Just after one of the soldiers knocked down Xu Hang’s fan, the other stabbed him in the shoulder. Xu Hang paused, then rushed forward, allowing the knife to pierce his body. He grabbed the soldier’s neck with his bare hands, pressed him against the wall, pulled out a golden hairpin from his hair, and stabbed it into his heart before pulling it out with force.
Everyone was shocked. They could not imagine that this skinny man who just sang like a woman could be so ruthless. He was injured the most, but he did not feel any pain at all. His movements were smooth, flexible, and powerful.
He is not a human! He is a demon!
Yes, even his eyes are red. How can ordinary people’s eyes be this color?!
Seeing that the Japanese soldiers were retreating, Kuromiya Naniwa pointed his gun at Xu Hang for a long time and shot only after he was sure. Unexpectedly, Xu Hang barely dodged it, but there was a huge abrasion on his back. He fell forward and hit the blade.
Kuromiya Naniwa only had one bullet left and didn’t dare to fight anymore. He kicked the soldier and said, “Assh*le! You can’t take him down even after so long!”
The soldiers then came back to their senses, and seeing that Xu Hang was a little tired, they raised their bayonets and moved forward again.
Looking at the knives coming from all directions, Xu Hang stood still, suddenly raised his eyes, and looked at the Chinese deserter thirty steps away. His eyes were cold and poisonous, staring at people into horror.
In the next instant, Xu Hang seized a knife, snapped the wrist of the soldier who held it, and used his own body to shield against the blade. Then, with force, he hurled something toward the deserter.
The speed was too fast for others to see clearly, but now the deserter could see clearly that it was a bayonet that Xu Hang had pulled out from his own body.
The blade came at the deserter with such force that an echo could be heard as it broke through the air. It was heading straight for the deserter’s chest, but the deserter saw it clearly and was not afraid. He quickly counterattacked with his bayonet, and the knife broke in two and fell to the ground.
“Hahaha… idiot, you think you can kill like this… ugh!”
Before the deserter could finish laughing at his narrow escape, he felt a sharp pain as if his head had been split open. His forehead throbbed violently, and all he could see was a spray of blood and Xu Hang ahead of him, still frozen in the motion of having just thrown something.
The Japanese soldiers watched helplessly as this traitorous Chinese soldier, with a golden hairpin on his head, fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
The bayonet just now was just a cover.
They were surprised not because of the man’s death, but because a small hairpin could penetrate the hard skull from such a distance. How crazy must the person who used the hairpin be?
Kuromiya Naniwa was completely enraged by Xu Hang: “Damn it! Let me see how I deal with you…”
Before he could finish his words, there was a loud explosion in a corner of Qiyuan. The whole garden expanded, and heat waves spread all over the place. Some soldiers who were standing close to the explosion point were blown to the ground. Even Kuromiya Naniwa, who was far away, felt a burning pain on his skin.
Everyone was stunned by the explosion, their ears were buzzing, and they were in excruciating pain. They did not stand up until Kuromiya Naniwa cursed angrily.
This was the landmine he asked Chan Yi to light after the show started. It was the landmine collected from all over Hezhou City and used by some farmers to blow up cellars.
Although it can’t be compared with the ones on the battlefield, but it is still very scary when it is close and used in large quantities.
This type of landmine is difficult to detonate. It requires asphalt to be poured on it, but asphalt has a strong smell and it is impossible to prepare it in advance, so it has been delayed for so long.
The explosion made Xu Hang go crazy. He howled to the sky and then laughed heartily, which merged with the flames and explosions from all directions, making it magnificent and terrifying.
He was the only one who stood still like a sculpture in the whole garden, as if the explosion had not hurt him at all. His stage makeup was smudged, and his hair was in tangles, like a ghost face.
Kuromiya Naniwa now began to regret that he was too arrogant just now. He did not shoot the guy to death at the beginning, which led to his sprained foot.
The remaining Japanese soldiers stood up, their faces full of sinister intent, and attacked with swords in hand. Xu Hang was already bloodthirsty, and he didn’t care whether the one in front of him was a human, a wolf, a ghost, or a monster, he killed them all indiscriminately.
His hair was flying, and blood was splattering.
The blood on his ten fingers was like the claws of Yama.
Kill them! Kill them! Kill them! Xu Hang couldn’t think of anything else. Everything in front of him was blurry. There were only people pouring in. He killed them one by one, as if he had endless energy.
Puff—it’s the sound of the sharp knife entering the body.
“Cough, cough…! Ugh…” Xu Hang vomited a pool of blood.
A Japanese soldier yelled evilly and stabbed a knife into Xu Hang’s shoulder. Xu Hang trembled all over, like a candle that had burned out. His back straightened, and his hands loosened. The blue veins on his neck that extended all the way to his ears were prominent and could be clearly seen through the thick white background.
The other Japanese soldiers were afraid that he would move again, so they went up to finish him off.
First stab.
Second stab.
Third stab…
Finally, his two shoulders were pierced by the bayonet, and his ankles and thighs were also stabbed. Xu Hang groaned and was completely restrained. He was really like a puppet, nailed to the spot.
Kuromiya Naniwa stood in front of Xu Hang, saying something in a rage, but Xu Hang could not hear a word. His eyes were empty, the red makeup on his face was melting and flowing down like tears, blood was pooling under his knees, there was not much good skin on his chest and back, and he was standing because he was held up by a knife so that he did not collapse.
A Japanese soldier grabbed his hair from behind and forced him to raise his head. He was like a doll, with his brows unwrinkled and his chin raised, facing Kuromiya Naniwa’s face.
“Should I chop off your limbs and put you in a box to use as my singing machine, or should I send you to see Duan Yelin?”
As soon as Kuromiya Naniwa finished asking the question, Xu Hang spat blood on his face.
“Heh… hahaha…” Xu Hang laughed, and even the knife stuck in his body trembled.
Kuromiya Naniwa had a sinister look on his face and wiped it hard with his chin tensed, then put the gun to Xu Hang’s head: “Damn it! Go to hell!”
When the cold tip of the gun touched his vital point, Xu Hang closed his eyes. He panted slightly, eager to accept his fate.
At least it’s in Qiyuan, at least it’s still in this place.
He had already told that guy about the life-and-death matter, there was nothing to worry about. He was just going from a lonely place to another place with family, brothers and sisters, friends, and a lover.
It is enough for him, Xu Shaotang, to live to this point.
Kuromiya Naniwa’s hand was on the trigger. He wanted to bring this ungrateful Chinese man to justice. He wanted to end his life, just like he was ending the lives of those ant-like soldiers on the battlefield.
Go die.
Bang!
After hearing this sound, the hexagonal pavilion, which was half destroyed by the explosion, seemed to tremble, and the other half collapsed. The glazed tiles were shattered all over the ground, and the carved beams and painted buildings were shattered.
Under the gazes of the crowd, the body fell to the ground in slow motion like in a Western movie, raising a cloud of dust.
It was like the hasty ending of an absurd story or the rest symbol of a classic piece of music. Under people’s gaze, it went an unreasonable but unforgivable way.
Qiyuan was silent, so quiet that he could even hear the sound of tiny dust falling to the ground, beads of sweat sliding down the corners of his mouth, and blood on the ground dripping into the pool.
Because the one who fell was not the crazy performer, but Kuromiya Naniwa, who was holding a gun.
His eyes were still wide open, he had not yet completely died. He stared upwards and found that on the wall behind him was a soldier standing with a gun in his hand, pointing it at him.
No, there was more than one. Like magic, a group of soldiers appeared from the walls in all directions, each of them carrying a gun, looking down at their prey.
