204: Chapter 203 The broadsword swung down on the heads of the Japanese soldiers! Kill!

A gale howled, carrying a blizzard that raged across the frozen, snow-covered land.

Lu Fan stood in the snow, silently watching Yamamoto.

Yamamoto lay collapsed on the snowy ground, gazing up at Lu Fan's high-raised, coldly glinting Broadsword. Fear, like a surging tide, completely engulfed him.

His body trembled uncontrollably, and his teeth chattered audibly.

"Don't kill me, I beg you! I truly know I was wrong! Spare my life!"

Yamamoto screamed hoarsely, his voice torn apart by the howling wind, carrying endless despair and terror as it echoed across the icy plain.

Lu Fan stood like a war god, looking down upon Yamamoto from above, his gaze as cold as frost, devoid of even a trace of pity.

"I can give you one chance, but you must answer my questions truthfully, without hiding a single word."

His voice was low and icy, as if emanating from a frozen abyss.

Yamamoto, as if grasping his last lifeline, nodded his head frantically like pounding garlic, repeatedly saying, "I'll answer, I'll answer truthfully! I beg you, spare my life!"

Lu Fan took a deep breath; the anger and grief suppressed in his chest were like a volcano about to erupt.

He asked loudly, "First question: Was the war Japan launched against China back then a brutal war of aggression?"

Yamamoto's face instantly turned as pale as paper, his lips trembling violently. Before he could utter a sound, Lu Fan's Broadsword descended with fierce momentum.

With a *thwack*, it slashed a long, bloody gash on Yamamoto's arm. Crimson blood spurted out, swiftly staining the pure white snow with a glaring patch of red.

"Yes, it was aggression!"

Yamamoto cried out through the pain, sweat pouring down like rain, "Back then, our country launched the war, bringing immense disaster to China, countless civilians displaced, families torn apart and lost..."

In the livestream room, furious barrage comments scrolled wildly like dense bullets.

"Is that even a question? Their crimes of aggression are indisputable, backed by ironclad evidence!"

"Yamamoto must confess honestly, otherwise he won't be spared lightly! He must pay the price for their evil deeds!"

"Let the whole world see Japan's ugly face; their crimes are too numerous to record!"

"These beasts never admit their crimes; they deserve severe punishment. Killing him wouldn't even be enough to satisfy our hatred!"

Lu Fan continued, his voice growing even colder, "Did they massacre 300,000 innocent compatriots in Nanjing?"

Yamamoto instinctively wanted to evade, a flicker of cowardly avoidance in his eyes.

However, Lu Fan's blade did not hesitate for a moment. It fell again with a *crack*, adding another horrifying wound to Yamamoto's thigh.

"Ah!"

Yamamoto screamed in agony, his voice shrill, "Yes, there was a massacre. The Nanjing Massacre is an ironclad fact, I admit it..."

"During your invasion of China, did you implement the inhuman 'Three Alls' policy?"

Lu Fan's voice grew even colder and more piercing amidst the wind and snow, carrying an unquestionable authority, as if delivering a righteous judgment.

"Yes, the 'Three Alls' policy was implemented."

Yamamoto answered tremblingly, tears and sweat mixing as they slid down his face contorted in pain, "Burn all, kill all, loot all. Wherever we went, we committed every evil, bringing utter disaster to the Chinese people. Cries and blood were everywhere..."

Before he could finish, Lu Fan's blade mercilessly sliced across his other leg. Blood once again stained the pure white snow, forming a stark contrast with the surrounding icy landscape.

"During the war, did you forcibly abduct Chinese women to serve as 'Comfort Women'?"

Lu Fan's eyes burned with raging fury; each word seemed squeezed out from between gritted teeth, carrying a deep-seated hatred.

Yamamoto stared in terror, his body trembling violently. After hesitating for only a moment, Lu Fan's blade fell again.

With a *thud*, a deep, bone-revealing wound appeared on Yamamoto's shoulder.

"Yes, we abducted Chinese women as 'Comfort Women'. We were wrong, we were truly wrong!" Yamamoto's voice, choked with sobs, echoed across the icy plain, sounding so small and helpless.

"Did they conduct inhuman Germ Warfare and Human Experimentation?" Lu Fan's voice boomed like a great bell, reverberating across the icy plain, causing the air to tremble slightly.

"Yes, Unit 731 conducted Germ Warfare and Human Experimentation."

Yamamoto's voice was weak, his breath faint, "Those innocent lives were used as experimental subjects, tortured, mutilated... it was too cruel... We wronged them..."

As soon as the words left his mouth, his other arm was also slashed by the blade. Blood splattered, spraying crimson flowers onto the snow.

"Do you admit that the Diaoyu Islands are China's inherent territory?"

Lu Fan's gaze was piercing, fixed tightly on Yamamoto as if trying to see through his soul.

Yamamoto stammered, trembling, "The Diaoyu Islands are China's, they always have been... Historically and legally, they belong to China..."

Before he could finish, another slash opened a wound on his waist. Blood rapidly soaked through his clothes.

"I was wrong, I know I was wrong, cough... I beg you, let me go..."

Lu Fan looked at Yamamoto's wretched, near-dead state, a flicker of mockery in his eyes.

"I admit to all the crimes... We were wrong..." Yamamoto's voice grew fainter, his body convulsing continuously, the breath of life fading bit by bit.

Lu Fan spoke coldly, "You weren't wrong; you were just afraid. But it doesn't matter, as long as you admit it!"

In the livestream room, the audience was filled with righteous indignation, their emotions completely ignited.

"They still haven't thoroughly reflected to this day; it's simply unforgivable! They must remember history and apologize to the whole world!"

"Japan must pay a heavy price for their crimes! Blood debts must be paid in blood!"

"These sons of bitches, their actions are intolerable to heaven and earth. I wish I could wipe them all out!"

"Great God Lu Fan did the right thing, making Yamamoto speak these truths, letting the whole world know Japan's crimes, remembering history, and strengthening ourselves!"

As Lu Fan continued his questioning, the whole world fell silent.

The crimes once committed by Japan were laid bare before the world.

The history of China, once scarred and wounded, was once again seen by people, seen clearly.

Yamamoto's breath was faint, but a glimmer of desire for survival remained in his eyes. His lips trembled as he weakly pleaded, "I beg you... I beg you to let me go. I've told everything, I truly know I was wrong..."

His voice was almost inaudible, yet it sounded particularly piercing in the deathly silence of the icy plain.

Lu Fan looked at him coldly, his eyes filled with disdain and disgust.

"Do you think I would keep my word to a bunch of beasts who have committed countless crimes? The pain Japan brought to China, can it be offset by a few pleas for mercy from you?"

With that, Lu Fan's eyes instantly turned sharp as blades. He raised high the Broadsword in his hand, now stained with blood, and without hesitation, swung it toward Yamamoto's left arm.

With a *crack*, the sound of breaking bone was exceptionally clear in the silent snow. Yamamoto's left arm, still warm with blood, flew off and landed on the snow nearby, splattering a mist of blood.

"Ahhh—"

Yamamoto let out a heart-rending scream, filled with endless pain and terror.

Yet Lu Fan did not pause for even a moment. The Broadsword rose high again and fell heavily once more. Yamamoto's right arm also separated from his body. Blood gushed out like a fountain, dyeing the surrounding snow an even brighter red.

By now, Yamamoto was nearly unconscious from the pain. His body twitched weakly on the snow, his legs still struggling instinctively, trying to escape this terrible fate.

"Ahhh, you're a devil!!"

Lu Fan stepped forward, gripping the Broadsword with both hands, and with all his strength, swung it toward Yamamoto's left leg.

With a *thud*, the left leg also left Yamamoto's body. The snow became a river of blood, and the air was thick with the pungent smell of blood.

Immediately after, another slash severed his right leg as well.

By now, Yamamoto had been completely reduced to a human stump.

Finally, Lu Fan stood before Yamamoto, looking at his face contorted in pain and fear, not a ripple of emotion in his eyes.

"You... are... a devil..." The voice was almost inaudible.

Lu Fan slowly raised the Broadsword, aimed at Yamamoto's neck, took a deep breath, and then swung down fiercely.

*Crack*. Yamamoto's head rolled onto the snow, his eyes still wide open, filled with terror and despair.

Lu Fan stood in the snow, splattered with Yamamoto's blood, like a demon god from hell.

His chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath. Looking at the bloody scene before him, the fury in his heart still had not completely subsided.

In the livestream room, the audience's emotions had also reached their peak.

"Great God Lu Fan did brilliantly! Make him pay his blood debt!"

"This is the fate of aggressors! History must not be forgotten; justice will never be absent!"

"Well done! Let the whole world see this is our attitude towards aggressors!"

"Remember history, strengthen ourselves, and never let the tragedies of history repeat!"

Lu Fan stood in the snow, holding the blood-stained Broadsword. His figure appeared desolate and lonely, just like when China faced the world's malice alone in the past.

Suddenly, Lu Fan faintly seemed to hear singing.

A stirring song seemed to echo across the icy, snowy land, traversing time and space, as if transporting people back to those war-torn years of nationwide resistance against Japan.

The song was filled with hatred for the aggressors, love for the motherland, and a relentless pursuit of justice.

The song went like this.

"The Broadsword falls on the devils' heads!"

"All armed brothers!"

"The day of the War of Resistance has arrived!"

"The day of the War of Resistance has arrived!"

"Ahead are the Volunteer Armies of the Northeast,"

"Behind are the common people of the whole nation,"

"We, brothers of the resistance, advance bravely,"

"Take aim at the enemy,"

"Wipe them out,"

"Wipe them out!"

"Charge!"

"The Broadsword falls on the devils' heads!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!!"

"Kill!!!"