Chapter 5: Frenzied Slaughter
Li Guotao kicked up a rifle from the ground, pulled the bolt, and fired a shot, directly killing a fleeing enemy soldier. He then fired three more shots, effortlessly eliminating the remaining three enemy soldiers.
Kill! More than thirty little devils shouted in unison, brandishing their bayonets as they charged towards Li Guotao
Fellow villagers, I have avenged you. I know this is far from enough. I will demand repayment for the blood debts of the little devils, one by one. Rest assured, one day I will eliminate all those little devils whose hands are stained with the blood of my compatriots and completely drive them out of our territory. By then, you will be able to rest in peace! Trust me, you will not have to wait long!" After Li Guotao finished speaking, he bowed several times towards the large pit.
"Devil! He is not a human, he is a devil!" The four little devils, already terrified by Li Guotao's frenzied slaughter, no longer had the courage to continue fighting him and turned to flee.
Since it is this way, I shall send you on your way!" Li Guotao glanced at Yamamoto Jiro, whose chest muscles had been completely sliced away, revealing the heart that was still faintly beating within the chest cavity. After Li Guotao finished speaking, he casually drew a knife and directly extracted Yamamoto Jiro's heart.
"Who can't boast? Let's see the real skills in action!" Li Guotao said as he gently slid the commander in his hand across Cao Chang's neck, crimson blood gushing forth. Li Guotao casually tossed the corpse on the ground and coldly remarked, "You little devil still have some courage. Don't worry! I will make sure you are the last to die. Enough with the nonsense, let's go all out!"
Li Guotao reached out to remove the bayonet from his gun and slowly walked towards Yamamoto Jiro, who was struggling on the ground, with a cold smile on his face and said, "Little devil, did you just call me a Chinese person... ?"
Puh! Yamada Jiro, who had fallen to the ground, could not help but spit out a mouthful of fresh blood. With a grim expression, he shouted loudly, "Kill him! Hurry and kill him!"
Yamada Jiro glanced at the corpse of the little devil lying on the ground, then turned to Li Guotao and said, "Although you are our enemy, I must admit that you are a true samurai. Your bravery and courage command my utmost respect. However, the dignity of the Empire of Japan cannot be provoked. I accept your challenge, and today I shall use the blood of you, this Chinese warrior, to honor the souls of the valiant soldiers of the Imperial Japanese Army whom you have slain."
"Seeking death!" Li Guotao snorted coldly, raising the Japanese sword in his hand and striking at the little devils. Although the little devils were skilled in close combat, they were utterly defenseless against Li Guotao, a human killing machine meticulously trained by the Celestial Empire of later generations. Li Guotao slashed left and right, taking one down with each stroke, as if chopping vegetables. In the blink of an eye, more than thirty little devils had fallen, with over half of them already down.
After speaking, Li Guotao turned to Yamamoto Jiro and said, "I will not let you die so easily. One life, one knife. I will make you thoroughly enjoy the taste of a life worse than death!" As he spoke, Li Guotao swiftly struck with a knife, slicing a long strip of flesh from Yamamoto Jiro's body
"Bastard! Kill!" Yamamoto Jiro, in a fit of rage, lunged at Li Guotao with a command knife raised. Li Guotao stepped forward and delivered a flying kick directly to Yamamoto Jiro's abdomen, sending him flying. However, Li Guotao did not intend to take Yamamoto Jiro's life with this kick; killing him so easily would be too lenient for this little devil.
The remaining little devils finally became frightened, frantically pulling the triggers in an attempt to shoot Li Guotao, but Li Guotao would not give them that opportunity at all. He rushed forward and struck fiercely, and several more little devils fell under his blade. At this moment, aside from Yamamoto Jiro, who was injured and unable to get up, only four little devils remained. These four little devils looked at each other, their faces displaying extreme terror.
What do you want to do?" Yamamoto Jiro looked at Li Guotao, who appeared like a devil, with fear and unease
"Damn it! What do you think I want to do? You dare to insult me, and that is already a certain death. You even dare to insult my motherland, and that is a crime deserving of a thousand deaths!" Li Guotao said as he extended a hand like an iron claw, directly gripping Yamamoto Jiro's neck. As Yamamoto Jiro's neck was seized, his eyes suddenly widened, and his tongue involuntarily extended. Li Guotao swiftly drew a knife and directly severed Yamamoto Jiro's tongue. Yamamoto Jiro let out a scream akin to that of a slaughtered pig, but the sound was somewhat strange since it was only his tongue that was cut.
Yamada Jiro was completely shocked by the scene before him. This person must be eliminated; as long as he is alive for even a day, more imperial warriors will inevitably lose their lives at his hands. At this moment, Yamada Jiro could no longer care about the dignity of a samurai and reached for the turtle box at his waist
At this moment, Yamamoto Jiro was already on the brink of death, having been slashed over three hundred times all over his body, rendering him unrecognizable as a human. However, Yamamoto Jiro had not yet breathed his last, though he was left with only one final breath to take.
After Li Guotao finished speaking, he knelt by the pit, raised his head, and shouted loudly, "Fellow villagers, it is my incompetence, Li Guotao, that has failed to save you. I know your heroic spirits have not yet departed, so please open your eyes and see how I avenge you!"
Li Guotao stood up, turned his head to glance at a pile of corn stalks standing in the corner, and with a cold laugh, strode over. "You few worthless dogs, are you crawling out on your own, or do you want me to personally drag you out?"
"This is just a little interest!" Li Guotao said coldly, reaching out to lift Yamamoto Jiro and walking over to the large pit. He threw Yamamoto Jiro onto the ground, pointed at the mountain of corpses piled up in the pit, and shouted loudly, "Little devil, open your dog eyes and take a look. These are all unarmed civilians. You beasts, who are even worse than animals, can really bring yourselves to do this! Since you dare to act, then you must pay the price for it!"
"A bunch of trash!" Li Guotao spat disdainfully, saying this as he reached out and snapped the command knife in his hand into two pieces. He casually tossed them aside, and the two broken blades directly pierced into Yamamoto Jiro's hands. Yamamoto Jiro couldn't help but let out a cry of agony, and the box he was holding fell to the ground.
Yamada Jiro let out another scream of agony, but before the sound had faded, Li Guotao struck again with his knife, slicing off another large piece of flesh. Thus, amidst Yamada Jiro's cries, Li Guotao inflicted over three hundred cuts on him, continuing until he himself began to feel fatigued. At that moment, Li Guotao coldly remarked, "Over three hundred cuts now, it should be about enough"