Zhao Yajun shot two Japanese soldiers in just a second or two.

Many of the Japanese soldiers who were still strafing did not react at all, and in the next moment, Zhao Yajun had already rushed to the back row of the Japanese soldiers, in front of the commander and the puppet army interpreter.

As soon as the two realized that danger was coming, Zhao Yajun grabbed the heads of the two with both hands and forcefully touched their foreheads together.

This time it was also with all his strength, and the skulls of both of them were shattered, obviously the braincase of the puppet army translator was not as hard as that of his imperial army, and it was more seriously flattened.

The Japanese commander, whose skull was shattered, screamed with the last remaining strength.

"Give me all the death!" Zhao Yajun was already red-eyed, pulled out the command knife from the commander's waist, and then slashed all the way.

Because his speed was too fast, the whole process took less than ten seconds, and a large number of people had died around the Japanese commander, and the others reacted, and when they turned the head of the gun, they were still afraid of accidentally injuring their own people, and the second they hesitated to shoot, they saw a black shadow rushing over, and then it was dark in front of them, and they didn't know anything.

When the Japanese soldiers began to shoot at the non-human black shadow in fear, most of their team of more than 100 people had already died, and the rest began to flee, and some shot desperately.

And those civilians who have not yet died, seeing this scene in a daze, they were still on the verge of death just now, and now they suddenly reversed.

"It's the gods who have come to save us!" A middle-aged man shouted loudly, "Long live the gods!" ”

"Long live the gods!" Several people also shouted, and there were only more than 100 survivors left of more than 1,000 people, most of whom were also wounded by gunshot wounds.

After the panic, most of these people could not control their emotions, and many even feared that the black shadow that slaughtered the Japanese soldiers would kill them all later.

The last Japanese soldier to die in the "Buckmoro ......" clutched his throat that had been cut by a sharp blade, and finally said the devil in Japanese, and fell to the ground in despair.

Seeing the last Japanese soldier fall, Zhao Yajun finally stopped, this massacre did not take much effort for him, and he was covered in blood, but he felt extremely happy.

The killers are always killed, and before these Japanese soldiers shoot and kill again, they know that their fate will also be death.

Therefore, Zhao Yajun did not feel a trace of guilt for killing them, although they are also human beings, and they also have families in Japan waiting for them to go back and reunite.

But the moment they stood here, obeying orders to massacre civilians, their fate was decided.

War is always cruel, there is no right or wrong, only the supremacy of national interests, and countless human lives that have been trampled on.

"Thank you!" Those survivors finally saw Zhao Yajun's figure clearly, and they even knelt down and kowtowed in thanks.

Maybe they were genuinely grateful for the grace of their lives, or maybe they were afraid that this terrifying existence would solve them together, but they finally breathed a sigh of relief when they couldn't see Zhao Yajun anymore after a few seconds.

At the same time, in many places around the city of Nanjing, the Japanese army also dealt with the young men who were digging pits.

"Bang bang bang!" Jiro Tanaka loved hearing machine guns very much, and every time he picked up a machine gun and fired it since he joined the army, he felt like he was in control of the world.

That kind of murderous weapon, looking at the rows of fallen people not far away, he felt a kind of heartfelt pleasure.

It's a sense of survival superiority, or rather, biologically, the pleasure of being a predator.

As a sergeant in the Japanese army, he had to obey orders, and although the initial massacre made him feel a little uncomfortable, as the army moved deeper into China and watched many of his comrades be wounded and die in the enemy's resistance, he gradually realized that being merciful to the enemy was cruel to himself.

It is precisely because of the constant reminder of this kind of thinking that he has begun to become cruel and easy to kill, not only the soldiers of China, but also the civilians of China.

And those old people, young children, and women in China, they all deserve to die too, because they are the ones who give those young people the strength and courage to resist.

Jiro Tanaka pulled the trigger and smiled as he looked at the last young man struggling to fall.

"The fourth squad began to mend the knives." Following the commander's order, a group of twelve Japanese soldiers, armed with bayonets, loaded bullets and came to the corpses that had fallen to the ground, and began to stab them in confusion.

Some of the bodies were not completely dead, and when they were moved by such a poke, they were shot again, or stabbed to death with knives.

Jiro Tanaka looked at the fourth squad to mend the knife, a little meaningful, he was a member of the second squad, and this time it was not their turn to mend the knife, so he was a little not very excited.

At this moment, an exclamation, followed by several gunshots, caught the attention of Jiro Tanaka.

Just a few dozen meters away, he saw a black shadow flickering, and then those gun-wielding comrades separated their heads and fell down in despair.

It's like a wax figure being cut open, except that the sprayed blood is so dazzling, this scene makes Tanaka Jiro a little puzzled, he doesn't know what kind of existence can do this kind of thing.

Of course, all this was done in the blink of an eye, and just when he realized that danger was coming, the dark shadow was already in front of him, and then he felt the world spin and knew nothing.

On this day, Zhao Yajun completed 7,800 slashes.

Most of the Japanese troops who entered the city died under his butcher's knife.

Because his killing was so quick and clean, the Japanese commanders who got the bits and pieces of information didn't even know what was going on.

And the thousands of Japanese troops in the city were solved without any ability to resist, so that the Japanese army immediately issued an order to evacuate Nanjing.

You must know that the Japanese army only lost a few thousand people all the way to the city of Nanjing, but in one day of entering the city of Nanjing, almost 8,000 people died inexplicably, and they didn't even know how they lost.

In fact, the most frightening thing for them was that not a single Japanese soldier survived, and it was still from the mouths of those living Nanjing people that a god-like Chinese man had killed all the Japanese with a knife.

One man killed seven or eight thousand people a day? Is this still human? And he's holding a knife?

This news is simply fantastical, and people can't believe it at all, but apart from this explanation, the Japanese generals didn't get any other reasonable explanation.

That night, the Japanese troops who had withdrawn from the city of Nanjing died down, and they did not dare to act rashly.

Similarly, Zhao Yajun also decided to rest for the night.

"Uncle, do you think it's fun to kill devils like this?"

"It's not happy, I feel very numb, at first it was to vent my anger, and I killed it very happily, but later, it became a habit." Zhao Yajun said lightly: "This kind of behavior of killing to stop killing is never a good way. ”

"yes, let's leave like that." Zhao Ya said.

"What will happen to the world when we leave?" Zhao Yajun asked.

"What should I do, maybe the Nanjing incident will not happen again." Zhao Ya said lightly: "Maybe the Nanjing incident has become more serious." ”

"Xiaoya, since I still have two abilities that are useless, then let me try them." Zhao Yajun said with a smile.