It was night, and the wind was a little cold. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ye Yu stood on the hill in the wind, overlooking the entire brightly lit Komatsu City.

"Chief, something has been found." A special soldier ran towards Ye Yu with a large bag on his back, and threw the bag on the ground with his hand.

Ye Yu pinched out the cigarette roll in his hand, leaned over and pulled out a katana from the bag.

At night, a cold light was reflected on Ye Yu's face, and Ye Yu sharpened the blade with his thumb: "The knife is good, the Feng group clears the periphery, and the rest of the people follow me to kill it, the old and young women and children are not killed, and the adult males are not left!" Takashi Kato, Taichi Ono ... These people, I want to live. ”

"You stay here." Ye Yu turned to Shi Jingdie, Xiao Ning and the others and said.

Shi Jingdie pursed her lips and didn't speak, her heart didn't approve of Ye Yu doing this.

At night, a group of unclothed people, with the cold wind, pounced on Komatsu City, the knife they were dragging in their hands had been out of the scabbard, and with their rapid running figures, cold flashes from time to time.

The eyes of these people spew monstrous flames, and their bodies are full of restless blood, you kill me, I slaughter you all over the city...

In the port of Komatsu City, slaves with chains around their necks are still working, power plants, fishing grounds, cleaning the streets, and lots and lots of dirty work are waiting for them.

"Yaga!" An island man whipped the yellow-skinny slave in front of him.

The whip cut through the slave's thin garment, tearing a bright red gash in the withered skin beneath the garment.

"Yaga! Get up and keep moving. The islander whipped the slave again, who had fallen to the ground.

"I... I can't walk anymore, let me rest for a while..."The slave lifted his dark and thin face, his eyes pleading helplessly in the night.

"Hahaha..." The island man suddenly unbuttoned his pants and took out the dictment, and a stinking liquid fell on the slave's black and thin face.

The slave was lying on the ground with his head covered, he was only eighteen years old today, he was the proud son of heaven who was admitted to the University of Nuremberg, on the way to study at the University of Nuremberg, the catastrophe completely rewrote the trajectory of his life, he was exiled to this island, and he lay here.

"Hahaha..."The island samurai lifted his pants and suddenly pulled out the katana that was at his waist.

The slave's head was broken from his neck, and his bones rolled down the slope for a long time, and the last vestige of consciousness he had left told him that the Nuremberg acceptance letter, which he had hidden in his arms, had not stopped for several years... Dreams to chase all the way.

"Hahaha, Yaga! Laziness, that's the end! The samurai of the island nation took out a white cloth from his bosom, carefully wiped the blood from the katana, and put it in the scabbard.

By the port, hundreds of slaves turned a blind eye to the corpse that lost its head, half a year of torture and humiliation, has made them forget their identity, no matter how prominent your previous identity was, no matter how strong your previous background was, here, the steel knife in the hands of the island people is the master of everything, or that sentence, good death... It's better to live.

"Hahaha... Mr. Yamada, your swordsmanship is still so exquisite, after the shift, let's go to the brothel together? A samurai with a shoulder came up and gave a thumbs up by kicking the corpse that had lost its head.

The man named Yamada touched the katana on his waist and said proudly, "This knife is called 'Mihu Toru', this is a treasure handed down from my ancestors, my great-grandfather, who used it to cut off the heads of 163 enemies, this is the glory of my Yamada family." ”

"Yamada-kun, this Komatsu City, it's really..."The island samurai was stunned as soon as he was halfway through his words.

A cloak of blood spurted out of Yamada's neck, splashing him all over viscous blood, and a head flew into the air in an instant, and Yamano's body fell to his feet with a thud.

After Yamano's body fell, the samurai of the island nation finally saw the person standing behind Yamano.

Her eyes were cold, and the steel knife in her hand was dripping with blood...

The port was in chaos, and the slaves threw down their hands, shoulders, backs, and the goods they were carrying, stunned aside, they stared at their eyes, held their breath, and looked at the Shura Hell in front of them stupidly.

It seemed that there were only a few people, and they were still women, and they dragged steel knives in their hands and rushed into the crowd of island warriors, and one after another the heads flew into the air.

Especially the woman, his eyes seemed to be winter, her face was like eternal frost, and yet, the steel knife in her hand was hot, and she was like a machine that spewed smoke, a machine that only knew how to kill.

This woman didn't even say the first half of the lines that she pretended to be forced on her daily appearances, just like that... That's it... She dragged the steel knife in her hand backwards, and slashed into the crowd with a pair of cold eyes.

"These... Who is it? A slave in his 20s, with a blue nose and swollen face, suddenly said timidly.

"How can it be like chopping cabbage, aren't these island warriors very powerful?" Another slave shuddered, and he had forgotten how long it had been since he had spoken.

"It looks like there are only 6 people, and it's still a woman, which is... It's too animal, after they kill these island country miscellaneous pieces, will they kill us? ”

"Probably not, without us, who will work, I think I still have some use."

"Yes, yes, no matter who takes over this fishing ground, we are all ants, let's stop working." A middle-aged man in his 40s bent down to pick up boxes scattered on the floor.

On the port, a strange scene was staged, on one side were a few women who were killing like crazy, on the other side were hundreds of men fleeing frantically, and on the other side, there were rows of slaves carrying goods in an orderly manner.

In Komatsu City, the clean and tidy streets seem to have been washed by a rain of blood, and there is red blood everywhere, and there are headless corpses with lost heads on the streets.

Ye Yu's steel knife was inserted into the body of a headless corpse, he stood next to the steel knife, lit a cigarette, he wiped the blood on his hands, pinched the cigarette and took a puff.

Behind Ye Yu, there were more than thirty soldiers covered in blood standing side by side, and the steel knives they were carrying in their hands were all dripping with bright red blood.

On the opposite side of Ye Yu was a group of island people armed with katanas, they stood in a ball with fear, and no one dared to take a step forward, even a small step.

Those who rushed forward were headless corpses.

"Kato Taka, Taichi Ono..."Ye Yu held a bloodstained cigarette in his mouth, and read out a string of names in a deep voice.

"Hand them over." Ye Yu threw away the cigarette butt and pulled out the steel knife inserted in the headless corpse.

"You... Don't be too arrogant, the warriors of my big RB empire will not be afraid of you, there are only thirty or so of you, and we are forty times as many as you, you are looking for death! An islander with a strip of white cloth wrapped around his head stepped out of the crowd, squinting his eyes and shouting in a deep voice.

The corners of Ye Yu's mouth suddenly curved, and he turned to laugh loudly, Ye Yu turned his head, looked at the soldier standing behind him, covered his stomach and laughed: "Hahahaha... Hahaha, he said... He said... There are many of them. ”

Ye Yu couldn't breathe with a smile, and the group of soldiers behind him suddenly burst into a burst of earth-shattering laughter...

Ye Yu raised his hand and wiped away the tears that had burst out of laughter from the corners of his eyes, he looked at the soldiers standing behind him, his lips opened slightly, and he spit out a word: "Kill!" ”

It was night, the wind was a little cold, and a steel knife with a cold glow whistled into the crowd again.