The Japanese are fond of martial arts, there is no doubt about this.
If you don’t understand the spirit of Bushido, you’re useless at martial arts.
"Yamaoka-kun is not good at swordsmanship, but my red belt in judo can do the job."
The belts from the first to fifth levels of Judo are black, the sixth to eighth levels are red and white, and the ninth to tenth levels are red belts. This is a bit interesting. It is higher than the black belt of the fifth level.
Three or four levels.
The guy in front of me is taller than the short Yamaoka Kojiro. He is about 1.73 meters tall, which is considered a big guy among the Japanese. Moreover, he is wearing a yellow woolen military uniform, so he is obviously an officer.
And he didn't mention anything like a bet with Zhang Sixing. After proudly speaking, he shouted and rushed towards Zhang Sixing.
Zhang Si Xing was not used to this kind of goods. He made a big leap forward and did not use any tricks. He just punched three times in a row at lightning speed.
"Judo...judo...judo..."
He said "judo" three times in a row and punched the opponent three times.
The first punch was a hand knife, gently slashing the opponent's Adam's apple, completely disintegrating the opponent's combat effectiveness.
Then the two punches were punched with all the strength, and each punch hit the aorta on the side of the opponent's neck hard. It was not a flat fist, but punched twice with the edge of the fist towards the opponent's blood vessel.
After the beating, Zhang Sixing raised a finger and shook it at the Japanese prisoners of war, and said with a bit of joking,
"If you are not good at judo, are there any who are dissatisfied?"
The so-called judo red belt lying on the ground, no matter how good his judo training is, or his hands are not fast enough, he will die in the duel field.
I saw a large bruise slowly appearing on the artery in the Japanese officer's neck, and it was swelling rapidly.
Needless to say, the aorta in his neck was broken by Zhang Sixing's two punches, and bleeding from the aorta usually requires a lunch box in three seconds.
"Fuck, this guy's hands are really fast. If you want to be faster than him..."
Xie Jinyuan's low sigh was so clear in the Sihang Warehouse where everyone was stunned, with their mouths half open and not daring to breathe.
Zhang Sixing chuckled at this,
"The only person who may punch faster than me is Hansen Raul. If this guy is a qualified cowboy, his first shot should hit the target in 0.295 seconds."
"Sir, I...although I'm not that fast, I'm still quite qualified as a cowboy. Also, can you teach me how to hit people?"
"you"
Zhang Sixing, who took the equipment from him, shook his head.
"You can't do it. You're too old and your bones are too long."
"Sir...Sir, I am only twenty-four years old, I am still very young..."
"Stop talking, you really can't do it. If you have a son in the future, leave it to me before he is five years old. I can make him very powerful. Also, your hair has grown, do you need my help?"
When it came to hair, Hansen Raul grinned and asked his superiors to shave his head. It would be foolish to believe it. And how could a person like him shave his head? He only knew how to cut other people's heads.
Zhanyan saw the old smoker Li Youtian, he nodded,
"Sir, that old tobacco battalion commander has a barber under him, I saw it."
Zhang Sixing, who was arranging his equipment, nodded and casually rejected his hope.
"I'm going to pick up the tank now. If you still have the same hair shape when I come back, I will do it myself. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir."
Hansen Raul, who knew he couldn't escape, was quite a bachelor and answered loudly while tapping his heels.
"Owner"
Listening to the sound of coughing and vomiting blood, Zhang Sixing frowned and turned his head.
Yamaoka Tetsujiro, who had just been knocked down by him and vomited blood, bent over and came to him. Although he was still coughing while talking, he still called "Master" with a low eyebrow.
What kind of master are you calling me? When a rough guy calls me "master", I always feel a bit cold on my back.
"Call my lord, you are not a girl, what kind of master are you calling me?"
"Yes sir"
What all the Chinese people didn't expect was that this guy Tetsujiro Yamaoka actually looked like he was screaming with pleasure, and they couldn't figure out why.
Why, in ancient Japan, only retainers were qualified to call themselves "boss" or "sama".
As a descendant of the Beichen Itto Ryu with a warrior tradition, if he can be called "sama", it means that he has been recognized.
"Ask your people to check for the corpses of the enemy outside. If you encounter any living ones..."
"Don't worry, sir, we haven't met anyone alive."
Enduring the pain, Yamaoka Tetsujiro bent down and responded respectfully.
These words made one of the prisoners cry out,
"Yamaoka, how could you betray the Japanese Empire?"
Regarding such a question, Tetsujiro Yamaoka seemed not to hear it and just kept bowing in front of Zhang Sixing.
"Go ahead and take care of your subordinates. From now on, if you dare to swing your sword at the Chinese, even just once, I will personally go to Japan and kill everyone in your family from top to bottom.
All naked as punishment for you."
"Yes, sir, please rest assured, Yamaoka Tetsujiro will not break his promise as a samurai."
After saying that, he came to the prisoners with the samurai sword in his hand and asked with a livid face,
"Who spoke just now."
The prisoners of war looked at the sword in his hand, and they all showed fear.
Although he didn't identify his companion, his eyes betrayed him.
Anyone who truly understands warrior culture understands that a warrior's commitment is more important than Qinshan. One's life can be taken, but one's promise cannot be broken.
In addition, samurai will only consider the enemies of their "lord" as enemies, regardless of whether they have done anything wrong.
This is better than some Chinese people. The Japanese who truly possess the samurai spirit respect their promises extremely and would rather commit seppuku than break their promises when faced with a dilemma.
Of course, samurai culture also has its shortcomings. For example, there is no basic principle of helping the weak and eliminating the strong like the Chinese knights. They obey the strong and have no sympathy for the weak, regardless of other feelings.
So, Japanese culture has learned a little bit from China, but it has all gone astray.
"Shua"
The samurai sword drew a small arc, the head fell off with a "gudong", and the body fell to the ground with a "plop".
After beheading his companion, Tetsujiro Yamaoka wiped his samurai sword on his uniform, and then looked at his fellow prisoners of war fiercely,
"Everyone has heard of the conditions before I competed with you. At that time, not objecting meant acceptance. Even if you are not a warrior, aren't you even a man?"
After speaking, he endured the pain in his chest, pointed at the person in front of him and shouted,
"Are you men? If you still have the self-respect of a samurai, don't break your promise. If you are a samurai without self-respect, then I will kill him now."
This time, whether the prisoners were officers or soldiers, they knew they had only two ways to go.
Or commit seppuku. I believe people here would be happy to see a Western view that they have never seen before. One of them is to follow Yamaoka Kojiro and call him "Sir."
As for the fight with Zhang Sixing, everyone shrank and shivered when they saw the judo master whose neck turned purple.
The red belts are no match for them, so if they go up there, it will be for nothing.
There is only one other way -
hara-kiri...
At this time, although the Japanese soldiers promoted Bushido culture, they were really forced to commit seppuku...