A cold winter in the southern city of country X.
The scorched earth was littered with corpses and blood.
Without exception, all of these corpses were barely clothed and died in extremely gruesome circumstances.
Most of the male corpses were headless, missing limbs, or covered in bloody holes, and some had their genitals cut off.
The female corpses were almost all naked, their bodies covered in signs of abuse, their legs spread wide, their lower bodies a bloody mess, and some even had their breasts cut off.
Beside the corpse was a child crying desperately, and the mournful cries of an infant could be heard coming from inside the house.
But many more children and infants, just like adults, lie in pools of filthy blood, their tiny bodies brutally murdered before they can even begin to understand the world.
In the distance, loud laughter could be faintly heard, mixed with a cacophony of languages, completely out of place in this hellish scene.
This densely populated city is the home of all the people in the southern part of the city. They work at sunrise and rest at sunset, and although their lives are simple, they are also content.
The country has been at war for years, and the Japanese pirates had long coveted this beautiful and rich land, so they took the opportunity to invade.
Over the years, the southern part of the city had remained relatively peaceful. Whenever the people heard that a place had fallen, they were filled with anxiety, fearing that one day they would open their eyes to find their homes had become the territory of the Japanese pirates.
Despite their daily prayers, the southern city still fell completely.
The ruthless Japanese army occupied the southern part of the city and carried out a massacre there. They were like locusts, killing wherever they went. Their principle was to kill, loot, and burn everything.
Wherever they went, the men killed them on sight. Unarmed women were gang-raped and violated, ranging from seventy-year-old women to six- or seven-year-old girls, all becoming tools for them to vent their lust.
Countless women died in humiliation, and even those who survived were hacked to pieces with bayonets after their venting was over.
Countless people watched helplessly as their family members were killed, and their mothers, sisters, and daughters were wantonly insulted and trampled upon by the Japanese pirates.
Young mothers gritted their teeth and endured the pain of being humiliated, only begging to be spared their infant children.
Afterwards, she watched helplessly as a group of demons threw the toddler into boiling water to cook him.
She screamed and lunged inside.
For a month, unimaginable tragedies occurred on this land every day.
Countless homes were destroyed, countless properties were looted, and hundreds of thousands of people were brutally murdered.
The once peaceful southern city has been completely transformed into a living hell.
In the eyes of these evil spirits, they were not killing people, but merely a group of two-legged animals that looked like humans.
Gradually, they became dissatisfied with simply killing and arson. Their evil intentions escalated, and they began to hold killing contests for amusement.
The people called these demons "ghosts," meaning evil spirits from hell.
At this moment, a murder contest is taking place in an open space on the outskirts of the city.
Hundreds of people knelt on the open ground, in dozens of rows, including men, women, and children. There was also a deep pit about ten meters in diameter next to them.
Twenty or thirty Japanese soldiers, dressed in khaki uniforms and carrying guns, pointed their bayonets at the kneeling crowd. They chatted excitedly, their malicious eyes darting around.
Only the first few rows were tied up with ropes; those tied up were prisoners of war, the original guardians of this city.
The remaining people were barely clothed, with most of the women's upper bodies exposed, but they looked numb and didn't even try to cover themselves up. Some of them were holding innocent and unaware children in their arms.
There were also some young and middle-aged men, but no one spoke or resisted. They knelt there calmly, their faces numb and stiff, showing no sign of fear.
It was as if those kneeling here were not human beings, but a group of walking corpses.
The competition began, and the Japanese soldiers first used bayonets to behead their enemies, seeing who could be faster.
Then they fired machine guns to see who had the better aim.
One of the Japanese soldiers seemed to have thought of something fun. He pulled a two- or three-year-old child out of his mother's arms, stabbed him through with his bayonet, and proudly displayed him on the tip of his rifle to his comrades.
The mother went mad and tried to snatch it, but was stabbed to death.
The other Japanese soldiers gave him a thumbs up and began to imitate him.
Soon, half of the hundreds of people were gone, and the bodies were thrown into the deep pit, piled up layer by layer, filling half of the pit.
A soldier kneeling at the end of the first row, about seventeen or eighteen years old, had blood all over his still-childish face. His hands were tied behind his back, and there were more than a dozen bloody holes in his body, from which blood was still gushing. He was on the verge of death.
But he still stared fiercely at the evil Japanese soldiers with the eyes of a vicious wolf. His fierce gaze left no doubt that if he could move, he would pounce on them and bite off their necks.
Enraged by that look, the Japanese soldier kicked the soldier in the chest, knocking him to the ground and causing him to vomit blood several times.
One of the Japanese soldiers immediately cursed, "How dare you provoke the Imperial Army with such disrespectful eyes? You're asking for trouble!"
It turned out to be a fake Japanese soldier!
The soldier's hatred for him was clearly deeper, and he cursed in grief and indignation: "You damned traitor, you collaborator! You'll die a horrible death! Hundreds of thousands of our compatriots are watching from heaven. Just wait to go to hell!"
Enraged, the fake Japanese soldier raised his bayonet and plunged it into the soldier's chest.
The soldier could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground, looking at the gray sky, leaving behind two lines of bloody tears.
God, please open your eyes and take these evil spirits away!
I want to go home so badly!
But her parents were murdered, her three older brothers died one after another on the battlefield a few years ago, her sisters-in-law were raped to death, and her only sister was taken away by these evil spirits a few days ago, and she doesn't know if she is dead or alive.
He's probably dead.
It's better to be dead; once you're dead, you'll never have to be afraid again.
The soldier was lifeless, but his eyes were still wide open, filled with a hatred and despair that could destroy the world.
To curry favor with the Japanese, the traitors hung the soldier's corpse on a wooden stake.
The massacre continued, and soon half of the remaining people were gone.
Blood stained the ground and splattered on the faces and bodies of the Japanese soldiers. They laughed excitedly, their chatter never stopping, their voices twisted and ferocious, as if they had only slaughtered a herd of cattle and sheep.
The bizarre killing contest lasted for several hours. The Japanese soldiers seemed to have had enough and were impatient to kill them one by one. They pointed their bayonets at the remaining people and drove them all into the pit.
All the Japanese soldiers surrounded the pit, took the shovels that the traitor had collected, and laughed loudly as they filled the pit with soil.
They want to bury the rest alive!
Survival is a human instinct, especially when faced with a horrific method of death like being buried alive.
The living people in the pit finally began to struggle as the yellow soil was slapped against them.
They struggled to climb upwards, only to be driven back by bayonets and gun barrels.
Despite the people's painful pleas for mercy, the live burial continued. As the yellow earth was about to cover their heads, the Japanese soldiers quickened their pace, preparing to call it a day and have lunch.
No one noticed that the soldier's corpse hanging on the wooden stake was rapidly healing its fatal heart wound; in just a few seconds, the bloody hole on its body had healed.
Immediately afterwards, his unfocused pupils began to focus, and his dark eyes moved slightly.
Close your eyes, then open them again, and a fierce glint instantly appears!
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