Chapter 224
The small city of Jiang has become a place that some people cannot enter even if they want to.
Lu Daju stood on the top of the roof of a multi-story building. His small cat-like body blended into the dark night as the sun set. The gate of the city tower had been closed early. The gate soldiers below, who used to be lazy, were now on duty with full energy.
Of course they didn't want to work overtime. A group of refugees from the north suddenly came under the order from above. They couldn't let these people into the city. If they caused any trouble, they would be in trouble.
Outside the city gate and under the city wall, in the darkness far and near, there was a small group of refugees gathered together. The sparse sounds of talking, gasping, and crying never stopped.
"Master, master, please be kind, my mother is sick, let me go into the city to find a doctor." Outside the city gate, a man in tattered clothes, carrying a skinny, white-haired old woman on his back, knelt and begged the guard on the city gate to open the door.
"Go away, go away. It costs two silver dollars per person to enter the city. As long as you take out the silver dollars, I will let you in immediately." The one who answered was a small team leader, who was the one who made the decision at the door at this time.
These people who fled famine were even more ragged than those in the slums, with messy hair and faces so dirty that you couldn't tell their color. Only a few of them could come up with two dollars.
It was no use for the man to kneel down and kowtow.
The captain of the gate took off the gun from his back and said: "If you don't have the money, go away. Stop making noise, or I'll kill you."
The man was about to kowtow when he was stopped by an old man and a woman. Several half-naked children also surrounded them.
"Daniu, let's go. It's useless. Even the pillar of Guojia Village is so badly injured that we can't send him in."
"we……."
Lu Daju jumped down and stepped on the ground outside the city with his limbs. In those days, many people suffered from night death due to malnutrition. He passed through the crowd and no one noticed him at all.
The area was covered with gloomy clouds. It was impossible to cook or drink hot water. All the places close to human settlements were bare and everything that could be burned had been burned. The better part here was that it was close to the river and there was water to drink. He saw some people gnawing on wood chips and grass roots.
He walked silently through the crowd, which numbered about three to four hundred people. At the edge of the crowd, there was a heavy gasp. A man was lying on the ground, his left arm bent abnormally. The wound was tied up tightly, and he was still breathing.
Beside the man were two elderly people, a man and a woman, who took care of him. The old woman sobbed and stroked his hair: "Son, go to sleep. You won't feel uncomfortable when you fall asleep. Don't worry about me and your father. We are fine. Those damned Japanese soldiers didn't hurt us that day."
"Son, sleep peacefully, your parents are with you." Haozi's eyes were blurred, breathing in more than out, looking dimly at his mother who was over fifty years old. It was he, the son, who had supported him all the way south and brought his parents here. Now that he was gone, what would happen to his elderly parents? He was holding his breath and was unwilling to do so.
Lu Daju heard the old woman's mumbling and walked around them. The humerus lying on the ground should be broken. There was a big hole in the middle and it looked shattered. In this era, it could only be caused by a rifle.
The Japanese invaders that the old woman mentioned, combined with what Lu Daju heard from the survivors by the river, really came.
Lu Daju did not stop, and ran into the darkness with all four legs.
As dusk spread across the reeds like a spilled inkstone, Lu Daju could smell the scent of tar mixed with rotting fish. He lowered his body and crawled along the direction of the fallen thatch. Three hundred meters away, the path twisted like a snake's slough, and the blood clots in the wheel ruts were being crushed by fresh hoof prints.
The withered weeds completely concealed his figure. Among the houses covered with black thatch, green trucks were looming, and people were talking. The people who had set up camp here were indeed the ones he thought they were, a seven-man patrol, wearing the standard leggings of the Kwantung Army.
He could see several people gathered around a campfire, burning something with their helmets. He crawled into the straw, tried to get closer in another direction, and bumped into a pile of corpses.
The dried corpses were piled up in a mess, wearing patched grey cloth, and the blood from the old, the young, and the children mixed together in a pool.
The laughter of animals could be heard in the distance. Two or three animals came out of the thatched hut in disheveled clothes and greeted the people by the fire. Three or four of them stood up and walked into the thatched hut with smiles on their faces.
Lu Daju felt as if a breath was being held in his heart, like a burning powder keg. His vision gradually turned red and blurred, and all he could see were those beasts who had brought disaster to the entire village.
"The women of □□ can't compare with our empire at all. They are just like wood." Holding up his trousers, he sat down by the fire, picked up his helmet and planned to take something from the big pot to replenish his energy.
"Hi, she will only tighten when I stab her with a dagger, like a dead...!" The man was still gesturing with his hands, intending to have a more in-depth discussion with the beast. When he tilted his head, he saw something strange in the corner of his eye.
"Nanikore!!!!" I turned around and couldn't help but scream in shock.
Who is Lu Daju? He is the impurities separated out after Rong Zhou absorbed too much negative energy. Rong Zhou was afraid that his emotions and rationality would be affected, so he picked up his original intention and judgment, cut out all the magazines that might affect him, and molded them into the □□ of another character in the account.
Lu Daju had never absorbed energy himself; whenever he needed it, he would go to Rong Zhou. So he had no idea. Death, fear, hatred, malice, curses, and nausea lingered in the air, a strong malice so bitter and sticky it made one nauseous.
He was originally a geometric form of evil. After the outer shell of his rationality was burned off, the malevolent energy floating in the air rushed into his body like a magnet on a sword.
The body, which had maintained the size of a kitten due to lack of energy, was stretched and expanded, the pain of the flesh being stretched and torn, the excruciating cuts of bones being contaminated and reorganized, could not bring back the burned-out sanity.
Knowing history is one thing, but seeing the cruel history before his eyes is another. He cannot bear it, it is impossible to bear it. Those who died and were trampled upon were his compatriots. He did not recognize his compatriots whom he had seen countless times in history.
Die, die all of you, those beasts who are worse than pigs and dogs, some of them don't deserve to live in this world, kill them, kill them, tear them to pieces.
"What is that?!" the little bastard yelled.
Everyone looked in the direction the man was shouting, that was where they dumped the body.
There was a black figure there, as small as a cat, with a pair of red eyes, staring at them intently. Its body began to swell and deform, and black and red smoke came out of its stretched skin. It stretched and grew bigger, and a large amount of black and red smoke spewed out of the monster's body.
Spread to all directions.
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