Bright Sword: Technology is the primary productive force in war

Chapter 120 I told you to be tough!

When Matsui heard Chen Yan asking him to write a confession, he could no longer hold back.

Writing a confession would be tantamount to admitting the inhumane crimes committed by the Japanese government in China. Once leaked, it would certainly cause international dissatisfaction and bring disastrous disaster to the Japanese Empire.

Matsui also realized that even if he died, as long as the Japanese knew that the confession came from Matsui, they would never let his family go, and they might even be exterminated.

Chen Yan is clear about the true face of the Japanese. Decades after the Anti-Japanese War, they still refuse to admit the fact of massacring civilians. Since Chen Yan has traveled to this era, he must do something for his compatriots who died unjustly.

So this time, he planned to obtain solid evidence of the Japanese massacre.

At this time, no one knew where Matsui got the strength from, but he actually crawled step by step to Chen Yan's feet and said almost pleadingly:

"I beg you, please let me die. If I write a confession, my parents will be implicated. I can't bear to see my family suffer..."

Seeing Matsui begging helplessly, Chen Yan did not show any mercy, but instead shouted heartbreakingly:

"Humph! I thought you Japanese popped out from cracks in the rocks.

Your family members are human beings, but we Chinese are not. When you kill people, you never think that they also have families.

I am not a kind-hearted person, and you are not a good person either. You have to write this confession today, whether you want to or not."

Suddenly Chen Yan made his hands into eagle claws and clamped Matsui's arms tightly, then he kicked Matsui in the air. Matsui flew backwards and Chen Yan took advantage of the situation to break his arms.

Chen Yan wiped the blood spurting out of Matsui's mouth and walked towards Matsui step by step. Matsui was like a child who was frightened by being beaten. His face was full of fear and he was desperately moving his body backwards.

Chen Yan, holding a cigarette in his mouth, easily picked up Matsui, who was trembling like a chick, with one hand.

Chen Yan knew that Matsui could not die yet, so he just punched him in the spleen, shattering it directly and causing his gastrointestinal tract to rupture. Matsui spit out blood again.

"I ask you again, do you want to write a confession?"

"I...I really can't write."

Chen Yan didn't waste any more words. He grabbed Matsui and used a guillotine to throw him to the ground. He flipped forward and used a straight naked lock to break Matsui's left leg.

"Ah~"

After a heart-wrenching scream, Matsui fell into coma again.

Chen Yan stood up, breathing heavily, "I haven't taken action for a long time, and my physical fitness has obviously declined.

Go, give him another shot of cardiac stimulant, don't let him die."

At this moment, the room was dead silent, and everyone was shocked by Chen Yan's brutal methods.

Especially the soldiers of the special operations battalion, they were all mesmerized by what they saw.

The action is clean and beautiful, but it's too cruel.

Except for Li San, no one had ever seen Chen Yan's kung fu. Now they finally realized that there is always someone better than you.

This is probably the true appearance of our brigade commander. Thinking of Chen Yan who is usually not serious at all, the strong contrast makes the soldiers feel a little ashamed.

The special operations battalion is recognized as the strongest spearhead in the team. Their training intensity and skills usually exceed those of ordinary troops, so the soldiers are all very arrogant and look down on others.

At this time, the soldiers had the same idea in their minds: It is estimated that there are no more than 3 people in our special operations battalion who can fight with the brigade commander for more than 5 moves.

Chen Yan looked at Matsui who was gradually waking up and asked again: "Write or not?"

Matsui was speechless and continued to shake his head.

At this time, Chen Yan's emotions completely exploded, and he lowered his head to look for something on the ground.

"MD, you're still hard. Okay, I'll make you hard."

He picked up an axe from the ground, dragged Matsui to a table, clamped Matsui's left hand tightly, spread out his five fingers, and swung the back of the axe desperately.

Ding...ding...ding...

After five blows, Matsui's fingers were smashed into pieces. The piercing pain from his fingers connecting to his heart made Matsui more awake.

"Ah~".

No matter how tough Matsui was, he really couldn't bear it at this time, because Chen Yan was too cruel, especially to the point of being crazy.

At this time, Matsui was like a puppet, his left leg limp, and he was half-kneeling beside the table, supported by his right leg.

Chen Yan was like an angry lion, venting his emotions irrationally, and kicked his right leg again.

"Gaba"

The sound of bones breaking was so crisp.

Chen Yan lit a cigarette and said emotionlessly: "Injection."

These two words instantly shattered the psychological defenses of everyone in the room.

What! ! !

This is not the end yet, what does he want?

At this time, no one noticed that Zhang Ercui, who had been trembling in the corner, was frightened into unconsciousness by Chen Yan.

When Matsui woke up again, Chen Yan kept cursing, "Fuck, you're still being stubborn."

The corners of Matsui's mouth moved slightly, but Chen Yan didn't hear clearly, so he just picked up the axe and chopped off his left arm.

"ah!!!".

Chen Yan threw the bloody axe away and said, "Bandage it, don't let him lose too much blood, and then give him an injection."

This sentence refreshed everyone's worldview, and hatred for the Japanese devils has turned into sympathy.

As expected, Matsui woke up again. This time he was covered in wounds, his legs were crippled, his left arm was cut off, his internal organs were bleeding, his face was severely deformed, and he lay on the ground like a maggot.

Just as Chen Yan was about to go up with the axe, Li San quickly stopped him.

"Brother, if you do that again he will die. I heard him clearly just now. He said he wrote it."

Chen Yan's eyes were red and his chest was heaving. It took him a long time to recover. He threw the axe away and grabbed Matsui's head.

"You're convinced now, right? Damn it, you're just asking for trouble.

Remember to write down clearly what happened last night.

otherwise...".

At this time, Chen Yan deliberately paused and said, "Otherwise, you won't die."

Matsui was now completely obedient. He lay on the ground and wrote word by word, leaning on his right hand, the only part of his body that Chen Yan had not touched.

Chen Yan turned to Li San and said:

"Go, take the other Japanese soldiers to other rooms for interrogation, and find out why they have been moving so unusually recently."

"Yes".

Chen Yan looked at the few pale-faced puppet soldiers left in the room, and suddenly his eyes lit up. He walked forward, and the puppet soldiers quickly crawled to the side, trying to stay away from Chen Yan, the god of death.

Chen Yan stepped down hard with one foot, breaking the only good leg of the unconscious Zhang Ercui.

"Ah~".

"You're a fucking wimp. Without people like you, the war wouldn't be so difficult."

Then, with a vertebra-breaking blow, Chen Yan directly crushed Zhang Ercui's spine.

Zhang Ercui died without even making a sound.

Everything was done, and Chen Yan walked out of the door. He knew that what he had done tonight was too cruel, and if it got out, it would inevitably lead to criticism and even international condemnation.

There's no need to give yourself this kind of trouble.

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Chen Yan's eyes, "Don't leave any one behind," and then he slammed the door shut.