The two men took hoes and pickaxes and quietly sneaked into the territory under Li Guangyi's jurisdiction.
All around was deathly silent, with only the howling wind raging in my ears, like the roar of a demon.
"I said, you have a gun, I have a sword, what are you doing with a hoe and pickaxe?"
Without explaining, Chen Zhennan grabbed her and ran towards the church not far from the Jewish cult.
At the church entrance, two missionaries stood guard like wooden statues.
Chen Zhennan pursed his lips, grabbed the hoe beside him without saying a word, and rushed forward.
With a single, swift stroke of his hoe, the missionary on the left was knocked to the ground like a tattered sack, without uttering a sound.
Song Yunyang followed closely behind, swinging her pickaxe like a windmill and smashing it straight down on the head of another missionary, who instantly collapsed to the ground.
Chen Zhennan took a deep breath, as if to vent all the anger in his heart, and kicked open the church door.
The door slammed shut, and then the two men burst into the church like whirlwinds.
The five missionaries in the church were fast asleep when they were startled awake by the loud noise.
Chen Zhennan didn't care about any of that. He acted as if he were in an empty place, wielding a hoe and, together with Song Yunyang, quickly killed all five missionaries.
Chen Zhennan took out a tinderbox from his pocket, blew on it gently, and the tinderbox caught fire. He then threw it onto the firewood beside him.
The flames, like unleashed demons, shot up and spread rapidly, instantly engulfing the entire church in flames.
The two turned and went out. Chen Zhennan playfully gestured to Song Yunyang, then placed the pickaxe and hoe in a spot by the door where they wouldn't get burned.
"This is our precious equipment, we can't let it get burned."
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