"Hey hey hey, hey hey hey..." Yu Yang lifted up the Japanese wrist with one hand, taking the Japanese samurai sword with him, and waved it twice in his hand.
Looking at the last Japanese in front of him, Yu Yang grinned. His face was covered with blood, and drops of blood slowly flowed from Yu Yang's head to Yu Yang's mouth. Yu Yang stretched out his tongue to lick it.
Licking.
"Don't come here, don't kill me, don't kill me!" After the Japanese soldier saw that his commander was killed, he froze on the spot, and then slowly retreated a little bit.
Yu Yang's eyes and appearance reminded him of the legendary demon, a demon even more terrifying than the legendary demon. He couldn't even find any words to describe the person in front of him, and fear spread throughout his body.
, in the end, I didn’t even have the courage to escape, and sat down on the ground, with water stains on my pants.
"Hey hey hey, hey hey hey!" Yu Yang held a Japanese samurai sword in his hand and walked little by little towards the Japanese in front of him. Then he slowly raised the samurai sword and waved it towards the neck of the Japanese soldier who fell on the ground.
He passed by, but at this moment, Yu Yang felt a pain in his back, his body swayed, and then he heard a gunshot.
Yu Yang turned his head and looked behind him. The Japanese soldier who was so frightened that he couldn't even lift his gun fired a shot at Yu Yang, muttering: "Kill the devil, kill the devil, he
He is not a human, he is a demon..."
But when he saw that his bullet hit Yu Yang and felt nothing, the Japanese soldier was so frightened that he dropped the rifle in his hand and knelt on the ground.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me, don't kill me..." The two Japanese were so frightened that they lost their minds. Now in their eyes, Yu Yang was an invulnerable devil. Even if he was shot by him, nothing would happen.
"Hey hey hey, you dare to shoot at me!" Yu Yang continued to laugh, and the samurai sword in his hand directly slashed the Japanese soldier's neck. With one knife, just one knife, Yu Yang directly cut off this guy's head.
It was chopped off, and the blood of the Japanese soldiers sprayed out from the neck.
Blood sprayed on Yu Yang's face, and Yu Yang continued to grin, licking his mouth while smiling. Although the taste of blood was a bit fishy, Yu Yang felt very good.
Slowly turned his head, looked at the last Japanese, and walked slowly over little by little. Now Yu Yang only had this Japanese in his eyes, no one else, and the only thought in his mind was to kill this Japanese.
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"Don't, don't, don't kill me..." Seeing Yu Yang walking towards him step by step, the Japanese man crawled back in panic, looked at Yu Yang in horror, and begged for mercy, but now Yu Yang simply couldn't
I couldn't hear what he was saying, I only had one thought, which was to kill this guy and use killing to relieve my inner rage.
"Go to hell!" Yu Yang directly beheaded the last Japanese soldier with one knife. The same method, the same knife, the same body separation. After Yu Yang killed the Japanese soldier, he looked up and looked around. There were no Japanese anymore. Just now
There was also a group of Japanese who were gone, and there were only corpses on the ground. Hengdao immediately stood in the center of the battlefield, and there was not a single enemy around Yu Yang.
There were footsteps coming from the side. Yu Yang immediately turned his head and looked over. His blood-red eyes stared at the enemy that was about to appear like a hungry wolf. He licked his lips lightly. He hadn't killed enough yet. Not enough. Far away.
Not enough, he hopes more enemies will be brought in front of him. The current thinking pattern in Yu Yang's mind is killing, endless killing.
"Hey, man, don't stare at me like that. The Japanese are all dead. We can retreat!"
What appeared was the Americans. Four or five Americans walked out of the jungle with weapons in their hands. Just now when Yu Yang was killing the Japanese with his sword, these Americans hid in the bushes not far away and stole.
The remaining Japanese buttocks, Yu Yang's appearance of killing the Japanese like a demon can also be seen in his eyes.
Yu Yang looked at these Americans and grinned: "Are all the Japanese dead?" After saying that, he dropped the Japanese katana in his hand to the ground, walked slowly towards the back, and removed the sword that he had previously held.
I picked up the machine gun that was thrown on the ground.
Although Yu Yang's mind is now filled with killing, it does not mean that Yu Yang is irrational now. At least he is not stupid enough to use a samurai sword to duel with several American soldiers holding Thompson submachine guns.
"Yes, man, we can retreat. Are you the pilot who parachuted and landed nearby? Wow, you looked so handsome when you were killing the Japanese just now!"
When an American soldier saw Yu Yang throwing away his katana, he immediately ran over happily, picked up the samurai sword, and waved it twice in the air. It felt very good.
"Really? Hey hey hey..." Yu Yang responded to the American's words while removing the magazine from the crooked handle, then replaced it with a new magazine and looked at the American in front of him.
It felt like he couldn't control his hands and he would pull the trigger at any time, but his remaining sense told Yu Yang to endure it. There might be other Americans around him. If he waits a little longer, there will be consequences.
More prey is coming.
"Man, you better stop laughing. Your smile is very scary, just like the devil in the story. Don't you want this katana? If not, I'll take it!"
As the American soldier said this, he went to look for the scabbard. The Japanese around here should have been cleaned up. At least Yu Yang didn't hear the sound of gunshots now.
"Hey hey hey hey, I'll give it to you!" After Yu Yang finished speaking, he started walking towards the top of the mountain with his crooked handle in his arms. Just after walking a few steps, he saw about a dozen American soldiers packing their weapons.
An M1917 heavy machine gun was removed from its mount, and it looked like it was about to move its position.
"Hey, man, good job. What you did just now was awesome!" After seeing Yu Yang, an American soldier patted Yu Yang's shoulder hard. These Americans saw Yu Yang's every move just now and saw it in their eyes.
After Yu Yang, he immediately came over.
Yu Yang nodded without saying anything. He carefully counted the Americans around him. There were quite a few of them. There were nearly twenty people in total.
Twenty Americans, this complex terrain, Yu Yang was not sure that he could eat them all in one bite, but now Yu Yang couldn't care about so many. The murderous intention that he had just suppressed rose again, and his hands trembled slightly.
, will explode at any time.
Taking a deep breath, he continued to suppress the murderous intention in his heart, and grinned: "How many people are there around, are you the only one?"
"I don't know. The troops have broken up. Are you a parachuting pilot? Well, only pilots wear jackets. Isn't it uncomfortable for you to wear a jacket in such a hot weather? Well, don't stare at me. I
I’m relatively timid!”
As the American spoke, he packed up his weapons and ammunition. However, when he found that Yu Yang turned his head and glanced at him, he was immediately frightened and lowered his head. Yu Yang's eyes were really terrifying, and his blood-red eyes looked like they would be destroyed at any time.
It's like killing yourself.
PS: Corresponding to PTSD, this is the psychological distortion of people after killing too much.
