Chapter 82 Return to Wangjia Village
Liang Kuan, the owner of Taibai Xianju, had been standing nearby. Liu Zhengfeng did not shy away from him because he trusted him. Therefore, Liang Kuan also knew what they were going to do.
He immediately called a waiter over and asked him to go to the kitchen to see if there was anything ready to eat. As a result, the waiter brought two cooked pig's trotters. Liang Kuan handed one to Liu Zhengfeng and Chen Wei respectively, and told them to eat on the way.
Seeing that Liang Kuan was very determined, Liu Zhengfeng and Chen Wei stopped refusing. The situation was critical, so Chen Wei turned around and left.
Liu Zhengfeng was about to leave when he suddenly said, "Boss, before the fall of Nanjing last year, two Japanese soldiers were having a 100-person slash competition. Tokyo's (Tiantian News) reported on it for a long time, and every day's newspaper was accompanied by photos of the two Japanese soldiers. Have you seen them? Are there any newspapers left?"
Liang Kuan shook his head, his eyes slightly red, and sighed, "I know about this incident. It was really inhumane. Those two Japanese soldiers were beasts. I have seen their photos, but the newspapers at that time no longer have them."
Liu Zhengfeng was a little disappointed, said "Oh", and turned away.
"Wait a moment." Liang Kuan suddenly called Liu Zhengfeng.
Liu Zhengfeng turned around and asked: "What's wrong?"
Liang Kuan said excitedly: "I'll go with you. I know them."
Liu Zhengfeng suddenly smiled and said, "Thank you, boss. No thanks."
Liang Kuan was a little anxious: "Young man, you don't recognize them, how can you kill them?"
Liu Zhengfeng was silent for a while, then said calmly: "It doesn't matter, just kill them all, it shouldn't be wrong."
He turned around and strode out of the town, taking a bite of a pig's trotter as he walked.
Liang Kuan stared at Liu Zhengfeng's gradually receding back in a daze, feeling excited.
"How magnificent! China has such a passionate and brave hero. Why should we fear the mere Japanese slaves?"
Liu Zhengfeng walked all the way to the field where he had parked the tricycle just now. He had finished eating the pig's trotters, but he was still not satisfied.
Wangjia Village is not far from here, less than 20 kilometers.
Liu Zhengfeng remembered that his destination on the first day was Wangjia Village, but he did not go in because there was an enemy ambush. He also vividly remembers the scene outside the bamboo forest that night.
At 2:30 in the afternoon, Liu Zhengfeng arrived near Wangjia Village. There were three Japanese trucks parked on the road ahead. Because the roads leading into Wangjia Village were all small roads, the trucks could not drive in and had to stop here.
He breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the Japanese troops were still in Wangjia Village and he was not late.
Liu Zhengfeng drove his three-wheeled motorcycle all the way over, his eyes fixed on the front of the truck. He knew that under normal circumstances, the Japanese army would leave one or two people to guard the vehicle to prevent others from damaging it.
Sure enough, the driver's door of the car in front suddenly opened, and a Japanese soldier came out, holding a rifle and shouting at Liu Zhengfeng: "Who are you? Stop."
Liu Zhengfeng quickly said in Japanese: "Don't shoot, they are one of us."
As he said this, he stopped the car and walked towards the Japanese soldier.
When the Japanese soldier heard Liu Zhengfeng speaking Japanese, his vigilance dropped a lot.
"Hey, what's that gun you're holding? Why aren't you wearing a military uniform?"
Liu Zhengfeng raised the sniper rifle in his hand and said proudly: "Type 97 sniper rifle, 2.5x scope, made in Japan."
As he walked forward, he gradually removed the camouflage on the sniper rifle.
The Japanese soldier completely gave up his guard, a smile appeared on his face, and he put the Type 38 rifle on his back.
"Sir, can you let me see your gun?"
Liu Zhengfeng smiled and said, "Of course." Then he handed over the sniper rifle.
The Japanese soldier was ecstatic. He took the Type 97 sniper rifle excitedly and put his eyes through the scope.
"Thank you very much, sir. You know what? I have always dreamed of owning a sniper rifle."
Liu Zhengfeng suddenly showed a strange smile on his face: "Don't even think about it in this life."
The Japanese soldier was stunned for a moment: "What?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp dagger had already stabbed deeply into his stomach. His pupils dilated, his face was full of disbelief, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.
Liu Zhengfeng stabbed the Japanese soldier several times with an expressionless face until he was no longer able to breathe.
He wiped the blood off the dagger before putting it away, then took back the sniper rifle and walked along the path between the fields towards the bamboo forest in front.
A few days ago, he and Li Fei and others killed more than a dozen Japanese soldiers and thirty or forty plainclothes men here. Now you can still see the traces of the battle that day.
Liu Zhengfeng's face was full of vigilance, and he was concentrating on looking at the bamboo forest hundreds of meters away. This was a plain area with a flat terrain. If a large number of enemies appeared on the opposite side, he would have nowhere to escape.
Fortunately, no enemy was found in the bamboo forest opposite. Liu Zhengfeng tightened his face, took a deep breath and ran as fast as he could. He quickly passed the path in the field and stepped into the bamboo forest panting.
The tips of the tall bamboos sway gently, and the forest is quiet with the chirping of insects.
Liu Zhengfeng walked quickly through the path in the bamboo forest, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, his body tense, ready to deal with any emergency at any time.
Not far from the bamboo forest is Wangjia Village. As Liu Zhengfeng just arrived at the edge of the bamboo forest, he saw thick smoke billowing in front of him. Many houses in the village were burning, and the sky above the village was gray.
What was strange was that apart from the crackling and popping sounds of the burning house, there was no other sound.
Where are the people in the village? Where have they gone?
Faced with this village full of weirdness, Liu Zhengfeng felt uneasy.
As soon as he stepped into the village, he smelled a strong smell of blood, and then saw several corpses dressed in ordinary people's clothes.
The Japanese devils massacred the village again?
Liu Zhengfeng's eyes were bulging with anger, and he secretly swore in his heart that he would be a ungentleman if he didn't take revenge.
After walking forward for dozens of meters, no more corpses were found, and of course, no living people were found.
Where did all the people in the village go? Just when Liu Zhengfeng was puzzled, a voice suddenly came from a distance: "Fellow villagers, don't be afraid. As long as you give up the anti-Japanese elements, the imperial army will not embarrass you."
Liu Zhengfeng's heart trembled, his mind raced, and a scene appeared in his mind: the Japanese army drove all the villagers to a flat ground, and then an interpreter was shouting to the villagers. The person who spoke just now must be that interpreter.
He made up his mind and groped his way forward in the direction of the sound.
When passing a yard, a vague female voice suddenly came, as if someone was covering her mouth and nose, followed by a male voice speaking Japanese, "Don't move, you're dead."
Liu Zhengfeng immediately thought that these were Japanese soldiers raping women, and a sense of humiliation surged in his heart. At the same time, blood boiled in his body, and he had only one thought in his mind: chop him off.
Without thinking, he pushed open the door of the yard and rushed in. He stepped into the living room, looked around, and heard a sound coming from the room on the left. He kicked the door open, and an unspeakable anger surged in his heart.
I saw a Japanese soldier doing something dirty. When he saw Liu Zhengfeng rushing in, he was startled and immediately rushed to the side to get his weapon.
How could Liu Zhengfeng let him have his wish? He smashed him on the head with the butt of a gun, then kicked him in the crotch with his right foot, knocking him to the ground.
The Japanese soldier was in unbearable pain and was about to scream when Liu Zhengfeng's big foot kicked him hard on the head. The Japanese soldier immediately lost consciousness and his life or death was unknown. However, Liu Zhengfeng could not and kicked him a few more times. Now, even the Golden Immortal could not save him.
Liu Zhengfeng gasped and then looked at the woman on the bed. She was lying naked on her back, her face pale, her hair disheveled, and her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.
Liu Zhengfeng couldn't bear it, so he pulled the quilt over her and quietly walked out.
Suddenly, the woman jumped up, rushed to the window, picked up the Japanese soldier's bayonet, and stabbed it into her stomach. The bloody tip of the knife pierced through her back. She looked miserable and slowly fell to the ground.
Liu Zhengfeng rushed back to the room upon hearing the noise, but the young woman had already stopped breathing forever.
His eyes were red as he murmured, "Blood debts must be paid with blood. None of them can escape."
