Second Lieutenant Jim always believed that he should be the actual leader of this cavalry company.
Major Bagley, who comes from a military family, only uses this place as a temporary residence. He will never be satisfied with a small company establishment. After getting real achievements and achievements, he will soon be promoted to a higher position through family operations.
Hanging up a few golden generals is the ultimate goal of this big man;
As for the Army star Algren, although Jim was extremely jealous, but in the face of his actual record and his connections in the military and even the business world, even Bagley had nothing to do with him, let alone a small second lieutenant.
, but fortunately, Algren, like Bagley, will not be promoted step by step, so in the end he will still be the company commander.
This massacre of the Red Domain not only put Major Bagley on track for promotion, but the most wonderful thing is that Algren's behavior of leaving the army in anger is no different from a deserter. Even if he returns to the army again, he may continue to stay in the 7th Cavalry Brigade.
God bless Jim! Everything is developing for the best, but why! Why are these damn red clans still lingering!
The anger in Lieutenant Jim's heart gradually outweighed his fear as he ran in the forest. He clamped his legs tightly on the horse, held a rifle and fired frequently at nothing behind him. He kept cursing loudly in his mouth: "God damn infidels, filthy people."
Dirty beasts, come on! I can kill you all when you are alive, but what can you do to me when you are dead! Come on, by God, next time I will burn you clean with fire and completely purify you evil red beasts.
Skin beast!”
The increasingly sparse trees in front of him showed that it only took a few breaths to escape from the jungle hills and enter the Gobi. Jim breathed a sigh of relief. The dots of freckles on his face spread out along the skin, seeming to change with the owner's mood.
And excited.
He turned back and took one last look at the deep jungle, determined to summon everyone to completely destroy this place.
A foot that suddenly appeared in front of him kicked him back into the abyss. He even vaguely smelled the strong pungent smell left by the previous owners on the boots. Then, his huge nose was filled with his own blood, and as he fell,
The flying body drew a bloody parabola in the air, and he simply passed out before he could even react.
Sorayama Yiye jumped down from the tree, his smooth cheeks were somewhat sunken, and his lips were tightly closed as he stared at the freckled officer on the ground. He originally thought that the person coming this time would be Algren, who had been communicating with the Cheyenne tribe throughout the whole process, but he didn't expect it.
It's such a small role.
"That's all, I'll find out soon anyway..."
Second Lieutenant Jim was woken up by the severe pain coming from his scalp. He closed his eyes to endure the pain and touched his waist with his right hand. This was not a subconscious action of a qualified soldier after being attacked, but the walnut handle of the gun was
The warm and cool touch shocked him and he couldn't help but be ecstatic, "There are such stupid gangsters? Go to hell!"
Holding the gun in his hand, he was about to shoot a few bullets at the guy who grabbed his hair, but he was kicked in the wrist by the heel of a riding boot that was vaguely familiar.
There was a "click" and it broke.
Kazuyo Sorayama, who had his back to Lieutenant Freckles, had no movement on his face. His hands still tightly grasped the opponent's hair and dragged him forward, as steady as an old fisherman grabbing the gills of a huge fish, regardless of the other person's arms.
His arms rolled and he cried.
"We're here...I told you I wouldn't keep you waiting." Kazuyo Sorayama muttered silently in his mind, shook his arm, and threw the small U.S. military officer in his hand next to his accomplices.
"Second Lieutenant!" "You were captured too? Damn gangster!" "You cousin's bastard, you better pray that you don't let Uncle Jones escape, otherwise I swear I will twist your head off and stuff it into your butt.
"Mr. Gangster, I don't know what you want. You have to know that the soldiers who perform the mission don't have much money on them. Are you also eyeing this group of red clans? Haha, don't worry, all their money is in our barracks."
If you just let us go back, the ransom will be enough for you to live like a rich man for a few months."
The familiar noisy yelling made Jim grit his teeth and hold back the pain. The place that caught his eye was in front of the Indian grave that had frightened him to death just now. There, five subordinates were tied tightly into a string with a cowhide rope, but
All kinds of obscene words were still spewed out from his mouth as if he didn't want any money.
"Shut up, you idiots!" Jim roared, making the scene suddenly quiet. He knew that the gangsters who dared to openly attack them could not be doing it for money! "Mr. robber, no matter what your plans are,
You'd better let us go immediately. The United States has never dared to kidnap an active-duty soldier for ransom. If you don't want to be shot, get out before the support of our comrades arrives."
Jim shook his head, stood up and looked at Sorayama Kazuyo's back. As long as he was not facing the dead, he still had the courage as an elite soldier.
"Did you kill these Cheyennes?" came a hoarse and ugly voice without any fluctuation in tone. In Jim's ears, this voice was more like two steel plates that opened and closed. The ruthless smell contained in it made him endure.
I couldn't help but shudder.
Hearing no answer, Kazuyo Sorayama turned around and glanced at several people.
Only then did they finally see the appearance of this bold robber: Although he was dressed as a Western cowboy, he had a face that was very different from Westerners. His beard and hair were disheveled, his face looked slightly pale, and his bottomless eyes seemed
Even the sun cannot escape from it.
But this vision was obviously not used as any deterrent by these rude soldiers.
"The yellow-skinned pig wants to stand up for the red-skinned pig? Hahaha, you people don't go to build railways and open restaurants, do you still want to imitate robbers? God, are you the old man joking with us today, haha..."
A soldier laughed wildly, not caring about his situation. In his mind, whether it was a yellow man with pig tail braids or a yellow man who cut off his braids and pretended to be a civilized person, they were not considered human beings and were threats.
Sex is even lower than that of a mule.
"Did you kill these Cheyennes?" Kazuyo Sorayama asked expressionlessly. At the same time, he kicked the soldier who was still laughing in the chin. The sound of cracking bones covered the laughter, and he saw his body turning over.
In a circle, his face was pressed against the ground, blood flowed from his mouth and nose, and soon dyed a large area of land red.
"God! You killed Mark? The yellow-skinned pig raised by my cousin, I..."
Before he finished speaking, the sole of Kuyama Ichiha's boot was printed on the face of the soldier who couldn't see the situation clearly. The soldier's neck was bent at an unnatural angle after being hit hard, and his body flew backwards from the ground, and was knocked out.
The people who were tied together bumped into each other like rolling gourds, but for a while no one dared to yell or curse anymore - of course they were afraid of pain, and even more afraid of death.
"Did you kill these Cheyennes?" Kazuyo Sorayama asked for the third time.
Looking at their comrades who didn't know whether they were alive or dead, the remaining few people no longer dared to answer casually. They all cast their gazes on Second Lieutenant Jim's face, making the officer feel that the freckles on his face seemed to be burning.
"Is this revenge? It must be revenge!" Second Lieutenant Jim quickly analyzed in his mind and came to a fact that shocked him but had to believe it. Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain that someone dared to openly attack and kill regular soldiers of the American Army! Think of the tombstone
The words engraved...
He rolled his eyes, quickly considered his words, adopted the attitude towards Major Bagley, and said respectfully: "Sir, I don't know who the Cheyenne people you are talking about are, but if you are referring to the Indian tribe living here...
…Of course it was not our 7th Cavalry Brigade who did it! The glorious U.S. Army will not massacre women and children, we were ordered to investigate.”
He said it categorically without any hesitation. Based on his tone of voice, I estimate that 99% of people will be frightened.
"Oh? Haha." Sorayama Kazuyo could hardly suppress the anger in his heart, but not even a beard on his face trembled. "In this case...swear to your God."
"I swear! By God, the death of these Indians has nothing to do with us!" Lieutenant Jim puffed up his chest and blurted out the oath without hesitation. At this moment, the freckles on his face were as solemn and holy as the stars on the Stars and Stripes.
Kazuyo Sorayama was stunned. After experiencing many worlds, he thought he had become completely immune to lies, but the person in front of him once again refreshed his understanding of human nature.
Shaking his head slightly, Kazuyo Sorayama resisted the nausea that made him suffocate, and whispered to himself: "One of the two rings on your left hand belongs to the Cheyenne chief Kettle. Like his young feather crown, it belongs to
The chief's identity is inherited, could you be the next chief..."
Ignoring Lieutenant Jim's trembling legs, Kazuyo Sorayama continued to whisper in his unique hoarse voice: "These soldiers also have items unique to the Cheyenne people. The military horses you are riding are consistent with the horse hoof prints all over the village.
, if this is not enough..."
He put his hand into his trouser pocket and groped for a few times, then opened his palm in front of Jim: "Is it because you were too excited that the standard buttons on the collar were broken?"
Without hesitation, Lieutenant Jim turned around and ran wildly at the moment Ichiyo Kongshan reached out his hand. However, after only two steps, a pair of big hands grabbed his hair and pushed him heavily to the ground.
"God is nothing in the eyes of people like you, and so is human life. Apart from money, what else do you know?" Kazuyo Sorayama calmly pulled the struggling Jim back, kicked his knees to pieces, and left him in the grave.
Rolling forward.
He said to the three soldiers who looked at him in horror: "Tell me from beginning to end how this thing sounds. Of course, I would like to have some tough guys among you, so that the torture will be more interesting."
"It's all Major Bagley's orders, yes, and Second Lieutenant Jim. They planned to loot the Red Domain and sell the land to businessmen." A big man with a sinister face confessed his boss without hesitation.
The second shot didn't look like a normal person at all, not externally such as speed, strength and skills, but psychologically. In his opinion, the person in front of him couldn't be considered a human at all, more like a machine wearing human skin.
"I know best." Another person said immediately: "Captain Algren and I escorted the caravan here. We originally wanted to trade fairly with the Indians. Captain Algren did not agree with Major Bagley's decision.
I don’t agree with the order, but I don’t dare to disobey it like him, we are innocent!”
"Jim killed at least three people. Before the war, he said he would capture a little one alive and peel off the skin to make boots." The last soldier was not to be outdone. He pointed at Jim and shouted: "I saw with my own eyes that he took the head of a little girl."
It flew very far."
Kazuyo Sorayama felt a pain in his heart. He closed his eyes and listened quietly to the three people shirking responsibility. The whole incident gradually became clear.
"Hahahaha! You stupid pigs, do you think you can survive this way? This devil has never thought of letting us go. The more you talk, the faster we will die. Hahaha, we will definitely be like this when we go to hell.
Neighbors." Jim cried and laughed. Compared with these idiots who couldn't see the situation clearly, he knew clearly that things had reached this point. The people in front of him would not let them leave this place alive no matter what. He obviously wanted to
Revenge is coming!
After hearing Jim's words, the three soldiers immediately shut up and huddled together, staring at the empty mountain in horror.
Sorayama Yiye said nothing, closing his eyes as if he was remembering something.
Only Second Lieutenant Jim still roared crazily: "I can kill these red clans here, but I can't kill them all again down there. If you have the ability, you can go to hell with me to stop me, hahaha, you yellow-skinned beasts with red skins."
All beasts are beasts, dirty, evil, and stupid. They are not civilized people even if they wear clothes. You are not worthy of being slaves. You will always be beasts. When we are cold, we will peel your skin to make clothes, and when we are hungry, we will eat you.
Use meat as food, God bless me, God bless America!”
Ichiyo Sorayama slowly lowered the light of Nagashima behind him and placed it on his knees. He closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, trying his best to suppress his murderous intention.
How could someone who knows how to help those in distress, know how to exchange fairly, and know how to be grateful, be a beast! And the soldiers of the 7th Cavalry Brigade who brutally slaughtered these Indians are the real beasts!
Kill them all to avenge the Cheyenne tribe... What would Zonai say if she were here? Maybe she would personally draw the sword and hand it to her hand, and calmly say: "Beasts are not human, husband. Not only will the Bodhisattva not punish sins,
, instead they will pray for us!”
"Zana..." Sorayama Kazuyo murmured the name that he never wanted to recall since he came to this world. The little Indian girl who exchanged potatoes with him couldn't help but appear in his mind. His clear eyes were full of strangers.
Out of curiosity and timidity in the world, almost no normal person would have the heart to behead her.
Along with Lieutenant Jim's increasingly vicious curse, traces of murderous intent seeped into the air from Sorayama Kazuyo's pores, making his whole body become illusive.
The look of the chubby little girl biting her fingers and drooling and the head frozen in the last frightened expression of her life suddenly hit Kazuyo Sorayama's mind. The vow she made to Sanai not to kill for ten years, that vow was made up of love and care.
The barrier that imprisoned the murderous intention - finally collapsed completely at this moment.
Kazuyo Sorayama nodded to the second lieutenant. All the murderous intent emanating from his body was withdrawn from his body, making him look like a steel sculpture without any emotion. He actually nodded, opened his mouth and said: "Yes, since you have determined
They are beasts, and I now believe that you are also beasts, and I will treat you the same way you treat 'beasts'."
Kazuyo Sorayama stood up holding the captain's light, and said to the three soldiers who were tied together by him and were still conscious: "Although killing you like this is not equivalent to hatred, but... forget it, occasionally I will be merciful.
All at once.”
He quickly pulled out his old friend who had been sealed for a long time, as if he felt the master's intention. The captain's slender and beautiful sword danced with bunches of throbbing white light in the afternoon sun. In a flash, five
The heads of the soldiers who were leaning, lying, or kneeling all fell to the ground, and a few streams of blood gurgled out from the broken necks of several people like spring water. After a while, there was only a small, slightly greasy blood stain left on the spot, as if there were
Something is being greedily absorbed underground.
Sorayama Ichiyo shook his wrist to wipe away the blood on the sword body. There was neither the relief of getting what he wanted nor the entanglement of breaking an oath angrily in his heart. There was only a pure killing intention that was so clear without any impurities - if the killing intention was also
If it can be expressed with clarity.
The few fallen heads on the ground were like...just like the wine glass sent to Seijuro Higu that was cut off by him in the previous world. It was natural and harmless. It didn't look like it had been chopped off by a sharp blade.
It is naturally "picked" by fate.
If Hiko was here, he would be shocked and speechless: this is far more difficult to touch than Sorayama Kazuyo's stunts such as "Eye of the Sword", "Instant Prison Kill" and "Infinite Dimension Slash".
It can't even be imagined.
After all, the secrets of moves can be taught, but the realm cannot be learned. You can only realize it yourself!
"Overcome suffering, end life and death, and achieve great enlightenment... Is this the way of killing or the way of Bodhisattva..." Kazuyo Kuyama sighed in his heart, could it be that his own way has finally fallen into the way of killing that he has been trying his best to suppress?
"What kind of suffering is this? It's just a simple revenge to end other people's lives and deaths. How can it be possible for my swordsmanship to become enlightened? Maybe it's just an illusion..." Kazuyo Sorayama was a little confused.
"You, you devil! God will send down divine punishment and chop you into a pile of carrion... You are a devil, God will definitely destroy you..."
His contemplation was interrupted by Lieutenant Jim's horrified roar. He was seen dragging his broken leg backwards with one hand on the ground, shouting nervously, "The light of the wicked will be extinguished, and his fire will not shine."
Biblical proverbs. Perhaps it was only at this time that Lieutenant Jim finally became the most devout believer, hoping that the divine thunder would come down to earth immediately and completely purify the demons in front of him.
And this guy... Kazuyo Sorayama gave Second Lieutenant Jim a cold look, "No matter what kind of swordsmanship I pursue, I won't let you die so easily today. This is not Dao, but hatred!" He silently felt in his heart.
think.
"I really hope that your God will stand in front of me and let him see it with his own eyes, watching me pull out the dagger from your waist and gently put the cold blade on your neck..."
Kazuyo Sorayama said this and did the same thing, "Let's see if he can come to save you. At this moment, at this moment, no matter God or Buddha, whoever comes to stop me, I will kill him."
The calm and arrogant words that seemed to have infinite power made Jim feel as if he was under a restraining spell. He allowed the blade to scratch the skin of his neck. At this time, the second lieutenant no longer had any courage to resist.
"You still have 5 minutes left in this world. I will use the knife to make circles around your neck, going a little deeper each time. It is estimated that your head will fall off after 273 circles. Why is it 273?
Circle? Because there are 273 Cheyennes buried under this tomb! Don’t worry, my craftsmanship is very good. No matter how soft the fish is, I can cut it as thin as a hair..."
Kongshan Yiye was neither sad nor happy. Before he finished speaking, the sharp dagger had already been turned around Jim's neck twice, and a large amount of blood suddenly flowed out. The officer who looked like a madman just now let out a "gurgling" from the depth of his throat.
The sound is no different from the sound made when killing a chicken - but the chicken is better than him in that it does not become incontinent.
Less than ten turns of the knife, the guy's pupils had lost focus, saliva flowed down his neck and blood flowed to his chest, and his muscles were completely relaxed. Although he had not lost his vital signs, it was obvious that his soul had completely left.
He left.
Seeing the freckled lieutenant who seemed to have turned into a vegetative state, Sorayama Kazuyo threw away the knife with boredom and dragged him away by his hair.
Early the next morning, at some point a cross made of logs was erected in the town square. On it hung the freckled lieutenant who had not returned home all night. There was also a rag torn from his shirt hanging around his neck.
, with a huge Arabic numeral written in blood - 273.