Chapter 7 Everyone is like a dragon
"Ah."
The sad screams suddenly sounded in the chaotic and noisy crowd,
This painful wailing suddenly overshadowed all the protesters who shouted under the batons of the Japanese police,
The original chaotic scene suddenly calmed down,
"Ah, my hand, my hand"
Looking at the direction of the scream just now, everyone's expressions became a little stunned in an instant,
The middle-aged police officer's right hand disappeared from his wrist, and the surface of the wound looked surprisingly smooth, as if it had been cut by a sharp knife by some sharp blade.
At the foot of this person, there is a cut palm lying on his feet, and on the palm of his hand, he holds a baton,
The blood flowed like azhu. At this time, the middle-aged police officer's broken wrist and right hand became like a nozzle, sprinkling out the blood in the body without considering the cost,
In front of this man, it is the Chinese young man,
At this time, the young man covered the shoulder that had been hit with a baton by a middle-aged police officer with his other hand, and looked at the middle-aged police officer with a puzzled face.
But doubt is doubtful. On the face of pain, a kind of pleasure quickly emerged,
"You son of a bitch."
He secretly spit. He didn't forget that the little devil was fierce to him before. If he hadn't flashed his instinct before, I'm afraid it wouldn't have hit his shoulder, but his head blooming.
"Fack."
It turned out to be the Japanese middle-aged police officer who was injured,
All the Japanese police responded quickly, and there was a change of color on their faces. In the angry scolding, someone immediately came forward to support the middle-aged police officer and stopped the bleeding first.
"These Chinese people, who intend to murder our Japanese policemen, arrest them all."
However, for a while, there was a large pool of blood on the feet of the middle-aged police officer. In such a way, it made people bleed the scene of bleeding pigs when killing pigs for no reason.
Although the blood was stopped, the middle-aged police officer's face was already pale and fell into dizziness.
Seeing this, a small police officer with a lower position took over the command, and his eyes fiercely swept over all the Chinese people on the opposite side. There was a strong anger on his face, and he immediately gave the order to arrest,
When I heard the order, all the Japanese police acted again,
Although it is said to be an arrest, at this moment, all the Japanese police seem to have made an appointment. The baton in their hands once again ruthlessly fell to the Chinese protest crowd in front of them,
Even the little police officer who gave the order made such a move, even smashing a road in front of him with the baton in his hand, trying to cross the Chinese people in the front row and attack the rear of the protesting crowd,
This is revenge, this is bullying, and this is also venting,
In everyone's opinion, the hands of this middle-aged police officer must have been caused by the sneak attack of the protesting Chinese in front of him,
"These people are scum."
The scene in front of us has happened under the eyes of Yi Qing's five people from the beginning to now,
And seeing that his compatriots were subjected to such bullying and destruction, he was still under the hands of the little devils. Even if it was Yi Qing, there was a sudden burst of anger on his face at this moment,
In the originally calm eyes, a fierce light suddenly swept up, directly at the Japanese policemen who kept waving the baton in their hands in front of them.
Killing intention floating,
"Xiao Yi, which hand these devils use to hit my Chinese compatriots, just cut off their hand for me."
In the deep voice, there is an extremely depressing anger,
The scene in front of him is extremely chaotic. On the contrary, it is Xiao Yi's power of the wind, which can move quietly and silently.
"Well, these scum, damn it."
Hearing Yi Qing's instructions, the cold air suddenly surged in Xiao Yixing's eyes,
The corners of his lips silently evoked a sneer, and looked at the fierce Japanese policemen in front of him, with cold eyes like a knife,
The next moment, Xiao Yi's ten fingers suddenly moved,
The power in the body is driven, and on the tip of the finger, a trace of wind begins to appear,
shua shua
With Xiao Yi's unprecating fingertips, transparent wind blades immediately pierced the air like flying knives and silently swept away the Japanese police,
"Ah"
The wind blade disappeared, and the next moment, several screams sounded abruptly from the mouths of the Japanese police almost at the same time,
"My hand, my hand"
On the messy ground, there are dozens of neatly cut palms at this moment. Above these palms, they are all holding batons,
And the Japanese policemen who originally smashed the Chinese protesters with batons with ferocious faces were all wailing sadly with their broken arms at this moment,
A little unbearable fell directly to the ground and rolled in pain,
The rattish blood flowed out of the broken wrists of these Japanese policemen, and the breath has gathered on the ground into a pool of the boss,
All the policemen, under Xiao Yi's blade, have no omissions,
Which hand you use to hit my Chinese compatriots, just cut off that hand,
This is the meaning of Yi Qing, Xiao Yi, Leng Dao and others,
It means Huaxia,
"The sky is healthy, and the gentleman is self-improvement. I am a Chinese, and everyone is like a dragon."
Looking at the wailing Japanese police in front of him, there was no sympathy in Yi Qing's eyes,
If these people can't stop the bleeding and treat them again, they will only have an end: they will bleed too much and die,
It's just that in the eyes of Yi Qing and others, what does this have to do with them?
It's not my race, and what does its life and death have to do with me?
Yi Qing's eyes didn't even have an extra second on these Japanese policemen, and fell among all the protesters
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These people are very embarrassed at this moment. Many people have been knocked to the ground before, and some parts of more people have been hit high and swollen.
The most seriously injured are those in the front row, and almost all of them have broken their heads and bleeding.
It's just that even with the crazy attack just now, this group of people did not flinch at all,
Stand up, struggling with each other, straightening the spine, and the steps under your feet are still moving slowly and firmly in the direction of the Yasukuni Shrine,
In the mouth, there is an increasingly angry roar, the sound of protest,
"I, Huaxia, am no longer the weak country that could be bullied at will a hundred years ago."
The scene in front of him for no reason reminds Yi Qing of the benevolent people recorded in history for the independent rejuvenation of China a hundred years ago.
It was a group of people who died generously with the enemy's muzzle bayonet without flinching, the blood of the dragon,
But today's China has stood up from that dark era, from the blood of those martyrs,
No one can use the muzzle of the gun against the Chinese,
No one can smash the Chinese with the butt of the gun again, laughing unscrupulously without any punishment,
Which hand you use to hit my Chinese compatriots, just cut off that hand,
It's ridiculous that some countries, some people, still think that they can bully Chinese people at the time when they invaded China,
You hate and despise Chinese people. Yes, that's your own business, but you must hide this kind of thought for me. If you dare to show it and take action, you are looking for a draw,
"I'm in China, and everyone is like a dragon."
He muttered again, looking at the lovely and respectable compatriots in front of him, Yi Qing suddenly showed a warm smile on his original cold face,
"I've changed my attention. If I don't stir up the little Japan upside down, how can I be ashamed to return to China?"
A gentle smile hung on Yi Qing's face, facing all the Chinese compatriots in front of him,
Only when he turned his head and looked at Zhao Yan's four people around him, the smile was instantly covered by a kind of cold murderous intention, indescribably cold and sharp,
ps There is no Internet in the countryside, and Qingqiu also wants to cry. After finishing the three chapters, Qingqiu knew that he could not let everyone continue to wait. He immediately ran the Internet cafe and uploaded it. Please understand,