Chapter 83: Too Much Bullying
Liu Zhengfeng was in a heavy mood. He quickly left the yard and headed deeper into the village.
In the distance, the interpreter was chattering away, persuading the villagers to hand over the anti-Japanese elements.
Wangjia Village is very large and the roads are like a maze. Liu Zhengfeng slowly moved forward following the translator's voice.
After about a few minutes, after walking along a small path, Liu Zhengfeng poked his head out from the corner of the wall and saw a large open space in front of him. There were a lot of people there, probably more than a thousand people.
With their backs to him were forty or fifty Japanese soldiers, and in the distance was a large crowd of ordinary people, numbering about a thousand.
The Japanese army set up a Type 99 light machine gun in front, and around the civilians there were sparsely surrounded by Japanese soldiers with guns. The total number of Japanese soldiers would not exceed seventy.
The Japanese soldiers had their backs to Liu Zhengfeng, but the common people were facing him. Liu Zhengfeng quickly retracted his head. If one of these common people reported the incident to the Japanese, he would be in huge trouble.
An idea suddenly occurred to him, and he looked up at the house, which was a mud-walled and tiled house. There happened to be a ladder next to it. He gently placed the ladder on the eaves, climbed up to the roof, and slowly climbed to the highest point.
The distance from here to the Japanese soldiers was only about a hundred meters. Liu Zhengfeng remembered that the two Japanese soldiers who were killed were both second lieutenants at the time. After a year, they should be at least second lieutenants or above. He didn't know them, so he only needed to kill all the second lieutenants and above here.
Liu Zhengfeng looked down from a high position and searched for officers with the rank of second lieutenant and above in the Japanese army. As a result, he found two second lieutenants here. The two Japanese officers were facing away from him and whispering to each other.
He quietly pointed the muzzle of the sniper rifle at one of the officers and placed his right index finger lightly on the trigger.
At that time, the interpreter suddenly pulled out a middle-aged man from among the common people. The middle-aged man was pale and thin, and shouted angrily: "Let go, why are you pulling me? I don't know any anti-Japanese elements."
The interpreter was short and fat, with a weird look on his face and a fake smile.
"You unruly people, I've tried to persuade you in every possible way, even until my mouth is dry, but you still won't listen. Don't blame me for being rude."
The middle-aged man said angrily: "Ge Laosan, you are taking advantage of the power of the Japanese devils to harm the villagers. You will get retribution."
The translator Ge Lao San said : "Even if there is retribution, you won't be able to see it. I will make you pay today."
"Hello."
One of the Japanese second lieutenants suddenly came up and pointed at the middle-aged man and said, "You just said Japs. I know that's an insult. You have to pay the price for this."
The middle-aged man didn't understand Japanese, so he frowned and said to Ge Lao San: "What is this little devil saying?"
Ge Lao San was very pleased with himself and said with a smile, "You don't need to know what the lady said. Just wait for death."
The second lieutenant who had just spoken came back and said to another second lieutenant: "Mr. Jingkou, I heard that your sword 'Changsun Liu' has killed 199 people. Today, why don't you kill one more person and break the 200 mark."
Every word of the second lieutenant's voice was like an arrow, piercing into Liu Zhengfeng's ears. He saw that Taro Iguchi was short, about 1.6 meters tall, with a beard on his upper lip, a rough and ferocious appearance, and a samurai sword on his waist.
His samurai sword is said to be a famous sword, which can kill dozens of people without leaving any cuts. Its name is "Changsunroku".
Taro Iguchi glanced at the second lieutenant and nodded slightly.
"Yoshi, Sato-kun, this is a historic moment, please have someone take a picture for me."
Liu Zhengfeng looked angry, gritting his teeth, with murderous intent in his eyes. He was about to pull the trigger, but suddenly loosened his fingers and swore in his heart that if I let you die quickly, I would not be a human being, and I would make you regret coming into this world.
Lieutenant Sato Ryo laughed and said, "Yoshi, Iguchi-kun, I will send this photo, which has historical value, to the editorial department of the Tokyo Tenten Shimbun."
"Hey, Anshang, come here quickly and get ready to take a picture of Iguchi-kun."
"Hayi."
A young Japanese soldier came over with a camera in his hand, smiling, and stopped in front of the left side of the middle-aged man. He put the camera to his eye as if he was adjusting the viewing angle.
After a while, the photographer turned back to the Japanese officer and said, "Sir, I am ready. Please start."
Sato Ryo made a gesture of invitation to Taro Iguchi and said with a smile: "Mr. Iguchi, please let us witness this historic moment. Thank you for your hard work."
"Yoshi."
Taro Iguchi drew the samurai sword "Nagasonroku" from his waist, gently stroked the sharp blade with his white-gloved hand, a pious expression appeared on his face, and then he strode towards the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man looked at the Japanese with a blank face, completely unaware that they were discussing how to kill him.
Liu Zhengfeng was getting more and more angry. These invaders openly discussed how to kill an unarmed civilian with a single knife. This was really too much.
He also felt sad for the common people, who were like lambs to be slaughtered, powerless to resist and unaware of their impending doom.
Liu Zhengfeng would never allow this to happen. The reason why he didn't shoot was that he was waiting for Li Fei, Chen Wei and others.
This wide plain is the best grave for the Japanese army. If Liu Zhengfeng were asked to choose the battlefield, he would definitely choose here. The Japanese army has almost no cover and obstacles here, and they are just sitting ducks. Liu Zhengfeng would not easily open fire unless he had to.
But now Taro Iguchi was already holding his sword "Nagasonroku" and standing behind the poor old man. With just a wave of his hand, he would have completed the "historic moment" of killing two hundred Chinese people.
The "historic moment" of the Japanese is a humiliating moment for the Chinese. Liu Zhengfeng will never allow this to happen. Therefore, as long as the most critical moment comes, Liu Zhengfeng will open fire regardless of whether Li Fei and others have arrived or not.
The Japanese photographer had already struck his pose and was ready to take the picture, but it was still very difficult to accurately capture the most impactful moment, and the photographer was very nervous because of this.
Taro Iguchi held the knife in both hands and raised it high. His face was distorted and ferocious with excitement.
Liu Zhengfeng knew that he could not wait any longer, he had to stop this blatant killing. He aimed his gun at the grenade on the waist of a nearby Japanese soldier and gently pulled the trigger.
"boom……"
With a loud bang, a ball of red light rose into the sky, and several nearby Japanese soldiers were killed on the spot. The powerful shock wave swept through, and everyone was panicked and in chaos.
Until this moment, Liu Zhengfeng has not forgotten his oath. He wants to make the murderer Taro Iguchi regret coming into this world.
