Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

Zeng Wangcai has killed more than one person.

But this was the first time that someone personally chopped off someone's head with a machete.

So he made some preparations here, such as wine, and a machete that he personally selected, a high-quality steel knife that could chop a big fat pig in half with one stroke... and a filming team.

There is no need for stage design, but we have lighting!

Because it was the darkest moment before dawn, the fill light on Tiger Leaping Cliff was very dazzling.

In the dazzling light, Zeng Wangcai spat out the liquor he had just swallowed onto the steel knife.

Xiao Bao and the other three people behind him followed suit and spit out a mouthful of liquor.

puff!

cough cough...

"Brother, I'm sorry. I got excited and choked with phlegm. It sprayed onto the knife..." Xiaobao coughed a few times and said awkwardly, "How about I do it again? There's phlegm on the knife. It's so dirty..."

Kazuo Kameda's face turned green...Brother, this is murder, can you be serious?

After all, these people are martial arts masters of our country. Can we give them a little respect?

Facts have proved that in the face of death, no matter how skilled you are, it is useless.

Onoji rolled his eyes and stared at Zeng Wangcai fiercely. He was a ruthless man who was not afraid of death.

Among the other three masters, two have begun to tremble. Not all of them are not afraid of death.

"Have you already started filming?" Zeng Wangcai turned his head to look at the photographer next to him. After seeing the soldier who was temporarily pulled in to film nod, he said indifferently, "Just chop it like that. It's just a mouthful of spit. It's no big deal. They don't deserve respect. Time is almost up. Don't delay the auspicious time."

The Japanese soldier who would be greeted by Xiaobao in a moment was not afraid of death at first, but when he thought about being beheaded by a knife soaked in spit, he felt extremely disgusted.

Can you let me die peacefully?

you can!

Xiao Bao weighed the knife and aimed at Zeng Wangcai's knife: "Brother, how about we exchange it? I feel sick."

"You're used to it. What's so disgusting? I'm not going to chop you. Besides, it was you who spit it out." Zeng Wangcai turned the knife handle and handed it over, saying, "I surrender to you. Hurry up!"

"Okay..." Xiaobao took the knife happily and gave his knife to Zeng Wangcai.

Now it was Onoji's turn to feel disgusted.

The self-righteous warrior complained crazily: "Baga, instead of talking, you can wipe your swords. You are such bastards. The sword is your weapon and your life..."

"Shut up, what are you talking about?" Zeng Wangcai looked up at the sky and said impatiently, "I don't understand what you are saying. I see you are here, and you are still talking nonsense."

Even if he understood it, Zeng Wangcai wouldn't care.

What a bullshit second life, bah!

Weapons are used to kill people, they are just tools, just like knives, guns and cannons. If this video and this sense of ritual were not useful, Zeng Wangcai would not bother to do this.

The first ray of morning light finally penetrated the sky, and the darkness slowly faded away.

A round orange sun formed an arc on the sea level, and the light reflected from the arc shone towards Tiger Leaping Cliff, covering Zeng Wangcai and his companions with a layer of golden cloak.

In the golden sunlight, the cartoon head of Gray Wolf comes to life; the scar on his face and his naughty smile seem to jump out.

"The auspicious time has come, let's offer sacrifices to the flag!" Zeng Wangcai shouted in the golden sunlight.

Then, the four men raised their machetes and stared at the back of the necks of the four kneeling Japanese soldiers at the same time.

At this point, Kazuo Kameda seemed to think that this was true and that everything before was false.

"drink!"

"drink!"

"drink!"

"drink!"

Four loud shouts were heard almost at the same time, a flash of knife light appeared, and blood flew everywhere.

The Gray Wolf who was smiling just now is still smiling at this moment, but his smile is stained with blood, making him look very weird at this moment.

"Raise the flag!" Zeng Wangcai ordered.

The flag of Big Gray Wolf slowly rose onto the flagpole of Tiger Leaping Cliff.

"Come on, that's it, stop filming!" Zeng Wangcai then asked the photographer to stop filming, "Go back and remember to give me a copy of what you took."

"Yes..." the photographers responded loudly and excitedly.

This is a major historical event. They were fortunate enough to be involved in it and can brag about it for the rest of their lives.

"Brother, what should we do with them?" Xiaobao, who was responsible for collecting the four knives, pointed at the corpse on the ground and asked.

"Feed the dog... Forget it, it's a hassle!" Zeng Wangcai raised his foot and kicked Onoji's headless body to the bottom of Tiger Leaping Cliff like it was a piece of trash.

There is the sea below, time to feed the fish.

In less than a minute, all four bodies sank into the sea.

Kameda Kazuo looked at all this with a pale face, feeling sorry for his four masters, who had no chance to show their abilities at all, and were just being fed to the fish...

He felt even more sorry for himself, because if he hadn't died, who knows what would have happened to him.

"Let's go, Kameda-kun!" Zeng Wangcai wiped his face and said, "The best is yet to come."

"Zeng, what exactly do you want me to do?" Kameda Kazuo said with a sad face as he walked. "Actually, there are many things I don't know that are not as important as you think."

"I know!" Zeng Wangcai did not look back, and continued walking, "It doesn't matter, your status is enough, when the war is almost over, I will let you go to the UN General Assembly, and you can bring the information to accuse your country, can you do it?"

"Uh..." Kazuo Kameda knew that there would be no good results if he survived.

Betraying the country... doesn't seem to be impossible.

Zeng Wangcai was not wrong in choosing the right person. Kazuo Kameda was a suitable candidate for the translator.

"Mr. Zeng, aren't you afraid that I will run away?" Kazuo Kameda said nervously.

"You mean after you go to the UN?" Zeng Wangcai said with a smile, "Run away. I'll replace you with someone else. Three-legged frogs are hard to find, but two-legged devils are plenty. But if you run away, you will regret it. Your country won't tolerate you, and neither will I. Besides... are you sure you can't bear to leave? Let's not talk about the results you'll see later. Let's talk about now. Are you willing to give up Toyota's investment in us?"

Zeng Wangcai’s old trick, carrot and stick.

But I have to admit that this set of methods is very useful, especially for those who are unsteady in their hearts and have something to ask for.

When Kazuo Kameda learned that Tseng Wang-Cai intended for him to take charge of Toyota's assets left at the University of Tokyo, he had only one question left in his mind... his family.

Zeng Wangcai also took this into consideration. He asked Kameda Kazuo to contact his family immediately before the incident broke out and ask them to go to Jiangdao...

After all this, Kazuo Kameda became a translator completely.

When Zeng Wangcai left Wangye Island, the island was still calm and there was no sound of gunfire. Chen Hong was waiting for Zeng Wangcai's signal to take action, while Mito Sanjie was on his way.

Wangye Island is not big, but not small either.

call!

The sea breeze is howling and the waves are crashing.

The six Type 055s formed a formation, bringing the Japanese fleet within the attack range.

"Mr. Kameda, you are the first foreigner to board 055, you should feel honored." Zeng Wangcai patted Kameda Kazuo, who looked ashen, "You will see the true strength of 055..."