The gale, carrying a blizzard, raged and roared across this icy wasteland.
Lu Fan stood in the snow, quietly watching Yamamoto.
Yamamoto collapsed onto the snow, gazing up at Lu Fan's raised, gleaming broadsword. Fear surged like a tidal wave, completely engulfing him.
His body trembled violently and uncontrollably, and his teeth chattered.
"Don't kill me, please! I really know I was wrong! Spare my life!"
Yamamoto cried out hoarsely, his voice ripped apart by the howling wind, echoing across the icy plain with endless despair and fear.
Lu Fan, like a war god, looked down at Yamamoto from his high position, his eyes cold as frost, without a trace of pity.
"I can give you a chance, but you must answer my questions truthfully, without hiding a single word."
His voice was deep and cold, as if it came from a frigid abyss.
Yamamoto, as if grasping at a last straw, nodded frantically, saying repeatedly, "I'll answer, I'll answer truthfully! Please spare my life!"
Lu Fan took a deep breath, the suppressed anger and grief in his chest about to erupt like a volcano.
He asked loudly, "First question: Was the war of aggression launched by Japan against China a brutal and inhumane one?"
Yamamoto's face turned deathly pale instantly, his lips trembled violently, and before he could utter a sound, Lu Fan's broadsword fell heavily with a fierce aura.
With a "plop," a long, bloody gash was slashed open on Yamamoto's arm, and bright red blood gushed out, quickly staining the white snow with a glaring red.
"Yes, it's an invasion!"
Yamamoto, writhing in pain and drenched in cold sweat, cried out in a tearful voice, "Back then, our country brazenly launched a war, bringing immense disaster to China. Countless people were displaced, their homes destroyed, and their families torn apart..."
In the live stream, angry comments scrolled wildly like a barrage of bullets.
"Is there even a need to ask such a question? The evidence of their crimes of aggression is irrefutable and beyond question!"
"Yamamoto must confess honestly, or we will not let him off easily! He must pay the price for his evil deeds!"
"Let the whole world see the ugly face of Japan, their crimes are too numerous to count!"
"These beasts never admit their crimes and deserve severe punishment. Killing them wouldn't be enough!"
Lu Fan then asked, his voice growing increasingly cold: "Did they massacre 300,000 innocent compatriots in Nanjing?"
Yamamoto instinctively wanted to avoid the situation, a hint of cowardice flashing in his eyes.
However, Lu Fan's knife did not hesitate at all and fell again. With a "crack", another shocking wound was added to Yamamoto's thigh.
"ah!"
Yamamoto screamed in agony, his voice piercingly mournful, "Yes, there was a massacre. The Nanjing Massacre is an undeniable fact, I admit it..."
"Did you implement the inhumane 'Three Alls' policy during your invasion of China?"
Lu Fan's voice grew even colder and more piercing in the wind and snow, carrying an unquestionable authority, like a righteous judgment.
"Yes, the Three Alls Policy was implemented."
Yamamoto answered tremblingly, tears and sweat mingling and sliding down his face, contorted with pain, "Burn everything, kill everyone, loot everything. Wherever we went, we committed atrocities, bringing utter destruction to the people of China. Everywhere there was weeping and bloodshed..."
Before he could finish speaking, Lu Fan's knife mercilessly slashed across his other leg, and blood once again stained the pristine snow, creating a stark contrast with the surrounding icy landscape.
"During the war, did you forcibly abduct Chinese women to serve as comfort women?"
Lu Fan's eyes burned with raging anger, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with deep-seated hatred.
Yamamoto's eyes widened in terror, his body trembling violently. He hesitated for only a moment before Lu Fan's knife fell again.
With a "thud," a deep, bone-revealing wound appeared on Yamamoto's shoulder.
"Yes, we kidnapped Chinese women to serve as comfort women. We were wrong, we were really wrong!" Yamamoto's voice, choked with sobs, echoed in the snow and ice, sounding so small and helpless.
"Did they conduct inhumane germ warfare and human experiments?" Lu Fan's voice resounded like a bell across the icy plain, causing the air to tremble slightly.
"Yes, Unit 731 conducted bacteriological warfare and human experiments."
Yamamoto's voice was weak, his breath fading, "Those innocent lives were used as experimental subjects, tortured, and mutilated. It was too cruel... We are so sorry for them..."
As soon as he finished speaking, his other arm was also slashed by the knife, and blood splattered everywhere, creating splashes of blood on the snow.
"Do you acknowledge that the Diaoyu Islands are China's inherent territory?"
Lu Fan's gaze was piercing, fixed on Yamamoto as if trying to see through his soul.
Yamamoto stammered, "The Diaoyu Islands belong to China, they always have... historically and legally, they belong to China..."
Before he could finish speaking, his waist was slashed open again by the knife, and blood quickly soaked through his clothes.
"I was wrong, I know I was wrong, cough cough... Please, let me go..."
Lu Fan looked at Yamamoto, who was like a dead dog, and a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.
“I confess to all the crimes…we were wrong…” Yamamoto’s voice grew softer and softer, his body convulsed, and his life was slowly fading away.
Lu Fan coldly said, "You're not wrong, you're just scared. But that's okay, as long as you admit it!"
In the live stream, the audience was filled with righteous indignation, their emotions completely ignited.
"They still haven't thoroughly reflected on their actions, which is simply unforgivable! They must remember history and apologize to the world!"
"The Japanese nation must pay a heavy price for their crimes! Blood must be spilled!"
"These sons of bitches have done things that are intolerable to heaven and earth. I wish I could wipe them out!"
"Lu Fan did the right thing, letting Yamamoto tell the truth and letting the whole world know about the crimes of Japan. We must remember history and strive for self-improvement!"
As Lu Fan continued to ask questions, the whole world fell silent.
The crimes committed by Japan in the past are laid bare before the world.
The scarred history of China has once again been seen clearly by the people.
Yamamoto was barely breathing, but a sliver of will to live remained in his eyes. His lips trembled as he weakly pleaded, "Please... please spare me. I've told you, I really know I was wrong..."
The sound was barely audible, yet it sounded particularly jarring on the desolate ice field.
Lu Fan looked at him coldly, his eyes filled with disdain and disgust.
"Do you think I would keep my word to a bunch of beasts who have committed countless crimes? The pain that your Japan has caused to China cannot be erased by a few words of pleas for forgiveness?"
After saying that, Lu Fan's eyes instantly turned sharp as knives. He raised the large knife in his hand, which was already stained with blood, and slashed at Yamamoto's left arm without hesitation.
With a "crack," the sound of bones breaking was particularly clear in the silent snow. Yamamoto's left arm, covered in warm blood, flew to the ground beside him, splashing up a cloud of blood mist.
"ah--"
Yamamoto let out a heart-wrenching scream, a sound filled with endless pain and fear.
However, Lu Fan did not pause at all. He raised his broadsword high again and then brought it down heavily. Yamamoto's right arm was severed, and blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the surrounding snow even more crimson.
At this moment, Yamamoto was in so much pain that he was almost fainting. His body was convulsing weakly on the snow, and his legs were still struggling instinctively, trying to escape this terrible fate.
"Aaaaaah, you're a devil!!"
Lu Fan stepped forward, gripped the broadsword tightly with both hands, and slashed at Yamamoto's left leg with all his might.
With a "thud," his left leg was also separated from Yamamoto's body, and blood flowed like a river on the snow, filling the air with a strong smell of blood.
Then another blow severed his right leg.
At this point, Yamamoto Tetsuya had been completely reduced to a human stump.
Finally, Lu Fan stood in front of Yamamoto, looking at his face contorted with pain and fear, his eyes showing no emotion.
“You… are, the devil…” The voice was barely audible.
Lu Fan slowly raised his broadsword, aimed it at Yamamoto's neck, took a deep breath, and then slashed down fiercely.
With a "crack," Yamamoto's head rolled onto the snow, his eyes still wide open, filled with fear and despair.
Lu Fan stood in the snow, his body splattered with Yamamoto's blood, looking like a demon god from hell.
His chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath, his anger still not completely subsided as he stared at the bloody scene before him.
In the live stream, the audience's emotions were pushed to their peak.
"Lu Fan did a great job! Make him pay for his crimes in blood!"
"This is the fate of invaders! History must not be forgotten, and justice will never be absent!"
"Well done! Let the whole world see how we treat aggressors!"
"Remember history, strive for self-improvement, and never let the tragedies of history repeat themselves!"
Lu Fan stood in the snow, holding a blood-stained broadsword. His figure appeared desolate and lonely, just like China in the past when it faced the malice of the world alone.
Suddenly, Lu Fan vaguely seemed to hear a singer.
The stirring song seemed to echo through the snow-covered landscape, transcending time and space, as if taking people back to the years of war and the nationwide resistance against Japan.
The song was filled with hatred for the invaders, love for the motherland, and a persistent pursuit of justice.
That's how the song goes.
"Slash the heads of the Japanese devils with the broadswords!"
Brothers in the armed forces across the country!
The day of resistance has arrived!
The day of resistance has arrived!
There were volunteer armies from Northeast China ahead.
Behind them are people from all over the country.
Our brothers in the War of Resistance bravely advance!
Make a close eye on the enemy.
Eliminate him.
Destroy him!
Charge!
The broadsword was swung down at the heads of the Japanese soldiers!
kill!
kill! !
kill! ! ! "
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