On the night when Pingjin City fell, the backbone of Xie Yunting, the leader of the celebration team, was broken inch by inch by the Japanese with iron rods.
Three months later, his young apprentice Xie Yu threw out the sleeves containing the poisonous blade amid the cheers of his enemies.
When the blood splattered on the silver opera robe, the straight uniform of a puppet army major in the audience moved.
Fang Zhishi's military gloves strangled his throat, and his voice was icy: "Want to die? It's not up to you."
