As soon as he walked into the Jingguo Sacred Toilet, He Zhenzhong saw many Japanese people who came to worship, and some people who were obviously tourists. Geili Literature Network
Among them, he could see many Japanese wearing traditional samurai uniforms. He even saw many elderly men wearing Japanese military uniforms from World War II, carrying the rising sun flag and bugle, arranging in a military formation.
Go.
There were a few people dressed like Japanese veterans standing outside the Yasukuni Shrine, holding some pamphlets in their hands and constantly distributing them to the young Japanese who came. He Zhenzhong walked over, took a book, opened it, and took a look.
At a glance, I immediately saw things like, "The Japanese army in World War II was fighting a noble war to save Asia from white colonialism." "In war, the winning side is just, and we are just
"Sneak attack by the damn Americans' atomic bomb" and other words.
He Zhenzhong curled his lips, these guys are about to be in the coffin, they are still daydreaming about the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere, they refuse to admit defeat, they are really pitiful to the extreme, these guys will never be seen again in this life.
Japan has unified Asia, but if they are lucky, these guys may still have a chance to see the day when Japan is defeated and fell.
Wow.
The pamphlet was immediately torn into pieces by He Zhenzhong.
"Korean?"
Hearing the sound, He Zhenzhong turned his head and immediately saw several young Japanese men wearing World War II military uniforms carrying imitation 38 caps, staring at him unkindly and looking up and down, full of provocation.
"Have you blinded your eyes? See clearly, I am Chinese." He Zhenzhong knew that he might be a little wary of the Koreans, but he was not capable of betraying his country and seeking glory. Besides,
He wasn't here to visit in the first place, huh.
Chinese? Several guys raised their eyebrows, stepped forward, and kept staring at He Zhenzhong.
"When did the Chinese become so bold?"
"Didn't you say that they are all as timid as mice?"
"It's interesting."
While talking, several guys gathered around carrying Sanba Gai.
"Chinese, what do you mean?"
"Are you unhappy when you come here?"
"Of course I'm not happy about it. The person enshrined inside is the hero who led the troops and beat them to pieces and killed tens of millions of them."
"Yes, yes, this monkey and that monkey are unhappy."
The sounds of ridicule and laughter rang out, and the surrounding Japanese right-wing radicals also gathered around, staring at He Zhenzhong unkindly, while several policemen nearby turned their heads, as if they hadn't seen them, and beat China
If people are not a big deal, will the Chinese government dare to take care of it?
Wow.
He Zhenzhong raised his hand, and fragments of the pamphlet promoting militarism flew all over the sky, as if it was snowing.
"Damn Chinese people, kneel down and apologize."
"Yes, repent to the gods."
"otherwise.."
A group of little devils immediately became angry. The damn Chinese simply pretended that they did not exist.
"What are you talking about?" He Zhenzhong cursed loudly. Then, he stamped his foot on the ground, rushed forward and pounced on those guys. Didn't he dare to see these guys if he didn't like them?
Wearing the uniform of the Japanese invaders to worship, he ***.
call.
boom.
"ah."
With a shrill scream, the guy at the front was kicked out by He Zhenzhong, and then hit the two guys, and the three of them fell to the ground together.
Everyone around was stunned. They didn't even realize that a Chinese dared to do something in this place. Didn't he want to live? Then, these right-wingers became angry. They were actually killed by a Chinese in front of their holy place.
It's a provocation and it's unforgivable.
"Bagaya Road."
"beat."
"Let this Chinese pig know how powerful we are."
The sound rang out, and all the Japanese right-wing radicals present clenched their fists.
Next to them, some Chinese people and other foreigners who came to visit quickly retreated and stayed away for fear of being affected. However, watching He Zhenzhong rush towards hundreds of Japanese alone, they all felt a wave of excitement.
Inexplicable impulse and shock.
Hundreds of people, so what.
Back then, when faced with millions of Japanese troops and well-equipped troops, how could the revolutionary predecessors ever climb over or take a step back?
call.
boom
An elbow hit the chest of a charging kid, and then He Zhenzhong turned around, tightened his right foot, and swept out.
boom.
"Ah." Along with the screams, a little devil's face was full of pain, and he fell down holding his crotch. He could already feel that his balls had broken.
However, there were too many little devils present, and they were densely packed, like a swarm of flies.
Huh, huh.
Several imitation San Ba Da Gai were smashed over.
Dong Dong.
He Zhenzhong received several hard blows on his back, but his expression did not change at all. He kicked a guy in front of him away, then turned around, reached out with his right hand like lightning, grabbed a 38-meter cap, and then
drag.
Deng Deng Deng.
boom.
The little devil with a look of horror on his face was kicked in the stomach and flew out in an instant.
Grasping the 38-inch cap, He Zhenzhong raised his feet and lowered his hands.
Snapped.
The imitation 38 cap was broken into two pieces, he held it in his hand, and then waved his hands.
call.
Bang bang.
The two little devils were hit in the face, their noses collapsed in an instant, and they were bleeding profusely. They could only keep retreating.
Gulu.
Seeing He Zhenzhong being surrounded, the little Japanese in front couldn't help but swallow their saliva. This Chinese seemed a little too fierce, exuding a heart-stopping aura, and facing hundreds of them,
There was no trace of fear on his face.
"Damn Chinese, you are dead today."
"I would like to see if you can defeat so many of us by yourself."
"Go ahead, kill him."
He Zhenzhong threw away the things in his hands, reached out, and slowly took off his shirt, revealing his body full of scars. He glanced at the guys one by one, "Then come."
Although his tone was calm, the people around him instantly felt their blood boiling.
In the Yasukuni Shrine, a place regarded as a holy place by Japanese right-wingers, a Chinese is going to challenge hundreds of Japanese. How can they not be excited?