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Chapter 102 Massacre of the City

It was night, and the wind was a little cold.

Ye Yu stood on the hill facing the wind, overlooking the entire brightly lit Komatsu City.

"Chief, I found something." A special soldier ran towards Ye Yu with a big bag on his back, and threw the bag on the ground with his hands.

Ye Yu squeezed out the cigarette in her hand, leaned over and pulled out a samurai sword from the bag.

At night, a cold light shone on Ye Yu's face, and Ye Yu sharpened the blade with his thumb: "The knife is not bad, the Feng group will clear the periphery, and the rest will follow me, old and young, women and children will not be killed, adult men, no one will be left behind." Kato Taka, Ono Taiichi and others, I want to live."

"You stay here." Ye Yu turned to Shi Jingdie, Xiao Ning and others said.

Shi Jingdie pursed her lips and did not speak, because her heart disapproved of Ye Yu's doing so.

At night, a group of people in scanty clothes rushed towards Komatsu City following the cold wind. The knives they were dragging in their hands had already come out of their scabbards. Following their fast-running figures, flashes of cold light flashed from time to time. .

The eyes of these people are bursting with monstrous flames, and their bodies are full of restless blood. If you kill me alone, I will slaughter you all over the city.
At the port of Komatsu City, slaves with iron chains around their necks are still working non-stop. Power plants, fishing grounds, street cleaning, a lot of dirty work is waiting for them. For these slaves, they can only fall down To have eternal rest.

"Baga!" An islander swung his whip at the yellow and thin slave in front of him.

The whip tore through the thin clothes of the slave, and tore a bright red bloody gash on the withered skin under the clothes.

"Baga! Get up and continue moving." The islander swung his whip again and lashed at the exhausted slave who fell to the ground.

"I can't walk anymore, let me rest for a while." The slave raised his dark and thin face, and under the night, his eyes were pleading helplessly.

"Hahaha" The islander suddenly unbuttoned his pants, took out his stuff, and a stream of foul-smelling liquid fell on the slave's dark and thin face.

"Hey." The slave lay on the ground with his head covered. He was born today. He was the chosen one who was admitted to the University of Nuremberg. On the way to study at the University of Nuremberg, the catastrophe completely rewrote the trajectory of his life, and he ended up here. On an island, he was lying here.

"Hahaha!" The island samurai pulled up his pants, and suddenly drew out the samurai sword slung around his waist.

The slave's head was broken from the neck, and he rolled away along the slope for a long time. His last trace of consciousness told him that he was still hiding the acceptance letter from Nuremberg in his bosom, which he had never stopped for several years. All the way Chasing dreams.

"Hahaha, Baga! Lazy, that's the end!" The island warrior took out a white cloth from his arms, carefully wiped off the blood on the katana sword, and put it in the scabbard.

By the port, hundreds of thousands of slaves stepped over the headless corpse without seeing them. Half a year of torture and humiliation have made them forget their identities, no matter how prominent your previous identities were, no matter how prominent you were before How strong the background is. Here, the steel knife in the hands of the islanders is the master of everything. It is still the same sentence, it is better to die than to live.

"Hahaha Mr. Yamada, your sword skills are still so superb. After the shift, how about going to the brothel together?" A samurai with a sword came over, kicked the dead body, and stood upright. Thumbs up.

The man named Yamada touched the samurai sword on his waist and said proudly: "This sword is called 'Mihu Toru'. This is a treasure handed down from my ancestors. My great-grandfather used it to cut down 163 The head of the enemy, this is the honor of my Yamada family."

"Yamada-kun, this Komatsu City is really good." The island samurai just froze in the middle of his flattering words.

A cloud of fresh blood sprayed out from Yamada's neck, splashing thick blood all over his body, a head instantly flew into the air, and Yamada's body fell down at his feet with a bang.

After Yamano's body fell down, the island samurai finally saw clearly the person standing behind Yamano.

Her eyes were cold, and the steel knife in her hand was still dripping with blood
The port was in chaos, and the slaves dropped the goods they carried in their hands, on their shoulders, on their backs, and stood aside. They stared, held their breath, and stared at the Shura Hell in front of them in a daze.

There seemed to be only a few people, and they were still women, dragging steel knives backwards in their hands, and rushed into the crowd of island warriors, one after another, their heads flew into the air.

Especially that woman, his eyes seemed to be cold winter, her face seemed to be frozen forever, however, the steel knife in her hand was hot, she was like a machine emitting thick smoke, a machine that only A killing machine.

This woman didn't even say the first half of her daily pretentious lines, just like that. She dragged the steel knife in her hand backwards, and with a pair of cold eyes, she slashed towards the crowd.

"Who are these people?" A slave in his 20s with a bruised nose and a swollen face suddenly asked timidly.

"Why is it like chopping cabbage? Aren't these island warriors very powerful?" Another slave opened his mouth tremblingly. He had already forgotten how long he hadn't spoken.

"It seems that there are only 6 people, and they are still women. This is too sacrificial. Will they kill us after killing these island nation bastards?"

"Probably not. Without us, who would do the work? I think I'm still somewhat useful."

"Yes, yes, no matter who takes over this fishery, we are all ants, stop working." A middle-aged man in his 40s stooped to pick up boxes scattered on the ground.

On the port, a strange scene was staged. On one side were a few women who were madly killing, on the other side were hundreds of men fleeing frantically, and on the other side were rows of slaves carrying goods in an orderly manner.

In Komatsu City, the clean and tidy streets seemed to have been washed by blood rain, red blood was everywhere, and there were headless corpses that had lost their heads on the streets.

Ye Yu's steel knife was inserted into the body of a headless corpse. He stood beside the steel knife and lit a cigarette. He wiped the blood from his hand and took a puff from the cigarette.

Behind Ye Yu, stood side by side more than [-] soldiers covered in blood. The steel knives in their hands were all dripping with bright red blood.

Opposite Ye Yu was a group of islanders holding samurai swords. They stood in a group timidly, and no one dared to take a step forward, even a small step.

Those who rushed forward became headless corpses.

"Kato Taka, Ono Taiichi" Ye Yu read a string of names in a low voice with a blood-stained cigarette dangling from his mouth.

"Hand them over." Ye Yu threw away the cigarette butt, and pulled out the steel knife stuck on the headless corpse.

"You guys, don't be too arrogant, the warriors of my big RB empire will not be afraid of you, you only have thirty or so people, and we are forty times your number, you are courting death!" The islander wearing a circle of white cloth strips walked out of the crowd, narrowing his eyes and shouting in a deep voice.

The corners of Ye Yu's mouth suddenly curled up, and then he laughed loudly. Ye Yu turned his head, looked at the soldier standing behind him, covered his stomach and laughed loudly: "Hahahahahahaha, he said He said they were many."

Ye Yu was out of breath from laughing, and the group of soldiers behind him suddenly let out a burst of laughter
Ye Yu raised his hand, and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, he looked at the soldier standing behind him, opened his lips slightly, and uttered a word: "Kill!"

It was night, and the wind was a bit cold, and the steel knives that were shining with cold light once again roared and cut into the crowd.

(End of this chapter)