The pain was so intense that I felt all over my body, and there was no trace of intact skin on my body, and I heard the rampant laughter of those people in my ears! In front of their eyes, blurred by blood, were their hideous smiles. Looking around the dark, damp room, I smiled bitterly.

I, Liu Yanxin, actually ended up like this! The last moments of his life were not on the battlefield, but at the hands of his own compatriots. No, they are not my compatriots, they are a bunch of scum of the Chinese nation, traitors who betrayed the country, and lackeys of the Japanese! It is a shame to China, they are not worthy of being my compatriots.

There was a sound of footsteps in leather shoes, and the men stopped laughing, and I heard them shout again: "Sit." The tone is respectful and flattering.

"Bureau?" The corners of my mouth lifted, and a sneer crossed over me, and I knew who it was.

Lin Zhengdao, this name I will never forget even if I become a ghost, it is this person who made Nanjing City into hell. It was this man who caused the greatest catastrophe in the history of Nanjing, China. It's this person who ruined my family.

"How is she?" The visitor didn't even look at the woman who was hung on the torture rack covered in bruises, but glared at him angrily.

"I'm afraid it won't last long." A man whispered it, but it was still clear to my ears.

In the first half of my life, I don't know how many times I have died, from the city of Nanjing, the 'hell on earth' to the 'death camp' in Germany, how many times I have brushed shoulders with death. I have long looked down on it, and I have seen it through, the only thing that I can't ignore is that I can't slash this traitor, for my family, for the blood of my compatriots who died tragically in Nanjing. But...... A touch of pleasure rose in my heart, although I couldn't slash the enemy, but I taught his only daughter a hard lesson when I was at the University of Berlin, and it can be regarded as a breath of relief for my family and Nanjing compatriots who died tragically!

"Are you going to die?" Lin Zhengdao let out a sneer, walked up to me with his hands behind his back, grabbed my hair, and whispered in my ear, "surnamed Liu, before you die, I want to thank you." I stared at him, "What did he say, he was going to thank me?" His words rang in my ears word by word, and with his words, I felt as if I had returned to those nightmarish days.

It was December 13, 1937, and I will never forget that day, which was the catastrophe of China, the catastrophe of the Chinese nation, the catastrophe of Nanjing, and even more ...... The catastrophe of our family.

Before the Japanese troops entered the city, I repeatedly begged my father and his family to take refuge in various shelters run by those foreigners, hoping to survive under their protection. But my stubborn and paranoid father refused my offer again and again, and not only that, but he also strictly ordered my sisters not to go to the shelter.

My father's orders and my sisters never dared to disobey them, and I could only sit at home and watch the sunrise and sunset outside, listening to the miserable cries getting closer and closer to us...... Getting closer......

The door was kicked open, and several fierce devils broke in, and the father stepped forward to shout to stop, but saw a flash of cold light, and a burst of blood mist filled the eyes, and the father's head fell to the ground in the cold light, accompanied by the laughter of the devil.