Everything that happened before them was seen by the Allied prisoners of war. What happened today was beyond their imagination.
First, the Japanese held a party, and then the newly arrived Japanese overthrew all the Japanese troops in the original garrison. Then the leaders of the prisoner of war camp, General Qi Xueqi and Colonel Royce Hutton, led hundreds of prisoners armed with weapons to cooperate with the new arrivals.
The Japanese disarmed and tied up all the Japanese in the garrison.
It may sound like a mess, but at the end of the day there is only one thing, they are rescued, they are free!
Before the joy of regaining freedom had passed, they saw another scene that shocked them.
Royce couldn't help but asked Qi Xueqi on the side: "Do the Japanese particularly like to kill prisoners? They treated us like this before, and they still treat us like this now, and they are still killing their own people?"
"Maybe this is human nature." Qi Xueqi didn't know how to answer, so he could only respond with a vague statement.
Accompanied by several screams, more than a dozen Japanese soldiers who had been shouting curses just now fell into a pool of blood.
The National Guard soldiers who had just thrust their bayonets into their chests walked expressionlessly to the Japanese soldiers who fell on the ground, checked them briefly and then thrust their bayonets into the wounded who were still alive.
They were expressionless and ruthless, as easy as killing a chicken.
After doing all this, the soldiers of the National Defense Army returned to their original positions, looking at their former compatriots and comrades-in-arms with their cold eyes.
"You...you..."
Kuribayashi Hashiryu was almost angered to death by the scene in front of him. He pointed at Ihara Heihachi and shouted tremblingly: "How dare you... You are all compatriots of the Yamato nation!"
"Is it."
Facing the anger of Kuribayashi Hashiryu, Ihara Heihachi just said coldly: "What are our compatriots and not our compatriots? I only know that if we people fall into your hands, our fate will be ten times worse than theirs."
Li Linqiaolong remained silent. In human thinking, the betrayal of compatriots is far more hated than the slaughter of enemies.
The fact is indeed as Ihara Heihachi said, if the members of the National Defense Army fall into the hands of the Japanese government, it is really a luxury to hope to die.
"Okay, let me ask again... is there anyone who wants to join us? Those who want to join can stand in the middle!"
This time no one yelled, but still no one dared to stand up. After all, betrayal also requires courage.
A smile appeared on Ihara Heihachi's lips, "Is there no one? Then I have to..."
"Wait a minute...wait a minute...I...I'll join you..."
At this moment, a timid voice sounded from among the prisoners in the garrison.
As soon as Ihara Heihachi waved his hand, two National Defense Army soldiers immediately broke into the crowd and quickly dragged out a prisoner.
Ihara Heihachi walked up to the prisoner and looked him over.
This young prisoner, who is only eighteen or nineteen years old, wears the rank of private, which means he is a rookie who has been in the army for less than a year.
"You...want to join us?" Ihara Heihachi asked coldly.
"Yes... I can join you, as long as you don't kill me!" the private replied with a cry, obviously the massacre just now frightened him.
"What's your name? Who are you from?"
"My name is Sakamoto Goro. I come from... from Hokkaido." Sakamoto Goro said tremblingly.
"Yoshi, untie him."
Ihara Heihachi nodded and winked at the soldiers next to him. A soldier from the National Defense Army walked up to Goro Sakamoto and loosened the rope on him.
Ihara Heihachi reached out and took a Type 38 rifle from a soldier of the National Defense Army. He pulled the bolt several times and unloaded the bullet in the chamber until there was only one bullet left. Then he handed the rifle to Goro Sakamoto.
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"Here...take it...kill one person first."
Goro Sakamoto slowly took the rifle and said in a trembling voice: "Sir... you... who do you want me to kill?"
"Anyone can."
Ihara Heihachi grinned, his eyes passing over the prisoners, as if he were sizing up a pig waiting to be slaughtered, "There is a tradition in China, called a name certificate. In ancient times, if a newcomer wanted to join the bandits, he had to be killed.
A civilian or official can prove himself.
I think it’s very reasonable. Since I can’t tell whether you are sincerely joining us, then go ahead and kill someone to prove your loyalty.”
At this time, Ihara Heihachi's smile looked like a devil to Goro Sakamoto, and the man holding the rifle began to tremble.
Ihara Heihachi put his mouth to Sakamoto Goro's ear and whispered: "Kill...as long as you kill one person, you can join us. Then you will be one of our own. You will be killed sooner or later anyway, don't you think so?"
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"God, I bet this guy must have been a devil who escaped from hell in his previous life!" Almost everyone on the side was stunned, and Royce couldn't help but marvel.
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Yangon City
It is the core of the current struggle between China and Japan. Both the Japanese army and the expeditionary force understand that it is the key to this battle.
If the Chinese side can break through the Japanese blockade and enter Sunshine to join the newly formed 200 Division, the Japanese plan will immediately go bankrupt.
On the contrary, if the Japanese can annihilate the newly formed 200 Division before the expeditionary force, then everything done by the expeditionary force during this period will be in vain.
After several days of fierce fighting, most of the buildings in the ancient city had been bombed into a pile of rubble, and corpses buried under the earthen ramparts and parapets could be seen everywhere.
Wearing a steel helmet, Song Changgui hid behind a pile of ruins, half of his head flashing out to look for traces of the enemy.
"Bah, whoosh..."
Unexpectedly, as soon as he showed his head, there was a gunshot and a bullet flew past his shoulder. Song Changgui was so frightened that his whole body shivered.
He turned around and asked the people behind him, "Did any of you see where this gun was fired from?"
"I didn't see it clearly, I could only roughly see that it was coming from the three o'clock direction!" Gu Wenyi, who was lying in a pile of rubble behind him, replied in a low voice.
"Grass!"
Song Changgui cursed lowly. He only knew the approximate position of what use. He couldn't call for artillery fire coverage. Besides, artillery shells were so expensive nowadays that no one had the right to order artillery fire coverage without the personal approval of the deputy division commander.
After thinking for a while, Song Changgui ordered: "We can't stay here any longer. Leave here immediately and follow me around to the right."
"Head...the regiment just issued a notice this morning. Anyone who abandons his position without authorization will be beheaded!"
"Shit...what does it mean to abandon one's position without permission? I was just making a bait for the little devil to eat, do you understand?"
Song Changgui cursed, bent down and ran towards the right. Gu Wen and others saw it and followed him...