Draw the sword and cure the fear of insufficient firepower

This slap contained Lin Tian's supreme anger, mixed with the roars of those compatriots who died unjustly, and directly collapsed half of Daze Che's face. A mouthful of canine teeth broke away from Daze Che's mouth and flew in the air...

"Monk! Light the sky lantern!!"

Lin Tian's face was gloomy and he said angrily.

"Haha, okay!"

The monk replied, rubbing his hands excitedly.

"Light the sky lantern??"

"Commander Lin is really ruthless when he gets angry. I can't even think of such a trick!"

"However, to deal with this old devil, only such ruthless means can be used to break his arrogance!"

"Damn it! I didn't expect this old devil to be so stubborn! These sons of bitches are bastards!"

Li Yunlong and others discussed.

Although they couldn't understand the conversation between Lin Tian and the Japanese, Chu Yunfei, who was fluent in Japanese, was standing next to them.

Chu Yunfei also translated the general meaning of the conversation between Lin Tian and Ozawa Toru to everyone.

I didn't expect that the 9th Brigade had the blood of so many Chinese people on its hands.

Li Yunlong and others had heard of the villages and towns that Lin Tian mentioned just now.

Especially Anjia Town, which is considered a relatively large town in northwest Shanxi.

There were nearly two thousand men, women, old and young, and we didn't expect that they would be slaughtered by that damn 9th Brigade.

By this calculation, the 9th Brigade is responsible for the lives of at least 100,000 Chinese soldiers and civilians.

This is a blood feud that is irreconcilable.

So no one present stood up to stop it.

Although the army had a discipline that prohibited killing people if they surrendered their weapons, they could not say anything about Lin Tian and his men's refusal to accept Japanese prisoners of war.

But now Lin Tian wants to light the sky lantern, which is considered as massacre of prisoners of war and he will definitely be punished.

However, no one said anything this time. Li Yunlong even felt that lighting the sky lantern was a bargain for the beast, but he couldn't think of any more tricks...

The monk walked up to Ozawa Toru in an amiable manner and spat a mouthful of 41-year-old phlegm in Ozawa Toru's face.

Then he quickly stripped off Osawa Toru's clothes, leaving even his loincloth.

Then he took a few rolls of gauze that had just been seized today and wrapped Ozawa Che tightly, like a mummy, with only his two eyes exposed.

During this period, Toru Osawa did resist, but was quickly pacified by the monk's "Fist of Truth".

Ozawa Toru's face was filled with fear. He didn't know what the monk wanted to do, but it was definitely not a good thing.

Then the monk grinned and threw Ozawa Toru into a gasoline barrel, up and down, left and right, just like he was shaking tripe.

Ozawa Toru was choked by the gasoline and started coughing, and even drank a few big gulps of it happily.

Now the gauze and skin on Osawa Toru's body have perfectly blended with the gasoline.

The monk took another rope, found an old crooked tree, and hung Daze upside down on the treetop with his head down and his feet up.

Although Ozawa Toru was overwhelmed by the great pain just now, when he saw the things on his body and his current situation, he immediately understood what the monk was going to do.

Because they also used this method to slaughter Chinese people...

"Ahhh! Yamicho! I was wrong! I was wrong!"

"Put me down now! You must treat the prisoners well!!"

"The Geneva Convention! The Geneva Convention!"

Ozawa Toru wailed in heart-wrenching pain.

"Fuck you! Howl? I'll let you howl again!"

The monk couldn't stand Ozawa Toru's screams anymore, so he took off his stinky socks, soaked them in a gasoline barrel, jumped up the tree, and stuffed them into Ozawa Toru's mouth. He even punched the socks twice before he finished. This way, the socks wouldn't fall out...

But it was miserable for Ozawa Toru. He had finally overcome the fear of death, but was immediately overwhelmed by the fear of being set on fire.

If he hadn't blocked the knife just now, he would have died quickly.

But now, it takes a long and painful process to die.

This kind of fear is difficult for ordinary people to understand and experience.

However, Osawa Toru is lucky, he can experience it today...

In the open space nearby, more than 300 Japanese prisoners of war from the th Brigade watched their brigade commander about to be burned to death by the Eighth Route Army.

Their faces were pale and they were trembling like sieves. They didn't dare to look up, their hearts were in their throats.

Could it be... could it be that this is their destiny?

Are they going to be set on fire too?

The Japanese prisoners now have their eyes closed and are praying devoutly in their hearts. They are surrendering because they are afraid of death.

If I had known this would happen, I would have charged forward half a minute earlier. At least I would have died more easily...

These Eighth Route Army soldiers are simply living devils...

The Japanese now felt unprecedented fear when facing Lin Tian and others. They regretted taking part in this raid and even regretted joining the army and coming to China in the first place.

Some devils even cursed the locusts in their hearts, asking why they came to occupy China...

However, there is no medicine for regret in the world. When they set foot on Chinese soil, occupied our land, and massacred our people, they were destined to die a bad death.

Think about when they massacred our soldiers and civilians, when they held up the heads of our people to take pictures to show off, and when they used bayonets to cut fetuses out of pregnant women's bellies and waved them around on bayonets.

When they used our compatriots for assassination practice, and conducted live experiments and virus experiments...

Too many, really too many...

The crimes committed by the devils are too numerous to list, and even the water of the East China Sea cannot wash away the blood debts that the devils owe us! !

The monk was ready with matches in hand.

Lin Tian nodded...

"Ahh! Yami-chou! Yami-chou!"

"Aaaaaah! Ikku!!"

“Ahhh! Help!!!”

As the match in the monk's hand accurately hit Osawa Toru's body, a huge ball of fire suddenly shot up into the sky, accompanied by Osawa Toru's heart-wrenching screams, and appeared in front of everyone.

Even though Ozawa Toru's mouth was blocked, the tremendous pain caused by the burning fire made him speak directly in his throat.

"Crackling..." The sound of burning fat was heard, mixed with the smell of burnt meat, filling the land.

It was evening and the sun had already set, but Lin Tian's side was still as bright as ever. The sky lanterns were bright...

Not long after, Ozawa Tetsuku was completely lifeless, and the rope that was hanging him was burned off. Ozawa Tetsu's charred and shrunken body fell heavily to the ground and shattered into several pieces of charred charcoal, burning in the wind with a crackling sound.

This scene made the Japanese prisoners' pupils dilate, their breathing quicken, and their hair stand on end. Many of them even fainted from fright...

Lin Tian looked at the Japanese prisoners lying on the ground and gave the monk a look.