Quick Wear: The scumbag is on the prowl, beware

A cold winter in the southern city of Country X.

The charred land was littered with corpses and blood.

Without exception, these corpses were all naked and died in extremely tragic ways.

Most of the male corpses were headless, or missing arms and legs, with bloody holes all over their bodies, and some of the corpses had their genitals cut off.

The female corpses were almost all naked, with signs of abuse all over their bodies, their legs spread wide open, their lower bodies bloody and mangled, and some even had their breasts cut off.

There was a child crying at the top of his lungs next to the corpse, and there was also the sound of a baby crying miserably in the house.

But more children and babies, like adults, had their tiny bodies lying in a dirty pool of blood, and were brutally killed before they could form any understanding of the world.

There was a faint sound of laughter coming from the distance, mixed with some gibberish, which was totally out of place with this hellish scene.

This densely populated city is the home of all the people in Nancheng. They work from sunrise to sunset and rest from sunset. Although their lives are simple, they are comfortable.

The country has been at war for years, and the Japanese pirates have long coveted this beautiful and rich land, so they took the opportunity to invade.

Over the years, Nancheng has been relatively stable. Whenever the people heard that a certain place had fallen, they would be terrified, fearing that one day they would open their eyes and find their homeland had become the territory of Japanese pirates.

Even though they prayed every day, South City still fell completely.

The frenzied Japanese army occupied Nancheng and launched a massacre directly in Nancheng. They were like locusts passing through a border area, killing wherever they went. The principle they followed was to kill everything, rob everything, and burn everything.

Wherever they arrived, the men would kill them directly. Unarmed women would be insulted and abused by them in turn, from seventy-year-old women to six- or seven-year-old girls, all of whom became tools for them to vent their animal desires.

Countless women died in humiliation, and even if they managed to survive, they would be chopped open by bayonets after they had vented their anger.

Countless people watched their family members being killed and their mothers, sisters and daughters being insulted and trampled by the Japanese pirates.

There was a young mother who gritted her teeth and endured the pain of being abused, just to spare her infant child.

Afterwards, she watched helplessly as a group of demons threw the toddler into boiling water and cooked him.

She screamed and rushed in.

For a month, unimaginable tragedies occurred every day on this land.

Countless homes were destroyed, countless properties were looted, and hundreds of thousands of people were massacred.

The originally peaceful South City has completely turned into a hell on earth.

In the eyes of these evil spirits, what they were killing were not humans, but just a group of two-legged animals that looked like humans.

Gradually, they were no longer satisfied with simple murder and arson, and their evil thoughts escalated again and again. They began to hold killing competitions for fun.

The people called these demons "guizi", which means evil ghosts from hell.

At this time, such a killing competition was taking place in an open space in the suburbs.

Hundreds of people knelt in the open space, forming dozens of rows, including men, women, young and old, and there was a deep pit with a diameter of about ten meters next to them.

Twenty or thirty Japanese soldiers wearing khaki military uniforms and holding guns pointed their bayonets at the kneeling crowd. They chattered excitedly, their vicious eyes rolling around.

Only the first few rows were tied up with ropes, and those tied up were prisoners of war, the original defenders of the city.

The rest of the people were half-naked, and most of the women had their upper bodies exposed, but they looked numb and didn't even make a move to cover themselves. Some of them were holding ignorant children in their arms.

There were also some young and middle-aged men, but no one spoke, no one resisted, they knelt calmly, all of them with numbness and stiffness on their faces, and it was not even possible to tell how scared they were.

It seemed as if the people kneeling here were not humans, but a group of zombies.

The competition began. The Japs first used bayonets to chop off heads, to see who had the faster knife.

Then they used machine guns to shoot and see who had better shooting skills.

One of the Japanese soldiers seemed to have thought of something fun. He pulled a two or three-year-old child out of his mother's arms, stabbed the child through with a bayonet, and then held the child high on the tip of a gun, showing it proudly to his companions.

The mother went crazy and tried to grab it, but was stabbed to death.

The other devils gave a thumbs up to his way of playing and began to follow his example.

Soon half of the hundreds of people were gone, and the bodies were thrown into the deep pit, stacked layer by layer, until the pit was half filled.

A soldier, about seventeen or eighteen years old, was kneeling at the end of the first row. His childish face was covered in blood, his hands were tied behind his back, and there were more than a dozen bloody holes on his body. Blood was still gushing out, and he was already dying.

But he still stared at the evil devils with wolf-like eyes. His ferocious eyes left no doubt that if he could move, he would pounce on them and bite off the necks of these evil devils.

The Japanese was enraged by such a look and kicked the soldier in the heart, knocking him to the ground and causing him to spit out blood several times.

One of the "devils" cursed as soon as he opened his mouth: "How dare you provoke the Imperial Army with such a disrespectful look? You must be tired of living."

It turned out to be a "fake devil"!

The soldier's hatred for him was obviously even deeper, and he cursed angrily: "You damn traitor, you traitor. You will not die well. The souls of hundreds of thousands of our compatriots are watching us from heaven. Just wait to go to hell."

The fake Japanese soldier became furious and stabbed the soldier in the chest with the bayonet in his hand.

The soldier could no longer hold on and fell to the ground, looking at the gray sky with two lines of blood and tears.

God, please open your eyes and take away all these evil spirits!

I really want to go home!

But his parents were killed, his three brothers died on the battlefield a few years ago, his sisters-in-law were abused to death, and his only sister was dragged away by this group of evil spirits a few days ago, and no one knew whether she was dead or alive.

Most likely he's dead.

It’s better to die. When you die, you don’t have to be afraid anymore.

The soldier was no longer breathing, but his eyes were still wide open, filled with devastating hatred and despair.

In order to please the Japanese, the traitor hung the soldier's body on a wooden stake.

The slaughter continued, and soon only half of the remaining people were left.

The blood dyed the ground red and splashed on the faces and bodies of the Japanese soldiers. They laughed excitedly and the chattering sound never stopped. It was perverted and hideous, as if they had just killed a group of cattle and sheep.

The perverted killing contest lasted for several hours. The Japs seemed to have had enough and were too impatient to kill them one by one. They pointed bayonets at the remaining people and drove them all into the pit.

All the Japanese gathered around the pit, took the shovels collected by the traitors, and filled it with soil while laughing.

They're going to bury the rest alive!

Survival is human instinct, especially such a horrible way of dying as being buried alive.

The living people in the pit finally began to struggle when the yellow earth hit them.

They struggled to climb upwards, but were driven back by bayonets and gunpoint.

Amid the people's painful pleas for mercy, the burying alive continued. Seeing that the yellow earth was about to cover their heads, the Japanese soldiers sped up their work and prepared to call it a day and eat.

No one noticed that the fatal wound on the heart of the soldier hanging on the wooden stake nearby began to heal rapidly. In just a few seconds, the bloody hole on his body had healed.

Then, his dilated pupils began to focus and his dark eyeballs moved.

Close your eyes, then open them again, and instantly a fierce look appears in your eyes!