The movement inside the house attracted the attention of the Japanese captain waiting outside.
However, when the Japanese captain broke in through the door, he saw a scene that made his eyes split.
The superior soldier who had just looked frightened and cowered in front of him actually held the colonel with blood on his face in his hand, and the sharp command knife that should have belonged to the colonel was placed across the colonel's fragile neck.
Although the blood on Colonel's face was already gushing out, making it difficult to recognize him, the short and slender figure was a presence that the Japanese captain would never mistake.
Otherwise, who can carry a living person weighing more than 100 kilograms in front of him like a stick of firewood? Only the Colonel, who weighs 100 kilograms, would give this superior soldier such a chance!
"Baga! Bastard, what do you want to do? Put your Majesty Colonel down quickly." The captain was shocked and angry, but he obviously hadn't fully reacted yet.
He instinctively thought that out of anger, the colonel ordered the superior soldier to commit suicide and apologize, while the frightened superior soldier simply killed the enemy and killed the master.
This phenomenon is by no means uncommon in the Japanese Army. There was an extreme case in Kyoto where a recruit who was bullied by veterans to the point of collapse used a machine gun to kill all the veterans who bullied him, from the squad leader to the sergeant.
"Your Excellency Colonel, look at your subordinates, they are all so stupid. Do you think you are unjust for being in this situation?" Tang Dao smiled, turned up his wrist, and clapped his hands with the narrow back of the command sword rather frivolously.
The Japanese colonel's face was already swollen.
The original red color on Hashimoto Kingoro's face became a little darker, and he closed his eyes in pain.
He was not suffering from the slow reaction of his squadron leader, but the feeling of being carried in someone's hand like a cabbage and being slapped in the face with the back of a knife. Really, he didn't want to live even if he could survive.
What a shame!
"Chinese?" The Japanese captain exclaimed the same as his superior before, and then quickly drew his Southern Type 14 pistol and aimed it at Tang Dao.
"Mr. Captain, I advise you not to do such a stupid thing!" Tang Dao did not panic at all, and the blade pressed against the neck of the Japanese colonel again.
"There are only three of you here, me and the Colonel. You also know the power of the Southern Type 14 pistol in your hand. I may not die if I get shot, but your commander will definitely die. And, more importantly, is that
, everyone knows that you let me in, but I killed your front-line commander of the Sixth Division, and now you are killing people and silencing them? Who ordered it? Let me guess, yes
Which infantry battalion captain is qualified to be promoted to captain of the colonel?"
"Baga! You're talking nonsense!" The Japanese captain almost got mad at Tang Dao's nonsense, but he didn't dare to exert any force on the trigger on his finger.
He knew that ninety-nine percent of what the superior soldier disguised as a Chinese man said was nonsense, but one thing was true.
That sharp command knife was able to wipe the colonel's neck before he shot and killed the Chinese completely.
The cut aorta can drain 60% of the blood in the body within two minutes. Not to mention this is a battlefield, even in a field hospital, no one can stop the colonel from rushing to see Amaterasu.
"What I'm saying is just what the Japanese military police who were responsible for examining you after the death of His Excellency Colonel thought." Tang Dao's expression remained unchanged. "Perhaps, in normal times, at most you would be accused of being incompetent to protect the commander. At worst,
Dismissal from the military and going home to farm. But now, that is no longer possible. The military police of your division need a scapegoat."
The posture of the Japanese army captain remained unchanged, but his eyes were fixed on Tang Dao. He seemed to be unmoved by the nonsense Tang Dao said to himself, but in fact, Tang Dao could still read a huge question mark in it.
All I have to say is, "What a shameless post!"
Human beings are so damn curious, even in such a severe situation.
"Because your division commander is dead!" Tang Dao's next words were shocking.
"Baga! You're talking nonsense! How could the division commander die?" the Japanese army captain trembled in fright.
"There are those who are immortal in war, let alone lieutenant generals, even generals and marshals. Since they choose to come to the battlefield, they must have the consciousness to die in battle. What's more, your army generals died on our Chinese soil. Is it possible?
No?" Tang Dao curled his lips slightly with a hint of ridicule.
The army captain was unable to refute.
Because, the Japanese army did have an unlucky general-level guy who died in China. Although he did not die on a frontal battlefield, he was assassinated at a celebration banquet because of his joy and sorrow.
That was during the "December 28th Incident" that also broke out in Songhu in 1932. Army General Shirakawa Yoshinori, who was appointed by the emperor to lead an army of 50,000 to attack Songhu, almost ended in a draw but still gained the upper hand in the negotiations.
It was cheap and I felt good about myself. I held a celebration party in Hongkou Park. Unfortunately, I was killed by a bomb thrown by an assassin. The Japanese Army was completely disgraced.
What's even more irritating is that the grandsons of the Navy use this to mock the Army when they have nothing to do. Your grandsons in the Army are dead generals, oh yeah!
MMP! Your navy will die sooner or later. The aggrieved Japanese Army can only hope silently in its heart.
Of course, the Army's wish came true.
In the next few years, one general from each of Japan's navy and army will die in China. One navy soldier was broken into eight pieces by a plane crash during an inspection, and another army soldier was lying on the ground without two legs.
I had to fly in the sky, but the Chinese army's anti-aircraft artillery fired up the sky with fireworks and even my body was not found.
The Japanese navy and army, which have always been in constant disputes, actually have to compete in this regard, which really makes the old emperor scratch his head.
"You may not believe what I said, but have your brigade headquarters sent fewer orders since night, and don't even use Hisao Tani's name to motivate you? Because they have no time to deal with you, how can you catch the murderer and report it to your superiors?
Communication is their top priority." Tang Dao continued.
"Don't shrink your pupils. If you shrink hard, they will cramp. I was the one who killed the leader of your division. If you had caught or killed me three minutes ago, you would have been the hero of the Sixth Division, but now!
After you let me in and kill your Colonel-General Captain, you will be their most ideal person to interact with if I die. As for the truth, do you think anyone will care?"
The Japanese Army Captain's eyes became a little wandering.
He clearly knew that this was a terrible opponent messing with his mind, but what he said could very well become a fact, if the division commander was really killed by him.
Once he shoots this person, and this person wipes the colonel's neck with just a move of his hand, then the military police will definitely regard him as the number one suspect in the future. It would be strange for the brigade headquarters to be in a state of distress and find a treasure.
The Japanese captain who had thought through all this felt bitter. Who had he offended? To have provoked such a big disaster was even more terrifying than dying on the battlefield. The whole family would probably suffer for this.
Get involved!
"Nonsense, you are talking nonsense! Ishibashi-kun, shoot and kill him!" Hashimoto Kingoro, who was holding Tang Dao in his hand, suddenly struggled and roared.
He could only struggle in vain, because no one except Tang Dao and himself knew what kind of nightmare the Japanese commander had suffered in those few seconds.
His arms and legs were all broken by Tang Dao's fists and feet. It was not until just now that he realized that that person was not trying to kill him, but was just trying to control him.
Prevent the hostage from showing his teeth and causing him trouble.
Hashimoto Kingoro didn't know what Tang Dao wanted to do by bewitching the squadron leader of his escort squadron, but he instinctively felt that there must be a conspiracy.
Anyway, he can't live anymore, at least he can't let this terrible Chinese get out alive. Hashimoto Kingoro, who can overcome the fear of death and human nature, has a somewhat heroic temperament at this moment.
"How can you talk so much when you are just a shield!" Tang Dao didn't care about the slightly trembling muzzle of the gun in front of him. He turned the blade upward and exerted a slight force, directly carving out a piece of flesh on his chin, which was already only skin and flesh. "No more."
If you say that, believe it or not, I will cut off your little bitch and send it to your Japanese island for exhibition? Let the whole Japan know how unfortunate your lady is?"
Poison, too poisonous!
It's not that Tang Dao was too venomous, but that his move really hit the weak point of the Japanese commander. That was a thin Japanese commander who should not express pain to others, let alone an exhibition, even if he was seen by this squadron leader,
Your Excellency Colonel will also feel that even if you die, there will be no place for your face.
Will the humiliated lady look at someone else's in anger? See the difference in size?
When it comes to caring about face, Easterners are all the same.
As for whether the Tang Dao can actually be made, it’s up to you!
This chapter has been completed!