December 1937, Nanjing. Pig butcher Chen Jiujin crawled out from the pile of dead people with an ancestral pig-butcher knife in his arms, and only three words remained in his mind.
He changed his name to Tu Jiu and headed north. If you meet anyone on the road, kill one. If you meet a team, kill a team. From northern Jiangsu to southern Shandong, from southern Shandong to Jizhong, the sword is getting faster and faster, and its reputation is getting louder and louder. Recruiting blacksmiths, recruiting hunters, and recruiting exiled students, the four people turned into thirty people, and the "Japanese Slaying Team" became the number one nightmare on the Japanese pirate reward list.
Two years and four months, one thousand three hundred and twenty-seven lives. They're not numbers, they're all Japanese pirates.
This is not a story about a hero saving the country. This is the story of a pig butcher who used twelve years of craftsmanship on Japanese pirates. There are Japanese pirates dying on every page, and every sword is not in vain.
Killing Japanese pirates is to serve the country. The sword saw blood, and the throat was sealed.
Just kill it.
