northernbook Chapter 738: The Nine Southern States of Hell on Earth
Chapter 738: The Nine Southern States of Hell on Earth
In the dead silence and despair of South Kyushu Castle, the bottom line of humanity seems to have been eroded by hunger and despair. In the city, houses have become battlefields for Fuso soldiers to vent their despair and greed. In this chaos and fear, a tragedy is about to unfold in an inconspicuous house.
The door of this residential house was kicked open with all their might by two skinny soldiers with sallow faces and crazy eyes. The door fell to the ground with a bang, raising a cloud of dust. They rushed into this place that should have been a safe haven like hungry wolves with sharp bayonets in hand. The house was dimly lit, and the air was filled with a sense of uneasiness and depression.
In a corner of the room, a middle-aged Japanese man with a disabled right leg was trembling, his eyes showing both fear and determination. He held tightly in his hand an old fish-killing knife, which was the only weapon he could use for self-defense. His eyes met the intruding soldier, and the confrontation between the two was instantly filled with tension and danger.
"You...what do you want to do? Get out of my house!" The man's voice was trembling with fear, but he still tried to maintain a trace of dignity. However, for the soldiers who had already lost their minds, such a warning was like wind on a deaf ear.
"Food, we want food! Hand over all your food!" One of the soldiers roared viciously, his eyes red, as if hunger had turned him into a beast. His voice echoed in the small room, adding a bit of terror.
The man knew that the family had very little food left, and he had to take care of his sick wife and two young children. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down: "You are all warriors of the empire, and I admire you. But my children also need food to survive. I'm sorry, I can't give it to you."
His answer was like a ignited fuse, and the two soldiers were instantly enraged. They were like beasts that had been imprisoned for a long time and finally found an outlet to vent their anger, roaring and rushing towards the man. The bayonets in their hands flashed coldly in the dim light, and the breath of death was pressed straight into the man's chest.
The man struggled to swing the fish-killing knife in his hand to resist, but his meager strength seemed so insignificant under the crazy attack of the two soldiers. The sound of "puff, puff" rang out one after another, which was the sound of the bayonet piercing the flesh, and also the elegy of life passing away. Blood gushed out from the man's abdomen like a fountain, staining his clothes red, and also staining everything around him red.
The man groaned in pain, his eyes starting to blur. He knew he was powerless and could only watch in despair as his former comrades who had fought side by side with him became executioners who murdered their compatriots. At this moment, he seemed to see the terrified and helpless faces of his wife and children, and his heart was filled with endless regret and resentment.
The two soldiers seemed to be overwhelmed by the blood and killing and continued their atrocities.
As night fell, the terror and despair in South Kyushu City reached its peak. The fate of that family, like the epitome of countless families, ended in despair and violence.
The daughter of the middle-aged man, a 17 or 18-year-old girl who should have had youth and dreams, now became a victim of the soldiers' animal desires. Her eyes were filled with fear and despair, and tears silently slid down her cheeks, but she could not stop the atrocities from happening to her. Her screams and cries seemed so weak in this city shrouded in fear, as if she would be swallowed up in the endless darkness at any time.
After satisfying their desires, the soldiers greedily plundered every grain of food in the house like wild animals. Their faces were filled with smiles of satisfaction and cruelty, as if all this was taken for granted. When all the food was plundered, they mercilessly set fire to the house. The flames spread quickly, devouring everything, turning the home that was once full of warmth and hope into ashes.
In the firelight and smoke, the conversation between the two soldiers was particularly harsh. "Mr. Xiaohe, we will be court-martialed if we do this." A soldier's voice was filled with a hint of uneasiness and fear. However, his companion responded nonchalantly: "Baga! Put away your timidity and cowardice! We are almost dying! These people were able to survive the war because of our protection, they should give their all to die!"
This sentence echoed in the night sky of South Kyushu City like a curse. It revealed the darkest and cruelest side of human nature - driven by extreme fear and the desire for survival, former comrades and compatriots became objects that could be plundered and killed at will. The evil of human nature was vividly interpreted at this moment, and the bottom line of morality and ethics was completely trampled.
Similar crazy scenes were constantly unfolding throughout the city of Southern Kyushu. The soldiers of the Changfeng Division, the warriors who once represented the glory of the Fuso Empire, had now transformed into demons, and were frantically looting and slaughtering the residents of the city. They ignored the dignity and value of life, and used the weapons and power in their hands to satisfy their own selfish desires and atrocities.
Crying, wailing, and begging for mercy intertwined together, forming the most tragic symphony of the night. However, in this endless darkness, no one seemed to be able to lend a hand to stop this human disaster. Nanjiuzhou City, a once prosperous and peaceful place, has now become a hell on earth, witnessing the ugliest side of human nature.
Asakawa Ichiro's order to assemble fell on deaf ears, failing to stir up any significant ripples in the chaos and despair of Southern Kyushu City. Most of the soldiers in the city had been completely devoured by hunger, fear, and despair. They ran around like headless flies, continuing their mindless killing and looting. On the streets and in the houses, blood and wailing could be seen everywhere. The light of humanity seemed to have been completely extinguished on this land.
Ichiro Asakawa sat in the command post, the command knife in his hand hanging limply beside him. His eyes were empty and desperate, as if he had foreseen the final outcome. The adjutant hurried in, his face full of anxiety and uneasiness: "Division Commander, should we find a way to stop them? If this continues, our army will be completely out of control, and it may even lead to a greater disaster."
When Asakawa Ichiro heard this, his body trembled slightly, but then he fell into a deeper silence. He slowly raised his head, his eyes penetrating the dim light, as if he saw the soldiers who were on the verge of losing control. They were once the pride of the empire and the elite of the Fuso nation, but now they have become beasts killing each other. An indescribable sadness surged in his heart, making Asakawa Ichiro almost suffocate.
"Stop it?" He repeated his adjutant's words in a low voice, his voice full of helplessness and bitterness, "How can I stop it? Do you want me to shoot these desperate imperial warriors who fought alongside us? Every one of them once fought for the glory of the empire, but now they can only struggle in despair. What a irony, what a tragedy!"
At this point, Ichiro Asakawa's eyes could not help but become moist. He took a deep breath, tried to calm his emotions, and then slowly collapsed on the sofa. His body seemed to become extremely heavy at this moment, as if carrying the suffering and sorrow of the entire division and even the entire nation.
The adjutant felt mixed emotions when he saw this. He understood the helplessness and pain of the division commander, but the current situation made him feel unprecedented despair. He knew that he could not change anything, so he could only silently accompany the division commander and bear this heavy burden together.
The chaos and killing continued in Minami-Kyushu Castle, and Ichiro Asakawa and his adjutant watched it all quietly, as if they were isolated in another world.
But they were completely powerless to change anything. The mood of despair and the frenzied killing formed a sharp contrast, as if it was the last carnival of the defeated soldiers of the Changfeng Division.