The crazy legion's plan to find the First Army to strengthen the men was not successful. The First Army Command had moved forward to the Kanto Plain and commanded the First Infantry Division to fight with the 36th Japanese Division, who rushed over with anger, and had no time to care about these bullshit matters. It was not impossible to catch people directly in the prisoner camp, but the Shaolin soldiers suddenly thought of a very critical question: the guys in the Yasukuni Shrine were only concerned about messing around, and the weapons were thrown all over the ground. What if the prisoners of war picked up the weapons and guarded the land? Then we were wasted our efforts? So he changed his mind temporarily and asked us to go out to the corners of the ditches and drag the Japanese otakus hiding inside. It would definitely not work if these useless guys were to go to the Yasukuni Shrine to drag the guys who were probably already angry and threw them into the car and took them away. Well, that's all for you!

Although Tokyo has become an unprecedented slaughterhouse, the city has too many people and the vitality of those guys is too tough, so many people survived. Of course, most of the people who survived have their souls been destroyed. Their pride, their bravery, their barbarity, and their dignity have all been destroyed by the 460mm naval cannon, and they have become a group of pitiful worms who tremble when they hear footsteps. If you yell "Liu Zhe is here" into the underground tunnel, they will cause you a serious stampede accident, and it will not be enough if you don't die a few thousand people!

One hundred million jade pieces? Dog shit!

Kanfeng Fighting Movement? Can this thing be eaten?

Who said that Chinese people like to fight in their nests? Who said that Chinese people are all slaves in their bones? I pointed an automatic rifle and said that there were many oriental cords who were willing to serve and beg for life! Under the guidance of our leather boots and butts, these guys walked out of the underground air defense fortifications that were filled with a terrible smell than poison gas. They drove a miraculously unbreakable truck from the underground parking lot or the streets, and entered the Yasukuni Shrine to pull people. We hid far away, pointed the gun at them, warning them not to play tricks, otherwise we would invite them to eat peanuts!

The first group of more than 20 people entered the Yasukuni Shrine in battle. Looking at the countless heroic spirits enshrined on the altar, thinking about the devastated ruins of the capital and the suffering they suffered, they couldn't help but feel sad. But before they could squeeze out a drop of cat urine, they found themselves surrounded...

Listening to the screams of the wind and the screams of storm, I silently cut a cross on my chest. Poor kid, we will remember your contributions to the friendship between the two peoples and world peace. The next group will be given to me!

After struggling for more than a long time, the good people finally dragged all the half-dead guys out and threw them away on the truck. They even sprayed disinfectants diligently to wash away the stains on the ground, straightened the tablets, and handed them over to us. It was amazing. No one thought of using these weapons to fire at us and resisted. I have to say that Japan is really a magical nation. It looks polite on the surface. Once you find that you are weaker than him, you will immediately become a vicious jackal that will never be satisfied. You will not give up until you swallow your belt bones. Once you are afraid of being beaten, they will immediately become the most gentle dog, and you will have no complaints about it. Alas, a schizophrenic nation cannot see through them!

Of course, fifty or sixty of this group of good people were carried out. I hope they will not be infected with gonorrhea. Amitabha, God bless!

Finally, the Shaolin soldiers reported to the headquarters: "We took the Yasukuni Shrine! We took the Yasukuni Shrine in a complete and complete manner!"

Liu Zhe asked in surprise: "I took it off so soon? Are you kidding me?"

The Shaolin soldier said: "No joke, I really took it down!" He smiled bitterly in his heart. In fact, the battle had already ended, but it was delayed until now to take down the Yasukuni Shrine. It was a big irony.

Liu Zhe said: "Line it there like a nail, and I'll go there right away!"

The Shaolin soldier said, "Okay!" After the call was over, he shouted at the restless special operations division officers and soldiers: "The commander-in-chief is coming soon, so he will cheer me up. Don't let the Japanese army fight back and take the Yasukuni Shrine back!"

This is a bit too careful. Until now, there is no complete Japanese army in Tokyo. The broken army has to withstand the attacks of two armies like a shaved head. Where can we have the leisure to counterattack the Yasukuni Shrine? But be careful to sail for ten thousand years and be vigilant, there is no mistake. Thousands of special forces who killed people and stomped on ants responded, building fortifications with Yasukuni Shrine as the center and launching defenses, just like the Iron Fortress of the Yuchi, the Japanese army wants to attack, at least they have to use brigade-level troops! Several of our commanders walked into the Yasukuni Shrine with confidence, and they all wanted to see what was hidden in this shrine that was filthy and dirty. Why do Japanese people like to come here to visit so much!

The "good people" who were cleaning inside were driven out.

Red bricks and green tiles, carved beams and painted roads, lush grass and trees, and beautiful environment. In this urban jungle built with steel and concrete, the Yasukuni Shrine can definitely be regarded as a place of beautiful scenery and leisure. Its buildings are of classical style, with flying eaves, red columns, reliefs and murals, all of which exude an elegant atmosphere. Such buildings are no longer common in our country, and the garages are orderly. No matter from which perspective, this is a good place.

But it is such a good place that enshrines the undead of more than 2 million Japanese soldiers and military families who died in a series of aggression wars since the Meiji Restoration from Japan, from the Sino-Japanese War of 1894-1895 to World War II. From the perspective of the Japanese, these people may be called national heroes, and it is natural to let their undead enjoy incense. No matter which country can find any reason to accuse them, they also invited fourteen Class A war criminals, including Tojo Hideki, Matsui Ishione, Itagaki Seishiro, and so on to worship them as gods, which made people unable to bear it. Which of these bastards is not a demon who has bloody hands and has created a series of tragic massacres? They are simply a shame for Asia. They actually worship these bastards as gods, missing the "glory" they wield to bleed Asia to their heart's content. Who can swallow this anger?

We slowly walked past the spiritual positions and photos one by one, looking at them with interest, and rated them with great comments. Countless great men in modern Japanese history glared at us, but they had no choice but to do anything to us. Just kidding, even if you are still alive, I dare to smash your head with one shot. Now that you are dead, what else can we be afraid of? We raise our middle fingers at them, aren’t you God? Your filial sons and grandchildren really worship you as God. Now we are rushing around in your capital. Why don’t you climb out of the grave to save those poor worms?

Liu Jun looked at the densely packed photos on the wall and said, "Wow, many people died!"

I smiled bitterly: "We die more. If we move all the spiritual positions of those who have died in the hands of this country since the Sino-Japanese War of 1894-1895 into the temple, we don't know how many temples as big as the Yasukuni Shrine will be built."

Liu Jun said: "Let's leave it to the Japanese pigs to build a temple. What we have to do is to help their temple transport fresh blood and add new members, so as not to find the old ghosts here to chat without finding new partners and going crazy with boredom!"

The Shaolin soldier stopped in front of a statue of god and looked at the words on it, saying "Pine, well, stone, root!"

Little Guangxi tilted his head and looked at a tablet: "Dashio! I found this grandson!"

Shandong said: "That bastard Seishiro Itagaki is here!"

Liu Jun stared at the urn and wooden statue in front of him, gritting his teeth and chanting: "Hiki Tojo!"

I looked at a spiritual position in front of me, very interested. This guy was not like war madmen like Matsui Ishione, Tani Shouo, Tojo Hideki, etc., but in terms of the harm caused to our country and nation, it is probably even greater than the above three combined!

He is Kenji Doihara, a famous Japanese spy lieutenant general. He likes to hide behind the scenes. From the Northern Expedition to the Huanggutun incident, to the July 7 Incident, he can always be seen in almost every incident that concerns the life and death of the Chinese nation. He is like a cancer cell, desperately creating viruses in the body of the Chinese nation, sucking away the vitality of the Chinese nation in strands, almost with other war criminals, he has driven the Chinese nation into an abyss that will never be restored!

Ha Ling said, "Mijiro Umezu is here!" She pulled out the dagger, raised her hand and stabbed the urn made of sandalwood with a crack. She then scolded the "bastard". She swung it hard, and the urn was thrown on the wall and smashed it into pieces, and the ashes were scattered all over the ground. That's not all, she stabbed another war criminal's urn and was pierced by the dagger: "You are full of blood and debts, and you are treated as such innocent people.

They were chopped and killed like animals, and their injustice is still lingering in Asia. Do you still have the face to enjoy the incense here? Eat ashes!" After another sweep, the box of ashes flew out, smashed and smashed on the wall, falling down one after another, mixing with Mejiro Umezu, and you will never be able to distinguish you and me. Damn, Japanese pigs, if you have the ability, you can pick up these ashes for DNA identification, and slowly separate the ghosts of these two old ghosts!

The Shaolin soldier shook his head: "Ha Ling, there are so many ashes of war criminals enshrined here that they can't count them. If you smash this way, your arms will be sore before you can't get rid of your anger. It's so unpaid."

Ha Ling said, "I'm happy, you don't have to worry about it!" After another knife, the third box of ashes suffered.

Xiao Guangxi showed an evil smile: "Well, Ha Ling, can you please go away first? We have some private matters to deal with."

Ha Ling paused: "What's the matter?"

Xiao Guangxi said: "Anyway, it's all right. You can go away first, it won't take long."

Ha Ling said, "I want to see what you want to do!" and walked away.

After she left, the Shaolin soldier also showed a smile similar to Little Guangxi and asked: "Brothers, are you ready?"

Xiao Guangxi said: "I said I started preparing a few hours ago and never slacked off!"

I said, "So too, I've been persisting and dare not relax at all."

Shandong said: "What do you call preparation? For this moment, I drank a full two liter of water and ate two hundred grams of garlic in four hours. I stocked up enough. This is what is preparation!"

Shaolin soldier said: "Stop talking nonsense, it's time to pay tribute to these Japanese heroic letters, let's do it!"

We brushed and unzipped the zipper, and the air sank into the dantian. A stream of liquid with a strong smell of urine shot out, and from bottom to top, drawing a series of pleasing arcs and poured on the urn placed on the table. Little Guangxi smiled and said, "It's so great that it's so majestic!"

Shandong asked: "Isn't the soak that I drank for Major General Jawa last time in Jawa??"

Xiao Guangxi said: "It's quite majestic, but it's incomparable to this one."

Liu Jun laughed: "It's so satisfying to urinate!"

Xiao Guangxi shouted: "Why are you peeing so high? You've ejaculated on the old turtle of Hideki Tojo!"

Liu Jun looked modest: "It's not too tall, I haven't even tried hard yet."

Little Guangxi: "······"

The inventory in my stomach was cleared bit by bit. The Shaolin soldier pulled up the zipper with regret and muttered: "It's been several hours of inventory, just that little? It's so failed. I still need some water."

Ha Ling's voice came over: "You guys are actually urinating at the dead souls here, it's too much!"

Xiao Guangxi was proud: "Is this considered too much? We have even more excessive things to do!"

Ha Ling is going crazy: "What else do you want to do!?"

Xiao Guangxi said: "Put the big size."

Ha Ling retching and fled in panic.
Chapter completed!