"Tie him up, hey, I caught another high-ranking official, huh? Just a lieutenant colonel?"

Long Wenwen said with some disappointment.

Tachibana Kiyo was pinned to the ground by the soldiers and kept struggling, shouting unconvinced: "Baga! Cowardly Chinese, you dare to fight with me...ah! ah!"

"The bastard's lid is dripping, why is his name Mo Zi!?"

Bu La raised the butt of the gun and hit his head twice, making the little devil scream in agony.

Long Wenwen walked up to him and found a Southern 14 pistol from his body. The gun body looked quite new, and he could tell that he had spent a lot of time maintaining it.

"Tachibana... Kixio, your name is Kiyo Tachibana? Hey, you're quite young. What's wrong? Your family is also an official?"

Long Wenwen looked at the Japanese characters printed on the gun body, smiled and joked, and asked Tachibana Qixiong.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Long Wenwen patted his head helplessly for the nonsensical answer.

"Yes, I forgot that you can't speak human language. What should I do? I can't understand your ghost screams."

"Take him to the group first! I think the group will be very happy."

Long Wenwen suddenly changed his expression, straightened out Tachibana's messy collar, and said to him seriously:

"Our group will definitely treat you well. This is your blessing, Tachibana-kun!"

After saying that, he stood at attention and bowed his head and performed a standard Japanese salute.

Looking at the Chinese officer in front of him who suddenly became polite, although he didn't know what he was talking about, his sly smile seemed to reveal a bit of cruelty. Tachibana Kiyo couldn't help but shudder in his heart, and he was about to attack him. I feel inexplicably frightened by what I face.

The army was defeated like a mountain.

The Japanese army, known as the strongest in Asia, fled in despair, just like the Chinese army they had looked down on before, losing their guns and helmets. They ran away just to save their lives by running into the jungle.

Facing the enemy chasing behind them, as long as they are pushed back, they will end up with bayonets inserted into their backs. The soldiers of the Sichuan Army stepped on the corpse of the little Japanese and continued to hunt down these defeated soldiers!

Just as they were about to run back to their own positions, what awaited them in front was not the support and cover of the deputy commander, but rounds of cold and merciless bullets!

Kaname and the veterans of the Sichuan Army had been waiting for a long time. Without any nonsense, when they saw the little Japs emerging, they fired at them first. Then they took weapons and divided and surrounded them with the soldiers behind them.

The Japanese were no longer victors this time, they finally tasted defeat!

Although there are still some who are fighting against the trapped beasts, most of the little Japanese have become desperate and are kneeling on the ground begging for surrender.

"Ding, the host soldier killed a Japanese captain and unlocked the German-made Kar.98K Mauser sniper rifle."

Was the captain killed in the end? Liao Mingyu thought silently in his heart. He actually got 98k. That's okay.

At this time, the panicked remnants of the Japanese army were quickly cleaned up by the soldiers. Only a few small Japanese soldiers were lucky enough to escape the encirclement and got into the dense forest.

Adhering to the regimental leader's painstaking teachings, the soldiers showed no mercy to the little Japanese who surrendered, and sent them all to the shrine to report. Even the corpses on the ground were carefully shot. This was a bloody experience.

"call!"

Throwing the machine gun aside, Mi Long collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily.

The other soldiers were not much better. They were almost paralyzed from exhaustion. Some soldiers even lay sprawled on the ground to relieve their exhausted bodies.

This battle has been going on from yesterday evening to 4.5 o'clock in the morning now. Even an iron man can hardly hold it back.

If it hadn't been for the hope given to them by the regiment leader and the belief in returning home, they might have been the ones escaping now instead of the little Japs.

Liao Mingyu ignored them. He leaned against a tree and swallowed his dry throat. He was highly concentrated all night and his body was always in a state of tension. Even though his physical fitness was higher than that of ordinary people, he could hardly bear it.

Can't stand it any longer.

But this battle was worth it. Two Japanese brigades and an artillery squadron were almost wiped out. That was a total of more than 2,300 little Japanese!

If calculated based on the establishment, they almost crippled an entire regiment!

If this were placed on the current domestic battlefield, without mobilizing several divisions and artillery units to pursue and intercept, such a record would be impossible to achieve.

Fortunately, everything is finally over now, but an unprecedented sense of fatigue is sweeping over me.

Liao Mingyu's slightly trembling hand was about to take out a cigarette, but he touched the remaining half of the morphine injection.

Alas... Li Erwa.

I vaguely remember his childish smiling face in my mind. If this little soldier hadn't risked his life to save him, he might not be able to lament the situation here. He really paid for his life.

So what if he was a special forces soldier, or if he had a system, any shrapnel could kill him on this cruel battlefield. Only at this moment did he remember what his great-great-grandfather often said to him.

Never take it lightly on the battlefield! The one who survives in the end may not necessarily be the most powerful soldier, but he must be the soldier with the best luck!

"Tour members, look at the surprise I brought back for you!"

At this time, Long Wenwen's crazy voice interrupted Liao Mingyu's contemplation. His playful smile looked like he had found gold.

"What the hell surprise?" Liao Mingyu raised his head and asked in confusion.

"A surprise is a surprise, Tuanzuo."

Long Wenwen said in a nonchalant manner, shaking his head.

"I ask you what the hell surprise you are!?" Liao Mingyu was really tired and yelled impatiently.

"The surprise is that the commander of this Japanese army, Japanese Army Lieutenant Colonel, Tachibana Kiyo!"

Long Wenwen was startled. He quickly replied seriously.

"Um?"

Liao Mingyu regained his energy instantly, and was a little surprised now. He thought the old boy had escaped with the remnant soldiers, but unexpectedly he was caught by Long Wenwen.

Long Wenwen quickly asked the soldiers behind to escort Tachibana Qixiong up.

Looking at this young Japanese officer, he looked as lifeless as an eggplant beaten by frost. There was a large bruise on his forehead and face. It seemed that he had been taken care of by the soldiers after he was caught.

At this time, he was being held up by two soldiers, grinning as he endured the gunshot wound on his leg.

"This guy should be a noble. Look at his saber. It has a jade handle and a purple rope. This is really rare. It looks like a good product at first glance."

As he spoke, Long Wenwen presented the samurai sword with both hands like a treasure.

Liao Mingyu took the knife, which could be seen from its gorgeous appearance. He pulled out the blade with a "ding" sound, and the crisp sound of the blade was particularly sweet. Three small words were engraved on the grip: Hanamichi. Cut!

Looking at the sharp blade and exquisite jade handle, it is countless times stronger than the assembly line samurai swords worn by lieutenants.

In Japan, purple represents nobility, and yellow and white, second only to the emperor, are symbols of the powerful class. This Tachibana Kiyo came from a famous family.

Seeing his enemies commenting on his favorite sword, Tachibana seemed to be greatly insulted. He struggled and shouted sharply: "You stupid Chinese pigs, you are not worthy of holding my samurai sword!"

"Is this the most precious treasure in your family?" Liao Mingyu asked him in Japanese.

Unexpectedly, this young officer could actually speak Japanese, which surprised Tachibana Kiyo and also made him feel a little wary. However, he was still proud and said:

"Yes, this is the heirloom of our Tachibana family!"

"There must be quite a few Chinese people who died on this knife, right?" Liao Mingyu said meaningfully with a smile on his face.

"Hmph, it is their supreme glory to be able to die under the Flower Road Slash for the Chinese people!"

"Oh, really, then Lieutenant Commander Tachibana, would you like to experience this honor?"

Liao Mingyu was still smiling, but his eyes were staring at Tachibana Kiyo like cold poisonous snakes.

"What do you want to do? Well, the worst case scenario is that you'll kill me. The warriors of the Japanese Empire will never be afraid!"

Tachibana Kiyo held his head high and said disdainfully. He knew that the outcome would definitely be a dead end. Rather than being killed in a cowardly manner, it would be better to die bravely with his chest raised.

Liao Mingyu shook his head and sighed slightly: "Three days ago, a lieutenant commander told me the same thing. However, he hung on the wooden stake in pain all night and could not die. In the end, he bit his tongue and committed suicide before he was freed.

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"Did you do it!?" Tachibana Kiyo shouted in disbelief. This devil! He was the one who cut open Seto's stomach and hung him on a wooden stake for a day and a night.

"Tear off all his clothes!"

At this time, Liao Mingyu had no patience to talk nonsense with him. His arrogant look reminded Liao Mingyu of Li Erwa, whose lower body was blown to pieces.

The soldiers immediately obeyed the order and used their hands to clean Tachibana Kiyo.

Tachibana Kiyo was stripped down to only a white loincloth, which was the last symbol of their little devil, maintaining his remaining dignity.

Liao Mingyu didn't care about him and stepped on his back, pinning him to the ground unable to move.

"Baga! What on earth do you want to do?" Tachibana Kixiong tilted his head and looked at Liao Mingyu in horror, the feeling of uneasiness getting stronger and stronger.

Raising the ikebana sword high, Liao Mingyu's emotionless words rang in his ears:

"Remember, Tachibana Kiyo, dying in my hands will be your supreme honor!"

The sharp samurai sword struck hard at his waist!

"Weng!"

"Puff"

"……ah!!!"

Tachibana Qixiong's body was split into two in an instant, and blood splashed all over Liao Mingyu's face. The cut on his waist was neatly flattened, and the intestines and blood in his stomach flowed all over the floor. You can even see the inside through the cut on his upper body.

heart and lung organs.

Tachibana Kiyo still felt pain in his mind, but he felt a cold on his waist. He couldn't feel the existence of his lower body for a moment. He saw his body being split into two. This cruel scene scared him and screamed again and again.

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"Ah! Ah! You devil, kill me, kill me quickly!"

The heart-pounding pain was only now reaching his cranial nerves, and the dual torture of his body and mind drove him into madness.

Liao Mingyu looked coldly at Tachibana Qixiong, who was rolling on the ground with only his upper body left, without any pity in his heart.
Chapter completed!