Courtyard House: Home Alone

The war criminals on the high platform trembled in fear amidst the deafening roar, some turning pale. Even Prince Asaka Yasuhiko, who had been trying to remain calm, lowered his once arrogant head slightly, a barely perceptible fear flashing in his eyes.

This voice is the voice of the people, the cry of justice, and the prelude to the ultimate judgment against all evil.

At this moment, Judge Ouyang raised his hands and pressed them down, and the noise in the hall gradually subsided, but the surging anger still burned in everyone's eyes.

His gaze swept across the entire room, his voice solemn and clear: "Ladies and gentlemen, justice may be delayed, but it will never be absent. After a comprehensive review of the witness testimonies, relevant physical evidence, and the war criminals' conduct in court, it has now been established that:"

The defendants, including Prince Asaka Yasuhiko and Kenji Doihara, blatantly violated international law and humanitarian principles during the war.

They planned and carried out a series of serious crimes, including the Nanjing Massacre, which involved massacring civilians, abusing prisoners of war, and disrupting peace. Their actions constitute crimes against humanity and war crimes.

The facts of the crime are clear, the evidence is conclusive and sufficient, and the defendant has no way to deny it.

He paused, his tone becoming even more resolute, "In accordance with Articles 1, 3, and 7 of the Law on the Trial of War Crimes, this Court hereby rules as follows:"

The entire room fell silent instantly. Everyone's heart was in their throat, and even their breathing seemed to stop. Countless eyes were fixed on Judge Ouyang's lips, waiting for the long-awaited final verdict.

The defendant, Prince Asaka Yasuhiko, committed crimes against humanity and war crimes. His crimes were extremely serious and had an extremely negative social impact. He is hereby sentenced to death and to be executed by dismemberment. The sentence shall be carried out immediately!

The defendant, Kenji Doihara, was convicted of crimes against humanity, war crimes, and espionage. He was sentenced to death by dismemberment, to be carried out immediately. ...The other war criminals were also sentenced to death by firing squad, hanging, or other methods, according to their crimes.

"Death penalty! Death penalty!"

"Good! Well done!"

As soon as Judge Ouyang finished speaking, a deafening roar of cheers and applause erupted from the audience. People were moved to tears, hugging each other and spreading the news.

Small flags bearing the words "Blood for Blood" waved in the air, creating a sea of ​​anger and exhilaration. Years of pent-up hatred and humiliation seemed to find an outlet at this moment.

Grandpa Tang stepped to the front of the stage, picked up the microphone again, and his voice trembled slightly with emotion: "Fellow villagers! Justice has been served! These executioners with blood on their hands will finally pay the heaviest price for their atrocities! Now, I declare the execution begin!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the five Japanese agents who had squeezed to the front of the stage were about to launch an attack, just as they were about to pull out the grenades hidden in their crotches.

Lin Yifan moved. Wearing a hood, Lin Yifan waved his hand, and five bullets ready to fire flew out of the space warehouse, piercing the foreheads of the five Japanese agents at the same time.

Having received instructions from Lin Yifan, Zhao Gang and the others who were waiting beside the five men rushed forward as the Japanese agents fell to the ground, carrying and dragging the five Japanese corpses out of the scene.

Meanwhile, the crowd around these five agents was completely absorbed in the trial on the stage and paid no attention to what was happening around them.

Meanwhile, Old Master Guo was already itching to get started. He picked up the torture instruments on the table and walked toward Prince Asaka Yasuhiko with a cold look in his eyes.

Prince Asaka Yasuhiko completely collapsed at this moment. He slumped to the ground, letting out a desperate wail, with not a trace of the arrogance of royalty remaining.

Kenji Doihara's face was ashen, his eyes staring blankly ahead, as if recalling his sinful life.

Shi Tou and the others stepped forward and tied the war criminals one by one to the prepared pillars.

Old Master Guo's technique was skillful and precise; each cut was accompanied by the war criminals' agonizing screams. But to the common people, these screams were the most melodious music, a solace for their departed loved ones.

Lin Yifan stood on one side of the platform, coldly observing everything. His mental power clearly detected the life force of the war criminals.

Whenever a war criminal was about to die, he would stop Grandpa Guo's actions, then draw the Japanese commander's sword that he had prepared in advance, and cut off the Japanese war criminal's head with one stroke.

The first was Prince Asaka Yasuhiko, then Kenji Doihara, and then...

With each swing of his sword, he could feel his domain rapidly expanding, and the feeling of increasing power made him even more delighted.

He knew that the deaths of these war criminals were not only to comfort the souls of the dead, but also a stepping stone for his own improvement.

The entire venue was filled with a complex atmosphere, a mixture of the exhilaration of revenge, the sorrow for the deceased, and the anticipation for the future.

The anger on the faces of the people gradually faded, replaced by a relieved calm, as if a huge stone that had been weighing on their hearts for many years had finally been removed.

Standing on the high platform, Grandpa Tang watched this scene unfold, tears welling in his eyes. Speaking into the microphone in a hoarse yet powerful voice, he said, "Fellow villagers, the execution of the war criminals is a great relief! But we must not forget history. We must remember this bloody lesson, strive to make our country stronger, and never again allow foreign enemies to bully us!"

Thunderous applause erupted from the audience and lasted for a long time. This applause was a tribute to the heroes, a cheer for justice, and a celebration of the indomitable spirit of the Chinese nation.

Among the thousands of people below, three of Lin Yifan's old acquaintances were clapping and whispering to each other.

Yi Zhonghai tugged at He Daqing and Liu Haizhong's sleeves and said, "Brother He, Master Liu, have you noticed that person on the stage beheading the Japanese soldiers? Yes, the one wearing the hood, doesn't that figure look familiar?"

He Daqing squinted and looked in the direction Yi Zhonghai pointed. He saw the hooded figure on the platform raising and lowering his knife with clean and swift movements, each swing carrying a sharp and fierce aura.

He frowned and examined it carefully for a while, then scratched his head and said uncertainly, "It looks somewhat familiar, but with the hood on, I can't see its face clearly."

Moreover, among the people we know who have such good skills…” He didn’t finish his sentence, but fell into deep thought, and familiar faces flashed through his mind.

Liu Haizhong was impatient and couldn't contain himself any longer. He stood on tiptoe, craning his neck as if he wanted to bulge his eyes out.

"Familiar? I don't recognize him at all. Yi Zhonghai, are you getting old and your eyesight is failing? This is a war criminal who killed Japanese soldiers. None of the people we know have the guts or the ability to do that!"

He pursed his lips, a hint of disbelief in his tone, but his eyes remained fixed on the figure, as if trying to find a clue of familiarity. "To be honest, I don't think it resembles anyone else! That skill is like a martial arts master on a stage!"