Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2232: The last request of old devil Sato!

Sato stood there stupidly, but his thoughts had drifted back to the glorious past.

He clearly remembers the nervousness and excitement he felt when he first stepped onto the battlefield, and the feeling of blood rushing in his blood is still unforgettable to this day.

At that time, he was full of ambition and fought side by side with many like-minded colleagues. They experienced the highlights of life together, and those moments of victory seemed to be just yesterday.

Together they conquered the enemy's fortress, together they waved flags to celebrate the victory, and those laughter and cheers of victory still echo in his ears.

However, time is merciless and the years are passing by quickly. Those colleagues and classmates who once fought side by side with him have long since turned into a cup of yellow earth.

And now, it is finally his turn.

Thinking of this, Sato sighed, and before the guerrillas rushed to him, he suddenly pulled out the sword at his waist and stabbed it into his abdomen.

This is the highest symbol of honor for a samurai.

However, he regretted it as soon as he stabbed the sword into his abdomen.

Because this knife piercing is not only painful, but also not fatal.

Then he remembered that when his subordinates had performed caesarean section in front of him, he would find someone to help them one last time to end their pain.

But who will help him at this time?

He could only kneel on the ground and stir his wounds with his sword, hoping to end it all quickly.

However, it seemed as if God was against him. He stirred three times in a row, and not only did he not die, but he became more and more energetic.

He raised his head and looked at Duanwu who was walking in front of him, and said with difficulty: "Help me, and send me off for the last time?"

But Duanwu smiled and said in Japanese: "I heard that the samurai of the Great Japanese Empire considered seppuku the highest honor after being defeated. I didn't expect Mr. Sato to be such a person. I admire you very much."

At this point, Duanwu said to the guerrillas behind him: "Everyone come and see, this is the Japanese warriors committing seppuku, it is not something you can see casually. The Japanese have a lot to learn from. Of course, don't learn seppuku because it is very painful.

You see, Mr. Sato's expression is full of pain. Oh, how pitiful!"

"En!"

The soldiers nodded and continued to watch.

At this time, the old devil Sato was in so much pain that tears flowed down his face uncontrollably. He could only beg, "Please, help me. After we samurai commit seppuku, there will be someone to assist us. Please."

Duanwu sighed and said, "Who told us guerrillas to be so kind? Then I will help you!"

As he spoke, Duanwu slowly pulled out the pistol from his waist, and then slowly aimed it at the old devil Sato's head.

Old Sato closed his eyes and murmured, "Thank you!"

Then with a click, the gun in Duanwu's hand made a sound of empty chamber.

Duanwu said apologetically: "Sorry, we have no more bullets."

"Bagaya road!"

Old devil Sato cursed in his heart because he felt he was being fooled.

But he didn't dare to say it out loud at this moment, because he was in so much pain that he wanted to die. If the young man in front of him didn't help him, he felt that he would continue in this state for a whole day.

So he prayed again: "Please help me, I will be forever grateful."

A guerrilla said disdainfully: "Who wants your gratitude? You came to China and killed so many people, you simply deserve to die. Now you still want us to help you, don't daydream." Duanwu also nodded and said: "That's true, I also feel that there seems to be no need for me to help you? And if I help you, wouldn't I become a traitor?"

"Yes, yes, we don't want to be traitors."

The soldiers on the side also echoed.

The old devil Sato had a bitter look on his face, because what others said was true, he did come to China to burn, kill, loot and commit all kinds of atrocities, but now he was turning around and asking others for help. It would be strange if others would agree to help him.

But his abdomen was in so much pain that he didn't even dare to stir his wound.

He could only kneel on the ground and apologize: "I'm sorry, it's my fault. I hope you can put aside the past and help me. Please."

Duanwu smiled and squatted down, while loading bullets into the magazine of the pistol, he said quietly: "You have to be sincere when you apologize."

Sato quickly asked, "Then I kowtow to you?"

As he said this, old Sato endured the pain and prepared to kneel down and kowtow to Duanwu.

But Duanwu shook his head and said, "No, you have to give us some useful information, right?"

Sato suddenly raised his head and stared at Duanwu, his eyes seemed to say: "This is a betrayal of the Empire of Japan. I will not tell you any information."

But in the next second, the severe pain in his abdomen made old Sato surrender.

He took two sharp breaths and said, "Okay, okay, I can tell you, but you must keep your word."

Duanwu nodded: "That depends on whether your information is valuable."

The old devil Sato let out a long breath, looking very conflicted. After a moment, he said, "Kujo Miyakita is coming. He is a great nobleman and will bring a lot of reinforcements. Therefore, if the guerrillas stay in the Valley of Evil, they will die."

"Kujo Miyakita?"

Duanwu murmured for a moment, and then remembered the green-haired young man he met on the train.

At that time, he was in a hurry to escape and dropped his backpack on the car. Ma Ping'an picked it up and showed it to Duanwu. Duanwu asked Ma Ping'an to throw the backpack out of the car.

I remembered it all now. I didn't expect that the green-haired guy was coming.

Danwu smiled and said, "Mr. Sato, you did a good job. Sayonara!"

  boom!

Duanwu shot Sato in the head, but the old Japanese soldier actually shed tears of gratitude before he died.

However, at this moment, a soldier on the side said, "Leader Ye, isn't it too easy for the Japanese to die like this? We should just surround him and watch him die."

Duanwu glanced at him and said jokingly, "I didn't expect you to have such a bad taste. What's so good about an old devil's dying struggle? Why don't you go and clean up the battlefield?"

The young soldier was stunned for a moment, then he quickly saluted and said, "Yes!"

Then, the group picked up all the Japanese weapons and equipment under the cursing gaze of the Japanese reconnaissance plane.

The Japanese reconnaissance plane did want to crash down, but when they contacted the captain of the Army Aviation Flight Group, they were scolded by their superiors: "If you want to die, I won't stop you. But you must leave the Empire's plane to me."

Obviously, reconnaissance aircraft are not cheap, and the Army Aviation only has about twenty of them.

  On the contrary, at this time, the Japanese pilots actually wanted to use their planes to hit a few guerrillas? This deal is a loss even if you close your eyes! .

(End of this chapter)