Chapter 4 Kill
Zheng Wenjie was suddenly stunned when he heard the sound of someone stepping on water. He came to his senses and quickly stuck his head out. Kuang Guohua ran past him and rushed towards the village.

I remember! Zheng Wenjie was relieved. The plot did not change. Kuang Guohua and Fusheng escaped halfway. Kuang Guohua, worried about the villagers, returned to the village and dueled with Yamamoto Kazuo.

No wonder, no matter how hard they flapped their wings, they were only in Hongxi Village. The Japanese came so early, and it was impossible for them to lure out the generals and ministers until dark in a life-and-death battle as soon as they met.

Zheng Wenjie regained some strength in his tired body and observed his surroundings while hanging far behind Kuang Guohua.

Yamamoto Kazuo looked coldly at the only survivor who was kneeling on the ground surrounded by soldiers: "Tell me, where is he?"

The village chief's lips trembled, his eyes wide open as he stared at Yamamoto Kazuo. "Kill me, I won't tell. You damn bastards!"

Seeing that the village chief would rather die than say anything, Yamamoto Kazuo said no more, holding the knife handle with both hands and slashing at the village chief's chest.
"stop!"

Kuang Guohua arrived a step late. Looking at the villagers who were killed tragically not far away and the village chief who was twitching on the ground after being hacked down by Yamamoto Kazuo, he could not help but clench his fists tightly in anger.

"We finally meet again." Yamamoto Kazuo smiled with satisfaction while holding a knife.

"You want to kill me, why do you want to kill the villagers?" Kuang Guohua gritted his teeth and spat out this sentence.

"You killed my father. Everyone related to you deserves to die! I will kill you with my own hands." After saying this, he signaled the Japanese pirates to surround the village, raised his sword and slid forward to chop him. In his eyes, Kuang Guohua was already a dead man, and he now only wanted to avenge his father.

Looking at the approaching blade, Kuang Guohua dodged sideways and quickly retreated, while Yamamoto Kazuo followed closely with one blade faster than the last.

bang bang
Several Japanese soldiers who surrounded Kuang Guohua fell to the ground.
"Guohua, retreat quickly! We are coming!"

At the critical moment, gunshots rang out. Yamamoto Kazuo looked at the guerrillas who suddenly appeared and hurriedly retreated, commanding his soldiers to start counterattacking.

In the chaotic scene, Kuang Guohua turned over and hid behind a rock. He saw the fat man leading the charge nimbly dodging the gun muzzle and aiming and counterattacking from time to time. He breathed a sigh of relief and shouted loudly, "Captain, why are you here?"

"We met a girl on the road. If she hadn't led the way, we wouldn't have known you were hiding here!"

Kuang Guohua also saw Ah Xiu waving at him. Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, he saw that Ah Xiu's outstretched palm was bleeding from the bullet.
Kuang Guohua turned his head suddenly and saw Yamamoto Kazuo hiding behind the cover.

Kazuo Yamamoto watched as the Japanese soldiers were caught off guard by the guerrillas who attacked them. Seeing that the situation was not good, he wanted to escape directly. But when he turned his head to look, he found a woman waving at the bunker where Kuang Guohua was hiding.

Yamamoto Kazuo immediately snatched the spear from his subordinate and wanted to kill the woman directly, but he hit the woman's outstretched hand.

When Yamamoto Kazuo saw that he failed to kill the woman, he angrily threw his spear to his soldier, asked him to provide cover, and he himself held the long knife and began to flee in the direction of the mountain road where Kuang Guohua appeared.

Kuang Guohua saw Yamamoto Kazuo letting the Hinai people attract attention to cover him and start to run away. His eyes were red and he was secretly ruthless. He must not let this bastard escape! He rushed out of the shelter, picked up the knife next to the Hinai people's body and chased after him.

The sun had already set. Zheng Wenjie looked at the sky which was about to get dark. The sky and the earth were dim and everything was hazy. He felt nervous but also excited.

Because he had seen the stream dyed red with blood, and the two people in front of him who were already blood-thirsty, Yamamoto Kazuo was no match for Kuang Guohua at this time and could only retreat. Zheng Wenjie watched the two of them chasing each other and fleeing to a flat ground.

Further ahead of the flat ground was a slope covered with weeds and trees. After observing it, Zheng Wenjie walked around and slowly climbed up the slope, holding the sickle tightly, ready to look for an opportunity to launch a surprise attack at any time.

Sweat covered Yamamoto Kazuo's pale face, the knife stuck in the soil, holding the handle and trying to stand up, but he knelt down weakly, looking at Kuang Guohua who was pointing the knife at him unwillingly and said: "You win!" "Stop!"

"Brother Kuang, save me!"

Kuang Guohua, with the victory paper in his hand, panicked and turned his head to see that not far behind him, Fusheng was hugged by a Rinai soldier with a gun pointed at his head.

It was already dark, and the hazy moonlight shone on the earth.

In the darkness of night, no one present noticed Zheng Wenjie who was almost level with the ground. Zheng Wenjie carefully walked down the slope and came behind Ri Neibing, his mind racing.

The only ones who were infected by Jiang Chen and turned into zombies were Kuang Guohua, Fu Sheng, and Yamamoto Kazuo. But now there are already four people here. Why wasn't Hinai Bing sucked dry in the plot? Could it be that three people fed Jiang Chen?

Behead! The heads of these two Japanese must be cut off. Without their heads, how can the generals suck blood? Suddenly, the blood surged. Even if there were no demons and monsters in this world, Zheng Wenjie would not be able to survive. Only by becoming a zombie could he have the confidence and ability.

"Let him go! Kill me if you dare! Don't touch the child!" Kuang Guohua cursed angrily with gritted teeth. The situation was so good, but it was ruined at the last moment.

Rinheibing chuckled and said with a strange accent: "Okay, I promise you."

boom!
Looking at Fu Sheng lying on the ground with a bullet in his head, Kuang Guohua never expected that the Japanese were so completely inhumane that they would even kill a child. In a rage, he rushed forward to avenge Fu Sheng.

Zheng Wenjie, who was only a few steps away from the Japanese soldier, saw the Japanese soldier about to point his gun at Kuang Guohua, so he gritted his teeth, stood up, raised his sickle and rushed forward.

boom!
Kuang Guohua was shot and fell to the ground, and the sickle in Zheng Wenjie's hand pierced deeply into his neck amid Ri Neibing's screams.

"Ah!" He roared and pulled out the sickle, and the blood spurted out and splattered all over his body. Zheng Wenjie ignored the three people who fell to the ground and rushed straight towards Yamamoto Kazuo.

Yamamoto Kazuo's eyes were red with anger, he held the hilt of the knife in his hand but couldn't muster any strength. The situation kept turning around, he was so angry that he couldn't muster any strength, and watched the ferocious-looking boy swing the simple sickle towards his neck.

He quickly loosened his hands from the knife handle and fell to the ground, avoiding the sickle. After Zheng Wenjie swung in vain, the sickle flew out with great force. Looking at Zheng Wenjie who took two steps back and his trembling hands, Yamamoto Kazuo weakly cursed: "Damn Chinese, shameless coward who sneaks up!"

Zheng Wenjie pulled out Yamamoto Kazuo's sword with trembling hands, gripped the hilt tightly with both hands, raised it high, and swung the sword at Yamamoto Kazuo with all his strength.

Yamamoto Kazuo watched his beloved knife charging towards him, feeling the sharp blade cutting through his skin, scratching his flesh, and getting stuck in his cervical vertebra. Blood continued to flow out of his mouth, and his bulging eyeballs still stared at Zheng Wenjie.

There was no longer any thought in Zheng Wenjie's mind, only fear and excitement. He seemed to have endless strength. He drew out the knife and chopped at Yamamoto Kazuo's bloody throat again. When he saw the head rolling on the ground, he let go of the knife and howled with his head raised as if to vent his anger.

A black shadow flashed rapidly across the sky under the moonlight, and came behind Zheng Wenjie with a howl, pulling Zheng Wenjie with an irresistible force.

A sharp pain went straight from his neck to his brain. Zheng Wenjie suddenly lost his voice, his eyes widened, his feet twitched unnaturally in the air, and his strength quickly drained from his body.

My consciousness became increasingly blurred until I felt like I was being flung away by a huge force. I seemed to hear a short "bang" as if I were falling from a great height, and then there was no more sound.

(End of this chapter)