Chapter 73 Big Lawsuit

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"Is it because Amaterasu no longer cares about us?"

Sato looked up to the sky and sighed, letting out a strong wail, but his will was very firm, and he immediately grabbed the command knife and roared.

"Everyone! Cheer up. Let's not say that we haven't lost yet. Even if we are defeated, isn't it predicted before we set off?"

"Everyone has been here for a long time and is determined to serve the Emperor and the Empire. It is truly an honor for me to be able to become a god with all of you here!"

Having said this, Sato took out a white cloth belt from his arms and wrapped it around his forehead. Then he raised the command knife in his hand, roared and rushed towards the fiercest part of the battle.

Affected by Sato's infection, the wounded soldiers and two staff officers nearby began to breathe heavily. Then they began to wrap cloth tape around themselves, reluctantly got up and followed Sato and began to charge!

With the addition of this group of fresh troops who were not afraid of death, the momentum of the Green Camp troops rushing forward was suddenly suffocated. However, there is a saying that the defeat was like a mountain, and reinforcements from General Liu's side had arrived again, so the Japanese One side's counterattack is just a flash in the pan.

Let’s talk about the voiceover, how come there are reinforcements suddenly coming to General Liu’s side?

But someone discovered that there were hundreds of people locked up in the cellar inside Zhuangzi. These people were originally residents of the Li family compound. They suffered from the torture of the Japanese tonight. Many people's wives were raped and their property was robbed. ...It's just that the Japanese were too busy enjoying themselves to kill them.

At this time, as soon as they were released, they didn't need to mobilize at all. They picked up their weapons and automatically joined the battle. It was a completely red-eyed fighting style without risking their lives.

After Sato cursed and killed several soldiers with his sword, he was stopped by a cold man and hugged him.

In the midst of his busy schedule, Sato looked back and immediately realized that this person was still an acquaintance of his. He had nodded and bowed a few hours ago with a flattering smile on his face. This person was none other than the eldest son of the Li family. Li Quan from the hospital.

But at this time, Li Quan's face was completely distorted, looking as ferocious as a ghost.

Sato roared, raised his knife and stabbed him, piercing deeply into his vest and blood gushing out.

But Li Quan's body trembled, and he endured the fatal pain. A smile of relief appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if this severe pain was a kind of relief for him!

And Li Quan burst out with astonishing strength, and suddenly pushed Sato forward five or six meters away, and then flipped him to the ground.

Sato knew something was wrong and hurriedly wanted to stand up, but several people gathered around him, including women and old people. Their faces were dull and their eyes were straight. They had all been numbed by the Japanese invaders who had entered the village.

But when this group of people saw Sato, a strange light suddenly appeared in their eyes, and they walked towards him step by step.

Just as Sato was about to stand up, a woman pounced on him and dug her sharp nails into his eyeballs. Sato hurriedly avoided, but there was already a bloody mark on his eyelids.

And when he pushed the woman away hard, he suddenly felt severe pain coming from his calf again!

When he lowered his head, he saw an old man who had lost several teeth. He was holding his calf and biting it hard. The sound coming from the depths of his throat was not human at all. To this old man, it was as if his own flesh and blood were the world. The most delicious thing.

Sato, a fanatical Japanese officer, couldn't help but feel a creepy feeling in his heart. At this time, of course he would not remember that the old man's granddaughter was thrown to death on the steps by his own hands.

So in this situation of extreme panic, Sato pulled out the dagger from his boot and stabbed it into the old man's chest. However, the old man didn't even react at all to such a fatal injury, as if the knife was It was like stabbing someone else.

At this time, another person, Sato, who was aiming blankly, pounced on him. He bit Sato's eyeball directly.

After experiencing severe pain in his eyelids, Sato finally collapsed mentally and began to scream and cry. The sound was no different from the people who had been ravaged and tortured by them before...

For Sato, he did not get the expected experience of "becoming a god", but fell directly into the most terrifying realm of hungry ghosts before his death...

Every cause must have its effect. What is ironic is that if they had not personally involved this wealthy and peaceful village in a terrible war and turned it into a hell on earth, then Sato would not have experienced such a great horror before his death. .

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at the same time,

In the ancestral hall of the Li family compound, the lights are brightly lit.

Although there were still shouts of death and explosions faintly heard outside, the place still seemed orderly and quite quiet.

Ancestral halls are often very important in China, so they are kept very clean. There are usually three or four servants who take care of them, responsible for burning incense, offering offerings, cleaning the spiritual tablets, etc.

Of course, the Japanese have now thrown away all the tables and memorial tablets here, and placed a desk in it with at least four lanterns lit around it, so it looked quite bright.

There was a man sitting in front of the desk, his back straight. He was actually wearing a Japanese kimono at this time, and this kimono looked elegant and gorgeous, and could only be worn by Shinto priests.

This man's face was densely wrinkled, but his eyes were very bright and full of childlike innocence. He looked like a patient who had aged prematurely.

In front of him were calligraphy supplies such as pens, inks, paper and inkstones. He kept holding the pen and looked intently at a scroll next to him. Judging from his posture, he was actually copying a piece of calligraphy at this time. work.

On the rice paper in front of the man, there were fresh writings, dripping with ink. If you look carefully, you can see a line of words written on it:

“The mountains are high and the rivers are long, and there are millions of things, but there is no old pen…”

After writing this, the man stopped writing, then looked at what he had written, compared it with the scroll next to him, shook his head slightly, and then sighed.

If Fang Linyan were here, he would be very surprised, because looking at the contents of this man's copy, it is a national treasure-level cultural relic that can be ranked among the top five in the history of Chinese calligraphy and painting.

Post it on the balcony! !

In fact, the value of this cultural relic will never be lowered by the Lanting Preface, which is known as the best running script in the world.

Although it doesn't seem to be very famous, it's just because the person who wrote this post is so famous.

This is the only surviving authentic calligraphy work of the poet Li Bai! ! !

The poem was written by the Poet Immortal, and the book was written by Master Qinglian after being drunk. It was such a match made in heaven, and what’s even more rare is that it has been passed down to this day. You can imagine how precious the poster on the balcony is.

In comparison, the Lanting preface is only famous for Wang Xizhi's calligraphy, and the content was drafted by a passerby. It certainly cannot be compared with the poems of the poet Li Bai.

More importantly, the eternally famous poem "Lanting Preface" was brought into his mausoleum by Li Shimin, a bastard, and has never seen the light of day since. No matter how famous it is, others have no chance to see the original work.

Therefore, in this regard, the surviving balcony stickers must be more popular.

I don’t know how this Japanese man managed to obtain this well-deserved national treasure.

Suddenly, an officer walked in quickly from outside. The military uniform on the left side of this officer's body was soaked with blood, but the discipline buckle around his neck was still meticulous. He came behind the man and stood up suddenly, snapping his heels. One knock:

"His Royal Highness Da Guan Si! The situation is now quite critical. I have been ordered to come to assist you in your evacuation!!"

Da Liushi is the highest title among priests. Intuitively speaking, it is similar to abbot, presiding over this type of title.

Facing the officer's request for help, the big lawsuit seemed to have ignored it. He continued to look at the few words he had copied, and suddenly picked up the copybook he had just written, put it on the candle next to him and burned it. .

A strange thing happened. The burning flame of the copybook was surprisingly green, and when the copybook was burning, strange shadows and strange sounds appeared around it, and then it suddenly started raining in the house.

But this house has a roof! There just happened to be scattered light red raindrops. Not only that, some of these raindrops were illusions and some were real.

The light red rain only lasted for more than ten seconds. As a result, the hair and clothes of several people in the room were soaked by the light red blood rain. The rest of the people, including the equipment and the ground in the room, all changed a little. None, it has an obvious feeling of being both real and illusory.

At this time, Da Suan looked at the officer and said slowly:

"Wait a minute, wait a minute."

"It's not the time to evacuate yet, Sikan, Tenshou, Tenshido, Mianjinmi, Takemikata... you five envoys will lead your men to intercept the enemy, right? After bathing in the blood dropped by Suzhan, Rain, your strength will be significantly increased."

Da Guanshi spoke softly but very quickly, so it was difficult to distinguish what he said if you weren't paying attention.

But after saying these words, a stream of blood spilled out of the big lawsuit. He wiped it away as if nothing had happened, and sighed slightly:

"My weak body cannot withstand the power of the gods after all."

As the order of the big lawsuit was conveyed, five people stood next to them. Among these five people, there were the short and fat people Sakura and Xiong Ya who had accepted the task of hunting Fang Linyan, but Lao Wu was not present.

There were obvious signs of being wetted by the rain of blood on the bodies of the five of them.

Japan is said to have eight million gods. The "Sikan, Tenshouli, Tenishihu, Mianjinmi, Kengo Mingfang" mentioned by the big lawsuit are the names of the gods. The five people he named are these five. Messenger of the gods.

Then when he saw these five people bowing slightly, they walked outside. Although there were followers gathered around them, the total number of people would not exceed twenty.

It seems that this priest actually plans to use this group of people to turn the tide?

And just ten meters after this group of people walked out of the door, a waiter in a kimono flew over from the corner door of the courtyard. Judging from his appearance, he was dressed exactly the same as when he was next to His Excellency Da Guanshi.

After the waiter rolled on the ground seven or eight times, his chest collapsed obviously, and then he began to vomit blood. At the same time, when he opened his mouth, he found that most of the teeth in his mouth were missing. His eyes were a little blurry, and he could be seen. There was a clear footprint on his chest.

Immediately afterwards, a person slowly walked over from the front. This person's trousers were rolled up high, and his bare feet were stepped on the ground. His body was full of blood, and his bare feet were also covered with dirt. However, the whole person seemed full of energy and spirit. Full of energy, it is Master Huo's proud disciple Ah Qi.

At this time, although Ah Qi had been fighting bloody battles with the Japanese for a while, he did not feel any tiredness. Instead, he felt very refreshed and refreshing!

As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together, and as Master Huo's proud disciple, Ah Qi certainly has most of the same concepts. Martial arts are actually killing techniques, and anything about strengthening the body is for publicity.

Since the creation of martial arts, its purpose has been to knock down/kill opponents faster! !

Ah Qi was originally a kind of martial arts idiot. In the past, when he practiced martial arts or even fought with martial arts, he felt very happy.

And now, after killing six invading Japanese with what he had learned all his life, he only felt that his thoughts were clear, and he couldn't help but feel an indescribable feeling of joy in his heart.

At this time, Ah Qi had already realized in his heart that the previous practice of martial arts and killing people was just a battle of spirits and a small secret in the nest, not worth mentioning.

However, at this time, I used the martial arts passed down by my ancestors to protect my family and the country and kill the Japanese pirates who were poisoning the people. This is how I used the things passed down by my ancestors for the right path.

Ah Qi was originally a martial artist. His internal skills were taught by Master Huo, but his leg skills were taught by his third uncle, who had been dead for more than 20 years.

When he kicked out a Japanese soldier before, causing him to vomit blood and writhe to death in pain, he couldn't help but let out a long scream! Not only that, Ah Qi also had an illusion before his eyes. The third uncle, who had been dead for more than twenty years, was stroking his beard and smiling at him, looking extremely approving.

At this time, he only felt that his heart was empty. All the distracting thoughts that usually bothered him were swept away, and there was only one thought in his mind:

"Kill all these damn Japanese pirates!!"

Since then, Ah Qi, who is only twenty-four years old, has already touched the threshold of the Grand Master. It is when he is in high spirits. He had no fear when he was targeted by dozens of foreign guns before. Now he is facing persecution. The five people who came over did not take them seriously.

But at this moment, the tall man at the head took the lead. He was like a wooden man, his body was stiff and he hit Ah Qi.

Ah Qi dodged sideways, but the tall man seemed to ignore the limitations of his joints and hit Ah Qi's head with his backhand.

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