main story, Wang Lichun realized that he had not used Japanese, so he spoke to the last Japanese specifically in Japanese. He spoke very slowly. While talking, he looked at the expression on the Japanese's face. He noticed that the Japanese was frightened and frightened.

The expression on his face would make him even more excited, something he had never noticed before.

Li Yunbiao noticed Wang Lichun's change, came to Wang Lichun, and said with some worry: "Political Commissar, it seems that this is really your first time to kill someone, and you have been greatly stimulated. You can't do this again.

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He was right, Wang Lichun had indeed entered a kind of morbid state at this moment. The stimulation he received did not start from the killing of the Japanese with his own hands just now. He was stimulated when he saw the razed Wolong Village and the tragic death of the villagers.

The severe stimulation, coupled with the reaction after the first murder, changed his character from one extreme to another. This kind of change often occurs in wars, but Wang Lichun doesn't know it yet.

Hearing Li Yunbiao's words, Wang Lichun shook his head nonchalantly: "Fourth Leader, what's wrong with this? The little devils are harming our fellow villagers, and I will kill them to let them know that God is watching what they do.

Collect it from me!"

Hearing the determination and excitement in Wang Lichun's words, Li Yunbiao shook his head, turned around and left without further persuasion.

"I, I ask for seppuku! Please fulfill the last wish of a soldier of the Imperial Japanese Empire, please!" The last line of defense in the Japanese heart finally collapsed, facing Wang Lichun who became cold-blooded and ruthless and took pleasure in killing Japanese soldiers.

, made his last request...

In Japan, where the spirit of Bushido is popular, committing seppuku is regarded as the most noble way of death for samurai. They believe that it is an honorable service and the soul returns to the embrace of the great god. Wang Lichun naturally knew these things, and snorted with disdain: "Hey, by the way

What should I promise you? When you slaughtered the Chinese people, did you ever think that one day you would even commit seppuku? Did you think I would let you die so happily? You committed seppuku, bah!"

After spitting in the opponent's face, Wang Lichun inserted the knife into the Japs shoulder, then released his hands, spat into the palms of his hands and rubbed them, then he held the handle of the knife with both hands and twisted it hard, and blood flowed from it again.

The devil sprayed out and onto his face.

Seeing Wang Lichun sticking out his tongue and licking the blood from the corner of his mouth, with an excited look on his face, the devil's spirit also collapsed. He howled, shouted, and cursed: "Devil, you devil, even if I die,

I will curse you and curse you to a bad death!"

"Curse? If this thing were to work, how many of you beasts would still be alive today?" Wang Lichun suddenly pulled out his big knife, and actually brought out some minced meat, and then inserted the knife into the ghost's other shoulder, and then

He twisted hard again, "I don't know how many Chinese people you have killed before, but for the twenty-five fellow villagers in Wolong Village, I will avenge their hatred for them. I will drill twenty-five bloody holes in your body."

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Wang Lichun's eyes, the expression on his face, and the movements on his body at this moment made the soldiers in Hujuling and the twelve puppet soldiers feel chilly in their hearts. They unconsciously moved their steps and distanced themselves from him. Even they

They all felt that Wang Lichun became extremely scary at this moment.

Zhang Dayong kept swallowing the saliva and muttered: "What the third master said is indeed correct at all. This cultural man is so ruthless, it's really fucking scary!"

Wang Lichun did not notice the reaction of the people behind him. He was now completely immersed in the excitement of killing the Japanese. When he pulled out the knife and was about to insert the knife into the Japanese's body again, Gouzi's voice suddenly came from behind:

"Brother Wang, that's enough! You have already avenged my mother's revenge and the villagers' revenge. Stop torturing him. How about you wake up a little? Coyotito is very scared when he sees you like this!"

Gouzi was woken up by Li Yunbiao, told him that Wang Lichun's appearance was inappropriate, and taught him these words.

Hearing Gouzi's voice, Wang Lichun trembled. He felt that in his own world, the innocent souls of the villagers in Wolong Village had dissipated with Gouzi's voice, and he finally woke up and returned to normal.

Taking a deep breath, he chopped off the head of the Japanese man in front of him with a knife, whose features were almost squeezed together due to pain. He weakly threw the big knife aside and walked to Gouzi.

"I'm sorry, I scared you." After gently touching Gouzi's head, Wang Lichun smiled. His smile returned to normal, and then he turned to Li Yunbiao, "Fourth Leader, thank you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't even know myself.

What will it become?”

"It's okay, we are all brothers. Just wake up." Li Yunbiao patted Wang Lichun on the shoulder and breathed a sigh of relief.

Only then did the soldiers from Hujuling dare to surround them. Zhang Dayong asked tentatively: "Political Commissar, are you really okay?"

Seeing the worries on everyone's faces, Wang Lichun felt warm in his heart and nodded: "I'm fine. I scared you just now. I'm sorry."

"Tch, with your small body, you have only killed two Japanese in all the days you have been in the army. Can you scare me, Zhang Dayong?"

"Come on, I saw you swallowing your saliva in fear just now, and now you are still refusing to admit it!"

"I don't. I'm famously brave. I dared to sleep in a cemetery when I was a child. How could I be scared? I can't even swallow my saliva. You must be dazzled."….

"I saw it too, and you saw it too, Tiger Boy. Just now you asked me in a low voice what the stone was eating."

Realizing that the atmosphere among the people had returned to normal, Li Yunbiao raised his hand to signal everyone to shut up, and then asked: "Political Commissar, do you think those people have been released?"

Li Yunbiao was asking the twelve puppet soldiers. After hearing his words, these puppet soldiers immediately opened their eyes and pricked up their ears, waiting anxiously for Wang Lichun's answer. However, Wang Lichun's answer scared them out of their wits.

He begged for mercy with an excited expression.

"No!" Wang Lichun's words were very brief and deadly.

"Why?" Li Yunbiao asked in confusion.

"We have to bury the folks in Wolong Village and erect monuments for them. We can't let them die in peace."

There is an open space behind Wolong Village. It was originally a place where villagers chatted and played, but now it has become a burial place for these villagers. The twelve puppet soldiers received Wang Lichun's promise that as long as they built graves for those villagers

, you can leave after kowtowing three times. At this moment, you are digging the soil desperately.

After changing out of his blood-stained Japanese uniform, Wang Lichun sat on a stone nearby and called over the puppet soldier named Feng Laizi: "Where are you puppet soldiers from? Why did you come to Wolong Village?"

"We are from the blockhouse in Laowo Village. I know why the Japanese brought us to Wolong Village. I really don't know." Feng Laizi's voice was trembling. He was only worried that Wang Lichun would not be satisfied with his answer and became angry.

He will kill himself if he does so.

Wang Lichun saw the fear in his heart and said with a chuckle: "Don't be afraid, you all have the blood of the Japanese on your hands, especially you. I can see that you have a conscience and I will not kill you. Sit down.

Talk, I have a lot of things to ask you."

Feng Laizi did not sit down, but knelt down with a bang: "Good man, I beg you to accept me. I will not work with the Japs in the future. Let me go up the mountain to join the gang and follow you, and kill the Japs with you!"

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"We'll talk after we get up first." After signaling Zhang Dayong to pull Feng Laizi up, Wang Lichun continued, "Actually, it's not a bad thing to follow the Japanese temporarily, but the thing in your chest is still warm and red, it's the same everywhere.

Besides, we are not bandits, we are members of the Eighth Route Army."

"Hero, don't lie to me. I know you are not Eighth Route Army."

Feng Laizi had heard of the Eighth Route Army. There was a well-known secret among the puppet army that the Eighth Route Army treated prisoners preferentially. If you encountered the Eighth Route Army and couldn't run away, put down your gun. The Eighth Route Army would never kill prisoners, not even the captured Japanese.

Will kill. This secret is basically well known to the puppet soldiers, but they just don't dare to let the Japanese know it.

Feng Laizi thought Wang Lichun was lying to him because Wang Lichun and his gang killed prisoners with extremely brutal methods.

Hearing Feng Laizi's explanation, Wang Lichun rolled his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth: "You saw it. Yes, we are indeed not the Eighth Route Army, but we are not bandits either. We are from the 276th Regiment of the Jinsui Army!"
Chapter completed!