Chapter 28: Kill! Seize the Gun!

  The room was in a mess, the stools were overturned on the ground, the wine bottles on the table were knocked over, and the soup splashed everywhere. It looked like a pig had rooted up a vegetable garden, with shredded clothes scattered all over the floor.

  On the large kang in the room, two young girls were stripped naked and pressed down on the kang. Two beasts were lying on top of the girls' bodies, committing violence. Their ugly bodies, like those of a pig that has been skinned, were excitedly shouting and their faces were filled with extreme excitement. The other three beasts standing by, cheering them on, saying something about how Manchu women are not bad, using beastly language. Their hands kept touching the girls' bodies.

  It's clear that these two maidservants, who were serving wine to this group of beasts, have now fainted and are motionless, allowing the two beasts to vent their animalistic desires on their bodies. The two girls' pale skin is covered in purple bruises, and their well-developed **are swollen and red, with one girl's **having been bitten off. Their lower body is a mess, with fresh blood and yellowish filth staining the mattress beneath them. This beastly behavior has been going on for quite some time, and it's clear that these two girls have suffered multiple rounds of abuse. The five beasts are naked, indulging in their animalistic nature, unaware that someone will punish their evil deeds!

  Hearing the sound of the door, the two Japanese men at the back turned around in shock, never expecting anyone to dare to barge in. In their minds, they were the masters of this courtyard, and could do as they pleased.

  A cold light flashed, and two beasts spat out bloody foam from their throats. Their dead fish eyes rolled back, and they fell to the ground. I headed east to see that damned emperor of theirs. The third one saw things weren't going well, stretched out his hand to grab a stool from the ground, and charged towards me with a loud yell. His movements were quite agile, and the stool came hurtling towards my head with a whooshing sound. His actions suddenly stopped, as a knife blade protruded from his back. His last feeling was that of life rapidly slipping away. I pulled out the knife, sidestepped, and dodged to avoid getting stained by the beast's filthy blood. He lay on the ground like a dog with its backbone removed. I chased after his two accomplices who had fled earlier.

  At this time, the two men who were still using force on the girl and venting their beastly desires finally came to their senses from their extremely excited state, saw the corpse of their companion on the ground, understood the severity of the situation, jumped up naked from the kang, eyes gleaming with ferocity, rushed towards the handguns hanging on the wall, damn it, struggling in desperation, this is what's called the way of the martial artist?

  With a flick of his wrist, two flashes of knife light crossed, and the two paws that had just committed evil crimes fell to the ground with polluted blood. The two of them let out a painful howl, hugging their broken wrists and rolling on the ground. A foot flew up and kicked a beast's lower body. This kick was so powerful that the guy flew up and his head hit the wall directly, bursting his brain at the moment, and he died instantly. Before sending you back to your hometown, I'll make you a eunuch, cheap for this beast.

  I grabbed the last beast's hair and lifted him up. He looked at his partner's miserable state, forgot about the pain, and muttered Japanese words in his mouth. I understood what he was saying - it was a desperate plea for mercy. What samurai spirit or bushido? All that nonsense had become trash now. Survival was key. I thought you still had some guts left, but after all this fuss, you're just a coward. I'm not even bothered to waste my breath on you. Holding his hair, I dragged him in front of the two Chinese girls who were still unconscious and barely alive after being brutalized by them. Seeing the cold glint in my eyes, he knew there was no chance for survival. He struggled desperately, still shouting loudly.

  You beast, why don't you understand the principle of evil begets evil? The blade was pressed against the big artery on the side of the neck, and with a light cut, a thin line of blood spurted out. In an instant, a ugly blood flower bloomed in the air. Listening to the sound of his own blood flowing clearly in his ears, this beast's nerves collapsed at that moment. What smell? It turned out that this guy had lost control of his bowels and bladder. This stench is ominous! He was thrown aside with a raised hand, and the remaining claw covered his neck, his smooth body convulsing uglily, not far from death.

  Looking at the two girls who were still unconscious, I tore down the curtains and wrapped their bodies in them. I found an empty room next door and gently placed them on the bed. I stood there silently for a moment, feeling a pang of sadness in my heart. Poor things, I hope you can forget everything that happened today and treat it as just a nightmare! If I have the chance, I will take you away from here, but not now. Take care!

  Back in the original house, a strong bloody smell hit my face. I looked at the clothes hanging on the wall and saw that three of them were Japanese soldiers, one was a lieutenant colonel, two were lieutenants, and the other two were Japanese merchants. Not bad, I had killed three Japanese bandits and collected three handguns into my backpack. To be honest, I didn't like the Japanese-made Nambu Type 14 pistol, also known as the "turtle shell". This was the equipment of lower-level infantry officers in the Japanese army, with a six-shot capacity, short range, and weak firepower. Especially its appearance, how could it be so ugly? The long and thin barrel looked like a duck's neck, and the back had a bulge, just like a chicken's buttocks with hemorrhoids. It was awkward no matter how you looked at it. You say, what good things can little Japan come up with? Anyway, this is also a gun, isn't it? I'll take it back to let my brothers practice their marksmanship, and reluctantly put it away.

  Looking at the five dead bodies of beasts on the ground, the hatred in my heart is really hard to dispel. Let them go back to their old home in the East and see that whatever dogshit emperor they have. It's a bargain for them. Come on, let's do something exciting. Treat people as they deserve, treat beasts with beastly methods. So, I cut off their dog heads, put them on the table, left a bright red bloody handprint on the wall, and wrote "Blood Hand Gang" in blood next to it. From now on, the name of this Blood Hand Gang will make the Japanese invaders tremble with fear, feel terrified, and when they harm Chinese people again, they'll feel a chill on the back of their necks! Who knows when their own heads will be cut off?!

  Leaving the house, looking at the front yard, the anger in my heart is still hard to calm down. The reason why the little devils can do whatever they want here without any scruples is that this area currently has no anti-Japanese armed forces and has not given them a heavy blow. Historically, there have been no anti-Japanese activities in this area, it can be said that this is a blank spot in the Northeast's anti-Japanese struggle. Today, because of my arrival, history has slightly changed its course. Here will be the battlefield where invaders are buried, and all of this was created by me personally. The feeling of changing history with known history and participating in it personally is really indescribable. Let's just be a small butterfly, the wind stirred up by its wings, I don't know how much change it can bring to the history that is happening!

  Immersed in history and reality, the scenes are constantly changing, and for a moment, I feel a bit dizzy, as if my thoughts have flown to distant space and seen everything that will happen in the future.

  A burst of gunfire woke me up, and I couldn't help but shiver. What the heck is this place? I was actually spacing out here. Behind me, a bunch of people were knocked to the ground. I'm still lost in thought, reminiscing about the past and present. This is crazy! And to make matters worse, there's still something very important that hasn't been taken care of yet!

  Along the shadow of the high wall, I sneaked forward to the front yard and arrived at the bottom of a watchtower. The watchtower was still quite tall, with guards on top conscientiously patrolling around. Snow-bright searchlights swept back and forth outside. What they wanted to get, their loyal masters had already gone to chat with King Yan. Of course, China's King Yan would not welcome those five little Japanese ghosts, probably now enthusiastically entertaining them by sending them up Knife Mountain or down Oil Pot.

  In front of a row of houses, dark and without any light, go take a look, where do these guards live? Can't really say for sure, might have to check one house after another, that would be troublesome, don't know if there's enough time?

  Just as I lifted my foot, a person came out from the front of the house, holding a flashlight and shining it around. He turned to the mountain behind the house, then turned back, pacing back and forth. Hmm, there's still someone on guard here. This house must have something valuable inside, we need to take care of this guard first!

  I took advantage of his turning around and hid in the corner of the house on Fangshan Street. Before long, footsteps came over, and it was his bad luck that the flashlight didn't light up at this time. The gunman on the watchtower immediately asked, "What's wrong? Why isn't it lit?" "Damn it, it's really unlucky, in the middle of the night, eight out of ten it's a broken bulb, you keep an eye on it, I'll go change one!" The sentry on the watchtower replied.

  This guy was humming a little tune, walking towards the direction where I was hiding. As soon as he exposed his head, I took a bow step and charged at him with a punch aimed at his temple. If it hit, he would definitely pass out on the spot. This guy's reaction was quite fast, though - he dodged to the side and avoided this deadly punch. He kicked towards my abdomen with a whooshing sound, huh, looks like he's a skilled fighter too. It seems that the bodyguards of the Guo family are all quite capable.

  Don't be too confident, you say. Who dares to lay hands on you in this heavily guarded courtyard? Is that an ordinary person? Without two brushes, dare to come to your den? You'd better shout loudly, I'll make sure to flee in disarray.

  But this guy didn't, probably because he was too confident in his own kung fu skills! Look at him now, so confident that he's going to lose his life, playing with fists and feet, asking for death!

  With his left hand, he blocked the incoming kick, while his right hand thrust forward with the knife, directly targeting the opponent's throat. With a swift "chop", the throat was shattered, and at this moment, the opponent wanted to scream but had no chance. He fell backwards, clutching his neck with both hands. The left hand retracted, transforming from a palm to a fist, and struck another blow on the temple, ensuring he was dead for good, and wouldn't dare show off again in the next life. Before the body hit the ground, it was caught and dragged away to be hidden. Lifting his head to glance at the cannon tower, there was no commotion. Approaching the house, he peeked inside with the faint light, and I couldn't help but feel delighted!

  What's going on? There are more than 20 people sleeping on the big kang in the house, and on the wall opposite, there are 27 rifles hanging neatly with numbers "1, 2, 3......". Good grief, all 30 rifles are here, no, one is missing! Oh, it was on that guy's body earlier, plus the two in Xiao Shao's house, just enough to make up the number.

  Slowly pushing open the door, a wave of hot and humid air rushed in, and upon entering the room, I was hit with a pungent smell. What kind of smell is this? The smell of alcohol, tobacco, and men's foot odor mixed together - how could it possibly be pleasant? It almost made me throw up the little food I had for dinner. For the sake of my beloved, I forced myself to endure it and carefully put away the guns hanging on the wall. Who knows which idiot was in there, putting on a full display of gnashing teeth, farting, and snoring? Only when I got outside did I realize how fresh and sweet the air was! Taking a deep breath, I finally felt relieved.

  Look around and the watchtower, nothing's moving, Dantian exerting force, toe pointing, soaring up the wall like a falcon, don't look at the many things brought along, doesn't affect our lightness skill, lightly jumping down the wall, then turning back to take another glance at the still gloomy Gu family mansion, under the cover of night, throwing oneself into the dark and silent city.

  So many things, can't bring back to the hotel, can't cover people's ears and eyes, where to put them?

  Here is the translation:

  Alright, I put it in Bater's place. Relying on my memory, I made my way to where Bater lived, dodging patrolling Japanese soldiers along the way. When I arrived, Bater was shocked to see me coming over so late at night and quickly got up. I told him not to wake up the children and didn't tell him what was going on, only asking if there was a place to hide my things. He thought for a moment, then led me to the backyard, where he rummaged through a pile of miscellaneous items, revealing a hidden entrance. He went back to get an oil lamp, and we both descended into the hole, lit the lamp, and hid the things away.

  At this time, Bater's gaze turned to me, and I told him that this was a batch of guns I had obtained from the devils, temporarily stored with him, and not to let anyone know. "Autumn brother, rest assured, Mongolians are trustworthy, even if I lose my life, I won't let others know!" Looking at this sworn brother who had known me for less than two days, looking at the sincere light in his eyes, a warm current surged in my heart, this is a good brother that I completely trust!

  After handing over the things I had to remind him, I took out 50 yuan from my pocket and handed it to him. He didn't decline or show any hesitation, but accepted it calmly. This is a characteristic of Mongolian boys - they won't engage in hypocritical courtesy. Once you have a deep connection with them, there's no distinction between yours and mine. Giving with sincerity, accepting with openness.

  Farewell Bateer, I rushed to the hotel, went back to take a hot bath, had a good sleep, and there's still a big plan for tomorrow!

  Suddenly, footsteps came from the front, and I quickly hid in a dark place. A group of Japanese devils patrol soldiers walked towards me in this direction, their big leather boots kicking up snowflakes everywhere. The bayonets on their Type 38 rifles glinted with a cold light in the night. How much Chinese blood had been stained on these bayonets? Looking at this group of devils, it seemed to be a patrol squad of six people. These beasts, killing one less would mean one less evil, thinking of this, a murderous intention suddenly arose in my heart. After they passed by me, I quietly followed behind them.

  Arriving at a secluded spot, a feather-like figure stuck to the last devil's back, left hand covering his mouth, one knife cut off his artery, gently placed on the snowy ground. The devils in front didn't notice that death was right behind them. Following the same method, the second and third were slaughtered, three in a row. The three in front finally felt something was wrong, stopped in their tracks, turned around to look back. The last memory left in their impression was the flash of cold light from the knife passing before their eyes, followed by a chill on their throats, heat on their necks, and life slipping away from their bodies like a gust of wind. As for where this cold light came from, there's no need to know, even as ghosts they'll be confused! Even if you saw that dogshit emperor, there'd be no way to tell him your grievances!

  One move takes down three, my killing skills have improved greatly. Any martial art can only exert its greatest power in actual combat. As the saying goes, theory is pale, but practice is rich!

  Looking at the devils lying on the ground, it's a pity that these few guns can't be taken away, leaving a small regret. On each person's overcoat, a bloody handprint was left behind. Grabbing a handful of snow, I wiped my hands clean, feeling the anger in my heart subsiding a lot.

  Devils, you're disturbing me. I'm going to sleep now and come out tomorrow to see the excitement. When I returned to the hotel, many rooms were still lit up. As usual, I sneaked in through the back window. From the neighboring room came the sound of a man and woman engaging in primal movements, accompanied by the creaking of the bed frame. These Japanese people know how to enjoy themselves! It's already midnight, but they're still exercising, as if they're afraid they won't make it past today. I ignore them and fall asleep, suddenly missing Xiaoling intensely. With these sweet thoughts of her, I quickly fell into a deep dream. Perhaps in my dreams, we'll meet again.

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