"Alright, you better watch out this afternoon, kid," Wang Dachui said helplessly.
The forest farm was a playground for the Japanese soldiers. Going down to the forest farm meant sending people into the forest to be hunted like prey. However, the prey here was living people. Going down to the forest farm was also a way for the Japanese to punish prisoners. Every day, people were sent down to the forest farm, but going down to the forest farm did not necessarily mean death. As long as they could survive the hunt after the Japanese horn sounded in the evening, they would be rewarded with a day of rest and a meager meal of leftovers from the Japanese soldiers' meals.
For Wang Han now, going to the forest farm has become an opportunity, a chance to turn the tables on the fleeing Japanese soldiers.
"Big Hammer Bro, let's get back to work." Wang Han patted Wang Dachui on the shoulder and took the lead in picking up the stones again.
After carrying the stones onto the cart in the middle of the ravine, Wang Han went to a secluded corner where no one was paying attention and quietly picked up a fist-sized rock. His gaze fell on the traitor who had whipped him not far away. It's said that a gentleman takes revenge even after ten years, but that only applies when you don't have the ability or opportunity. If you want revenge, you can only endure it. But when you have the ability and opportunity, you usually take revenge on the spot.
Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Wang Han forcefully threw the stone in his hand at the traitor. He silently chanted, "Hang on, giant!"
The thrown stone instantly transformed into a boulder the size of a double bed in mid-air, hurtling towards the traitor with a shadow and a whistling sound.
With a loud "bang," the traitor who had just been whipping Wang Han was hit by the boulder, leaving only his lower legs sticking out of the rock.
"What happened?"
"As expected, evil deeds will be punished."
Upon hearing the loud noise, everyone looked towards the location of the traitor, cursed him, and then continued working.
"It's a rock that came down from the mountain." The Japanese soldiers continued to supervise the work. No one took the traitor's death seriously. Everyone just thought that a rock that came down from the mountain just happened to hit him, that he was just unlucky. Such a big rock, no one was willing to collect his body.
Wang Han, who threw the stone, only felt a little weaker and continued working, clearly indicating that this was not his limit.
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