Wang Huanchun thrust with all his might, his narrow eyes flashing with ferocity, his face flushed red.

Jin Hanshan's pupils suddenly contracted, and he retreated rapidly.

An old man behind him growled and wrapped his arms around him, trying to lock him up.

Jin Hanshan, at seventy-four years old, suddenly unleashed astonishing strength, twisting his heel sharply to throw off the old man who was holding him.

"Ouch!" The old man fell to the ground, clutching his waist and screaming in pain.

Jin Hanshan's eyes flashed with a fierce light. Without saying another word, he suddenly contracted his abdomen and slammed his hands together like a door, striking at Wang Huanchun's wrist as he thrust them out.

"Smack!"

A crisp sound.

Wang Huanchun felt a sharp pain in his wrist, his strength was instantly drained, and he couldn't even hold the dagger.

"Clang!" The dagger fell to the ground.

Wang Huanchun looked horrified; Jin Hanshan's move had truly taken him by surprise: "You've practiced this?"

Jin Hanshan remained silent with a stern face, then bent his knee, raised his fist, and smashed it at another old man who was rushing towards him.

"Bang!"

The old man suffered a sharp pain in his eye socket, felt dizzy, and collapsed to the ground.

"Brother Wang, why bother!" Jin Hanshan gasped for breath, staring coldly at Wang Huanchun.

"You are not Jin Hanshan!" Wang Huanchun gritted his teeth, his killing intent surging.

"I am Jin Hanshan!" Jin Hanshan was old after all, and the two moves had already exhausted a lot of his strength, his chest heaving violently.

"You bastard, you're a traitor!" An old man glared angrily, grabbed a small stool, and smashed it down.

Jin Hanshan raised his arm to protect his head.

"Bang bang bang!"

Other old men followed suit, and small stools rained down on them.

Jin Hanshan was furious, but he could only desperately protect his head.

The curtain of the thatched shed was suddenly flung open.

Zhang Cheng's eyes narrowed as he looked at Jin Hanshan, who was under siege.

Without uttering a word, he darted forward, his hand forming a claw as he reached for Jin Hanshan, who was protecting his head.

Jin Hanshan was already at his limit. Zhang Cheng saw that Jin Hanshan had exhausted his old strength and had not yet generated new strength, so he put his right hand on Jin Hanshan's shoulder, and suddenly exerted force with his five fingers, pushing his shoulder forward.

A clean and crisp over-the-shoulder throw.

"Bang!"

A dull thud.

Jin Hanshan opened his mouth, but a breath caught in his throat.

"Your Highness, what's going on?" Zhang Cheng stepped on Jin Hanshan's chest and looked at Wang Huanchun.

Before Wang Huanchun could speak, the other old men started chattering away.

"That bastard was captured by the Japanese back then, he must have defected to the enemy and become a traitor!"

"Strip him naked and check for scars from torture!"

Wang Huanchun stared at Jin Hanshan, who was being trampled on by Zhang Cheng, with a complicated expression. He quickly stepped forward, squatted down, and reached out to pull off Jin Hanshan's cotton-padded coat.

There were no scars on his emaciated body.

Wang Huanchun was stunned.

If there are no scars, why did you refuse to take off your clothes just now?

"What's going on? This bastard wasn't tortured by the Japanese?"

"That's strange, there's no scar, so why did he react so strongly just now?"

"Turn him over and look at his back!"

Zhang Cheng frowned, a vague guess forming in his mind, and lifted his foot from Jin Hanshan's chest.

Wang Huanchun immediately turned Jin Hanshan over, pressed down on the back of his neck with one hand, and pulled his clothes up with the other.

Tattoo!

Wang Huanchun stared in astonishment at the palm-sized tattoo on Jin Hanshan's back.

Zhang Cheng's eyes widened suddenly as he stared intently at the pattern: a sword.

Kusanagi Sword!

His heart sank. Could this guy be a Japanese soldier?

Wang Huanchun didn't recognize the sword. He grabbed Jin Hanshan by the back of the neck and lifted his head up, asking, "What's that tattooed on your back?"

Jin Hanshan's eyes were bloodshot, his teeth were clenched, and he remained silent.

“This is the Kusanagi Sword, a famous sword from the Orient.” Zhang Cheng’s voice was icy.

"A Japanese sword? Damn, is this bastard really a Japanese soldier?"

"No, that's not right. We may not be from the same village, but we've known each other since we were kids. How could he be a Japanese soldier?"

Zhang Cheng stared at the "Grass Pheasant Sword" behind Jin Hanshan, his suspicions growing even stronger.

"Damn it!" Wang Huanchun suddenly cursed and grabbed Jin Hanshan's mouth.

Crimson blood gushed from Jin Hanshan's mouth, mixed with a small piece of bloody tongue.

He even considered biting his tongue to commit suicide.

Zhang Cheng felt a chill run down his spine. The pain of biting one's tongue was no small matter, and it was extremely difficult to kill, especially if it was only the tip of the tongue.

Wang Huanchun's face was ashen. He grabbed Jin Hanshan's cheek with one hand and pulled at his collar with the other: "Who exactly are you?"

Jin Hanshan's face was full of mockery, and blood was oozing out, but he remained silent.

Zhang Cheng took a deep breath and placed his hand on Jin Hanshan's shoulder: "I remember, you have a daughter, right?"

Jin Hanshan's expression froze, his emotions suddenly surged, and he stammered, "You... what... are you going to do..."

"What are you doing?" Before Zhang Cheng could speak, the old man who had been knocked down by Jin Hanshan earlier, clutching his back, said with a ferocious expression, "Since you're a Japanese devil, your daughter must be a Japanese child too! Tell me, what are we going to do?"

He smugly patted his crotch: "If I weren't impotent right now, I'd definitely want a girl!"

Zhang Cheng frowned inwardly.

The other old men, however, thought it was only natural; there was no need for morality when dealing with the Japanese.

Jin Hanshan was breathing rapidly, his face was flushed, and his eyes were filled with resentment.

"Who exactly are you?" Wang Huanchun pressed again.

"I am Jin Hanshan..." Jin Hanshan's words were mumbled because he had bitten off the tip of his tongue, but they could still be understood.

"Then what's the story behind the tattoo on your back?" Wang Huanchun glared at him.

Jin Hanshan remained silent again.

"Brother Wang, let me handle this!" An old man in a military overcoat picked up a dagger from the ground, stared at Jin Hanshan, and said in a cold voice, "You bastard, you should know what I'm capable of. You were guarding not far away when I was cutting those two Japanese devils to pieces."

He wiped his nose with the back of his hand: "Even though I'm not very good with my hands and feet these days, I can still cut flesh for you Japanese devils with more skill than Nian Di'er embroiders."

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