"Ahh

The terrible screams suddenly sounded in the chaotic and noisy crowd,

This painful wail suddenly overshadowed all the protesters who were screaming under the batons of the Japanese police.

The originally chaotic scene suddenly calmed down a little,

"Ah, my hands, my hands"

looked in the direction where the scream came from just now, and everyone's expressions instantly became a little stunned.

I saw that the middle-aged officer's right hand disappeared from the wrist, and the surface of the wound appeared surprisingly smooth and flat, as if it had been cut by some sharp blade.

At the feet of this person, there was a severed palm, and above the palm, he held a baton.

The blood flowed like an infusion, and at this time, the middle-aged officer's right hand with a broken wrist seemed to become a nozzle, sprinkled with blood, and sprayed the blood in the body without considering the cost.

In front of this person is the young man of China,

At this time, the young man covered his shoulder with his other hand, which had been smashed by the middle-aged police officer with a baton, and looked at the middle-aged police officer, also with a look of surprise.

But doubts are doubts, and a kind of pleasure quickly emerges on the painful face,

"Dog's day little devil."

Spat secretly, he hadn't forgotten the ferocity of this little devil to himself before, if he hadn't flashed instinctively, I'm afraid it would not have hit his shoulder, but his head would have blossomed,

"Yaga."

The injured person was actually this middle-aged Japanese police officer,

All the Japanese policemen reacted quickly, and immediately their faces changed color, and in the angry scolding, someone immediately stepped forward to support the middle-aged police officer and stop the bleeding first.

"This group of Chinese people, intent on murdering our police officers in Great Japan, will arrest them all."

However, at the time of this meeting, a large pool of blood accumulated under the feet of the middle-aged police officer, and it looked like a scene of bleeding pigs when killing pigs for no reason.

Although the bleeding was stopped, at this time, the middle-aged officer's face was already a miserable white color, and he fell into dizziness.

Seeing this, naturally a small police officer with a lower position took over the command, and his eyes swept over all the Chinese people on the opposite side, and there was a thick anger on his face, and he immediately issued an order to arrest him.

Hearing the order, all the Japanese police moved again,

Although it was said to be an arrest, at this moment, all the Japanese police, as if they had made an appointment, the batons in their hands, once again ruthlessly fell towards the Chinese protest crowd in front of them.

Even the little police officer who gave the order did the same, and even smashed a road in front of him with the baton in his hand, wanting to cross these people in the front row and attack the back of the protest crowd.

It's revenge, it's bullying, it's venting,

In everyone's eyes, the hands of this middle-aged police officer must have been caused by the sneak attack of the group of protesting people in front of him.

"These scumbags."

The scene in front of me has happened under the eyelids of the five people of Yi Qing from the beginning to the present.

And seeing that his compatriots were bullied and destroyed like this, it was still the hand of the little devil, even Yi Qing, at this moment, a wave of anger suddenly jumped on his face,

In the originally calm eyes, a fierce light suddenly swept up, piercing directly at the Japanese policemen in front of them who kept waving the baton in their hands and falling.

killing intent floats,

"Xiaoyi, which hand did these devils use to hit my Chinese compatriots, you can cut off their hand for me."

In the deep voice, there is an extremely suppressed anger,

The scene in front of him is extremely chaotic, but it is Xiao Yi's wind ability, which can shoot silently and silently.

"Hmph, these scumbags, damn it."

Hearing Yi Qing's command, in Xiao Yixing's eyes, the cold air suddenly increased,

The corners of his lips silently hooked up a sneer, and looked at the Japanese policemen in front of him with fierce faces, his eyes were as cold as knives,

The next moment, between Xiao Yi's ten fingers, he swiped suddenly,

The abnormal energy in the body urged, and on the fingertips, a trace of wind began to appear strangely.

Phew

With Xiao Yi's fingertips flicking without hesitation, the transparent wind blades immediately pierced the air like flying knives, and silently swept towards those Japanese policemen.

"Ahh

The wind blade was faint, and the next moment several screams rang out abruptly from the mouths of those Japanese policemen almost at the same time,

"My hands, my hands"

On the messy ground, there are dozens of neatly cut palms at this moment, and on these palms, they are all holding batons.

And the Japanese policemen who were originally fierce and fierce and smashed the Chinese protesters with batons, all of them were holding their broken arms and wailing miserably.

Some of them fell directly to the ground and rolled in pain,

The gurgling blood flowed from the broken wrists of these Japanese policemen, and the breath was already converging on the ground into a puddle of bosses.

All the police, under Xiao Yi's wind blade, there is not a single omission,

Whoever hits my Chinese compatriot with any hand, he will cut off that hand,

This is the meaning of Yi Qing, and it is also the meaning of Xiao Yi, Leng Dao and others,

It means Huaxia,

"Tianxingjian, a gentleman strives for self-improvement, my Chinese people, everyone is like a dragon."

Looking at the wailing Japanese policeman in front of him, Yi Qing's eyes did not have the slightest sympathy and unbearable color.

If these people are no longer able to stop the bleeding and be treated, they will only end up with one fate: they will die of excessive blood loss.

It's just that, in the eyes of Yi Qing and others, what does this have to do with them?

What does it have to do with me if they are not of my race?

Yi Qing's gaze didn't even linger for a second on the bodies of these Japanese policemen, falling on all the protesters

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These people are very embarrassed at the moment, many people were knocked to the ground before, and more people were smashed high and swollen in some parts of their bodies.

The most seriously injured were those in the front row, almost every one of them had broken their heads,

It's just that even with the frenzied attack just now, this group of people didn't flinch in the slightest.

Supporting each other and struggling to stand up, straightening their backs, the steps under their feet still moving slowly and firmly in the direction of the Yasukuni Shrine,

In his mouth, there was a roar of growing anger, a voice of protest,

"I, Huaxia, am no longer the weak country I was a hundred years ago and could be bullied at will."

The scene in front of him reminded Yi Qing of the people with lofty ideals who were indomitable for the independent rejuvenation of China recorded in history a hundred years ago.

It was a group of people who did not flinch in the face of the enemy's muzzle bayonets, and died generously, the blood of the dragon,

But today's China has stood up from that dark era and from the sea of blood of those martyrs.

If there is no one, you can put the muzzle of the gun against the Chinese people again,

No one can smash the Huaxia people with the butt of a gun again, laughing unscrupulously without any punishment,

Whoever hits my Chinese compatriot with any hand, he will cut off that hand,

It's ridiculous that some countries and some people still think that they can bully the Chinese people arbitrarily when they invaded China.

You dislike and despise the Chinese people, yes, that's your own business, but you have to hide this kind of mind for me, if you dare to show it and take action, you are looking for a draw,

"I am Huaxia, everyone is like a dragon."

muttered a sigh again, looking at the group of lovely and respectable compatriots in front of him, Yi Qing's originally cold face suddenly showed a warm smile,

"I've changed my attention, if I don't turn Little Japan upside down, how embarrassed to return to China."

A gentle smile hung on Yi Qing's face, looking at all the Chinese compatriots in front of him,

Only when he turned his head to look at Zhao Yan and the four people beside him, that smile was instantly covered by a cold killing intent, indescribably cold and sharp,

ps There is no Internet in the countryside, Qingqiu also wants to cry, after three chapters, Qingqiu knows that he can't let everyone continue to wait, so he immediately ran to the Internet café to upload it, everyone understand,