ebookland Chapter 589: Razed to the Ground and Humiliated
Chapter 589: Razed to the Ground and Humiliated
Kimura Taro, who was shot in the leg, was dragged in front of Li Yunlong by his soldiers like a dead dog. Li Yunlong stepped on Kimura Taro's face with his right foot, looked down at him, sneered and said: "Fuck your grandma's little devil, what qualifications do you have to fight me?"
Kimura Taro's eyes were filled with anger, and he cursed in broken Chinese: "You damned Chinese pig! You Chinese are lowly inferiors! The warriors of the empire will never surrender to you."
"You damn little Japanese, how dare you talk nonsense in front of me! Come here, break his limbs for me, I want to watch him being tortured to death!" Following Li Yunlong's order, Wei Dayong walked forward with an excited look on his face, swung the butt of the gun in his hand, and hit Kimura Taro's right arm viciously.
With a crisp "crack" sound, Taro Kimura's right arm was smashed to pieces. The sound of broken bones was extremely clear in the empty embassy.
Taro Kimura let out a shrill scream, which was full of pain and despair. His body was shaking violently, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his face turned pale in an instant. He almost fainted from the pain, but the strong desire to survive made him grit his teeth and try to stay awake.
His eyes stared at Wei Dayong fiercely, filled with hatred and anger.
Wei Dayong stood in front of Kimura Taro who had fallen to the ground, his eyes full of anger and disdain. Seeing this once arrogant Fuso lieutenant colonel now looking like a lost dog, Wei Dayong felt a strong sense of pleasure in his heart.
"If you don't stand up to me again! You're an imperial warrior, right? You're talking about the spirit of Bushido, right?" Wei Dayong cursed viciously. His voice echoed throughout the embassy, full of sarcasm and ridicule.
After that, he raised the butt of the submachine gun in his hand again and smashed it hard on Kimura Taro's left arm. Kimura Taro's left arm broke instantly under the powerful impact, making a creepy cracking sound. His screams rang out again, shrill and desperate, echoing in the night, like the howling of a ghost.
Kimura Taro had lost all his resistance at this time. The veins on his neck were bulging, like twisted earthworms, and he looked extremely hideous. Sweat poured down his forehead, mixed with dust and blood, forming a series of dirty marks.
His face was flushed, and his eyes were bulging as if they were about to pop out of their sockets. He had reached his limit, and the pain and despair were almost tearing him apart.
Wei Dayong watched this scene coldly, without any sympathy in his heart. He knew that the cruelty and arrogance of these Fuso soldiers were based on the oppression and aggression against other nations. Now, they finally tasted the bitter fruit of their own sowing, which was the retribution they deserved.
Taro Kimura struggled on the ground, trying to support his body with his legs, but it was no use. His eyes were fixed on Wei Dayong, full of reluctance and anger. But no matter how he struggled, he could not change the facts that had already happened.
Wei Dayong squatted down and stared at Kimura Taro with cold eyes. A cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he began to ruthlessly humiliate the former commander with words.
"Look at what you're like now, and you still call yourself a warrior of the empire? Is your Bushido spirit just used to beg for mercy and wail?" Wei Dayong's voice was cold and sharp, and every word was like a sharp blade, cutting deeply into Kimura Taro's heart.
There was pain and humiliation in Taro Kimura's eyes. He struggled to speak, but only faint whimpers came out of his throat.
Wei Dayong's eyes flashed with cruelty. He approached Kimura Taro step by step, and pressed his knee on the other's calf like a boulder. Kimura Taro's eyes were full of fear and despair. He tried to struggle, but his body was restrained by the serious injury and could not move.
Wei Dayong's knees clamped Kimura Taro's calves like a pair of pliers. As he pressed harder, a "crack" sound was heard, and the crisp sound of broken bones echoed in the silent night. Kimura Taro's legs were instantly broken at the ankles. The broken bones were as sharp as knives, mercilessly piercing his skin. Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the surrounding ground red.
Kimura Taro's legs were twisted like broken branches, forming a strange V shape. Blood continued to flow out of the wounds, flowing on the broken trouser legs, forming a piece of shocking blood. His face was full of pain, his lips were tightly closed, as if he was trying to use his last will to resist the endless pain.
His legs had been broken by Wei Dayong, with blood all over them and bones exposed, looking horrifying.
Wei Dayong did not stop his humiliation. He continued, "You Fuso people call yourselves warriors, but you don't even have the dignity that a prisoner of war deserves. You invaded other countries and killed innocent people. Now it's your turn to suffer such pain. Don't you feel particularly unwilling?"
Kimura Taro's eyes were almost spitting fire. He tried his best to struggle, but the severe pain in his body made him unable to move. He could only lie on the ground helplessly, allowing Wei Dayong to trample on his dignity and honor. At this moment, he had completely become a loser, a poor creature who was humiliated and trampled by the enemy.
The night was as dark as ink, and the flames of war were leaping in the distance. Li Yunlong stood on the street, took a breath, and said in a voice full of majesty: "Bring up the 600mm caliber Karl cannon!"
Before he finished speaking, the sound of an engine in the distance roared up, as if the roar of a giant beast was echoing in the night sky.
The soldiers acted quickly, carefully manipulating the huge Karl mortar. The 100-ton, 11-meter-long cannon slowly approached in the night, like a giant steel beast awakening in the darkness.
The tracks of the Karl mortar rolled over the hard stone road, making a low friction sound. Under the heavy pressure, the ground began to crack. In the light of the fire, the gun body exuded a cold metallic luster, and the muzzle was black, as if it could swallow everything.
Li Yunlong walked up to the gunner, patted him on the shoulder, and encouraged him: "Brother, it's up to you! Blow up the Fuso Embassy to the ground for me!"
"Fire!" Li Yunlong's command echoed on the battlefield like thunder, firm and resolute. The muzzle of the Karl mortar instantly lit up with blazing flames, like a ferocious fire dragon bursting out. Driven by the artillery fire, the huge shells streaked through the night sky like meteors, with a whistling sound and strong destructive power, and rushed straight to the third-floor main building of the Fuso Embassy.
At that moment, everyone held their breath and stared at the flying shell.
There was a loud bang, and the explosion shook the entire night sky, as if the entire earth was shaking. The three-story main building of the Fuso Embassy disintegrated instantly under this devastating blow, bricks and rubble flew everywhere, and broken windows and walls collapsed in the shock wave of the explosion.
As the main building collapsed, the entire embassy began to collapse rapidly. Smoke and flames intertwined to form a chaos. The embassy staff hiding in the building and shivering thought they were in a safe haven, but they never expected to suffer such a doomsday-like destructive blow.
They screamed and cried, trying to find a way out among the collapsing rubble, but to no avail.
Li Yunlong and his soldiers stood in the distance and witnessed this spectacular scene. There was no mercy on their faces. Compared with the numerous crimes committed by Fusang on the land of China, this price was far from enough.