Chapter 1,683 The Soul of the Anti-Japanese Army (Additional Update)

It seems that this guy is really terminally ill and hopeless!

Originally, I thought that Li Mazi's investigation results were a bit one-sided and were spread out by others with added fuel and jealousy. After all, no matter how bad a person is, he cannot forget his motherland.

But just now, this guy actually said the words "your Chinese flag" very smoothly.

From this point of view, Li Mazi was right!

He no longer considers himself Chinese, and even insults Chinese people!

Just like Li Mazi said, what need do I have to save such a bastard? I can't even forgive myself for saving him, just let him fend for himself!

This is all his own fault and he deserves it!

When I walked out of the hospital, there was a sudden thunder in the black sky, and then heavy rain fell.

I took a taxi and drove directly to the store.

Just as he opened the store door and made a cup of tea, Li Mazi called again.

"Brother, a new situation has arisen."

"What's going on?" I asked a little strangely.

"Didn't I inquire about that bastard's company before? I left several people's WeChat messages at that time, but someone just told me that the police are also looking for him now." Li Mazi said mysteriously.

"Police, what are the police looking for him for?" I was curious.

"Didn't he take leave for medical treatment? The person who took over was cleaning the office and found a bullet under his desk."

"That bastard is usually hated by others, but now he was finally caught. That person immediately called the police."

"After the police came, they didn't find anything else except the bullet. When they asked other people, they said a lot of baseless things, which aroused the police's suspicion, so they went to his house to search again. , and the same bullet was found in his home."

"The police are now looking for him to investigate." Li Mazi said.

"Bullets?" I asked thoughtfully, "Are there only these two bullets?"

"Yes, and whether it is in the office or at home, they are all very hidden. It seems that he is not hiding there himself. Someone may want to frame him deliberately. However, he deserves it! Who made this bastard like this? You’re being hated!”

Li Mazi cursed angrily again, and then sent the photo of the bullet via WeChat.

I didn't know much about firearms, so I forwarded this photo to policewoman Zhang Xiaoai so that she could help me check what it was.

Zhang Xiaoai didn't sleep either. She was on duty at the Public Security Bureau. After seeing the photo, she quickly replied: The model of this bullet is very old and has been discontinued for a long time. It is specially used for 6.5mm caliber rifles. This kind of gun has a large number of people. The very familiar name is called Sanba Dagai, which was the standard firearm during Japan’s war of aggression against China.

Thousand souls gathered by the anti-Japanese soldiers, bullets left over from the Japanese invasion of China? The two are definitely related.

Could it be that these two bullets are evil objects, and Qianhunsha was caused by these two bullets...

Boom!

Just when I had guessed the answer, there was a knock on the door amid the heavy rain.

Who is this? He came unexpectedly on a rainy night.

"The door is unlocked, please come in." I retracted my thoughts and said loudly.

The door opened and a white-haired old man walked in.

Although he was wearing a black raincoat, the cuffs and trousers had been soaked by the rain, and like the sparse white hair, they were all tightly attached to his skinny body.

His waist is a little stooped and he is at least ninety years old, but his eyes are extremely sharp!

"Old man, what are you doing?" I stood up, hurriedly found a dry towel and handed it over.

The old man didn't take the towel and waved his hand at me to indicate that I'm welcome.

I pulled out a chair and asked him to sit down. He might have been a little bit wet despite the heavy rain. He breathed for a while and then said, "My name is Yu Wenlie. The little bastard you rescued twice is my grandson." .”

It turns out that this old man is Yu Wenmeng’s grandfather!

"You don't have to look for evidence anymore, and you don't have to investigate me secretly. I used to be a soldier, and your pockmarked friend can't escape my eyes. Let's open the sky and tell the truth. I did everything. I just want to get rid of him. That little bastard!" The old man's teeth were almost broken.

It was obvious that when he mentioned Yu Wenmeng, he was still angry and trembling all over.

I poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to him. Before I could ask anything, he continued talking.

He said that he was a veteran of the Kuomintang.

A native of Liaoning, because his family was too poor to afford food when he was young, he joined the army as a soldier with his villagers when he was just fifteen years old.

Just a few days after getting hold of a gun, the little Japanese launched a war of aggression against China.

But at that time, the leader of the Feng Faction warlords, Marshal Zhang Xueliang, did not fire a single shot and retreated with hundreds of thousands of troops. Seeing that the great mountains and rivers and the elders in his hometown fell under the iron heel of the Japanese, he and many of his comrades were all I cried bitterly, but there was nothing I could do.

Later, when they moved to Xi'an, many middle- and lower-level officers could no longer bear the tragic situation of losing their country and their families, and petitioned one after another, wanting to go to the front line and drive away the Japanese.

Later, Zhang Xueliang did not know whether his conscience finally discovered it or he was forced by external pressure to plan the Xi'an Incident and captured Chiang Kai-shek.

Subsequently, the Northeast Army's designation was revoked and mixed into other units.

After several reorganizations, the old man was incorporated into the troops under General Xue Yue and participated in four Changsha battles in a row.

This was the battle in which China and Japan invested the most troops and suffered the most tragic casualties in the entire history of the Anti-Japanese War!

Although this battle suffered heavy casualties, it also showed the momentum of the Chinese soldiers, completely shattered the Japanese devils' wild talk of "destroying China in three months", laid a solid foundation for the victory of the entire Anti-Japanese War, and won the opportunity for the later counterattack. Precious fighter plane!

During the battle, hundreds of thousands of soldiers shed blood on the battlefield and sacrificed their lives for the country.

One division after another rushed forward, and one division after another turned into corpses. Countless people died, and it was difficult to even collect their bodies. The living people had no time to shed tears, so they were incorporated into the next one. Stormtroopers!

These young lives, for the sake of the nation, would rather die than use a Japanese as their backing.

What is surprising is that the old man miraculously survived after months of fierce fighting.

At this point, the old man was silent for a long time, and then sighed: "But I... I'm sorry for those dead comrades!"

"I, Yu Wenlie, hold the title of a veteran hero of the Anti-Japanese War and receive a national subsidy, but I have raised such a scum grandson and used him as a dog for the Japanese."

"If I don't get rid of this kid, how can I see my old comrades after death?" The old man said tremblingly: "But time is not forgiving, and I have no chance at all."

"Finally, I found a folk method and went to the battlefield in Changsha to collect the souls of my comrades and made Qianhunsha. I pulled out those two bullets from the skulls of my comrades! I just wanted to kill these with my own hands. You little bastard, give an account to the dead! Give an account to us Chinese people."

"I know..." the old man looked at me and sighed: "If you use this kind of evil magic to kill people, you will be punished, but there is nothing I can do! I can't just watch my grandson continue to humiliate the Chinese people. Face, continue to harm China’s yellow-flowered eldest daughter.”

"I understand the principle of killing to pay for life. As long as I kill this little brat, I will go to the police station and return to the capital! But I beg you, Master Zhang, can you stop saving him? I am not your opponent at all." .”

"I beg you, please!" The old man could no longer cry because he was too old.

"I know there are rules in your industry. As long as you take over the business, you must handle it to the end. But this time, can you close your eyes for once, just for once!" As he said this, he softened and knelt down towards me.

I couldn't stand it anymore and felt very uncomfortable. I didn't even have the courage to look at him again, so I just waved my hand.

"Let's go! I don't know Yu Wenmeng, let alone who the murderer is."

This is also the first time since I became a femininity dealer that I have broken the rules and allowed my employer to be killed by femininity.

"Sir, I have written it down! I thank you on behalf of the hundreds of thousands of brothers who died in Changsha." The old man understood what I meant, stood up, and walked resolutely into the rain.

A few days later, Yu Wenmeng died tragically in the hospital. It was said that his death was extremely miserable.

Every inch of his bones was shattered into pieces the size of gravel, and the skin all over his body was torn apart like a spider web. He was still conscious until the last moment, but he couldn't move or scream. He could only endure the pain and be killed by the ghost.

His Japanese wife also fell to her death at the same time, leaving only a three-month-old son, who was brought back to his hometown by his grandfather.

Presumably the old man will educate his great-grandson well and tell him how to be a qualified Chinese!

Later, through Zhang Xiaoai's relationship, I obtained the two bullets. I couldn't bear to contain the souls of the martyrs in the bullets, so I added a restriction so that they could only harm the people who deserved to die.

Every time I see a college student wearing a Japanese military uniform on the news, posing at the site of the Nanjing Massacre.

Someone openly insulted the anti-Japanese martyrs.

I will send the bullets there. I believe they will be pleasantly surprised in the future!