I vaguely felt something was wrong.
Because I saw that the architectural style of this temple is Japanese.
At that second, I couldn't control my legs and walked over.
When I arrived at the door, I followed the crack in the door and saw a reclining Buddha. When I went to look for the 'Horse Soul Monument' just now, I finally saw the words under the plaque clearly!
The 213th Relief Regiment, Donor: Mutsushi Sakaguchi.
There is actually a detailed description below, but I can’t tell the difference from the Japanese description.
I looked up and saw a monk walking towards us. The greenskin soldiers behind him rushed closer for fear that we were in danger.
"Excuse me……"
This monk looked a little different from the monks I had seen, but he started speaking in Japanese, and then he spoke fluent Burmese.
After he finished communicating with the green-skinned soldier, the green-skinned soldier said: "Sir, this monk said he is very sorry. The temple is under renovation and will not accept guests for the time being."
I pointed to the tablet with Japanese writing on it and asked, "Ask him, what is this?"
After the greenskin soldier asked, he turned back and explained to me: "This is a soul-calling monument erected by the people of R country. It was specially built for the 213th Regiment that died on the battlefield. The monk said that this unit was completely wiped out here by the Eastern Expeditionary Force. Only Mutsuki Sakaguchi escaped death and became one of the few survivors."
"When Mutsut Sakaguchi returned to Myanmar in his later years, he erected a monument here in the name of donating to a temple. In fact, it was to commemorate his comrades."
This kind of thing happens a lot in Myanmar. Myitkyina in northern Myanmar is only four or five hours away from us. There is a similar temple there.
So why does this thing exist in the form of a temple?
The reason is simple. No one in Myanmar dares to accept the request of people from country R to build a temple for fear of offending the Eastern Dragon. They could only settle for the next best thing and erect the monuments of these people here by building Japanese temples.
Moreover, travel agencies in various places will be notified that our tour guides will not be accepted, and our tourists will also refuse to visit.
The green soldier continued: "The monk said that in this place, the lives of 3,400 soldiers once withered like cherry blossoms. They died heroically, but the living should not forget them."
"Master, no, I can't stand it anymore!"
The old falcon couldn't stand it any longer. He stood there and opened his mouth. The beer he poured in was like opening a floodgate, spraying out at the names on the wall.
Oops, the smell at that time shot straight into the sky!
"idiot!"
The monk from country R immediately stared!
I was already suppressing my anger, but after hearing what the green-skinned soldier said, I was ready to take action. I grabbed the monk from country R by the collar, which made the old falcon eagle so disgusted that I couldn't stand it. He opened his mouth and said, Turn on the spray mode... and point it at the monk's face...
Ouch!
puff! ! !
I grabbed the monk from Country R and vomited. The lines of wine spit out at that time probably made him feel the push of the sports car on his back.
After I finished vomiting, I pushed the monk away and yelled: "I fucked your mother, you fucking did it to me!"
I turned my head again, my face was paralyzed and I was holding the Horse Soul Monument and vomiting again. One puff of my old smoker sprayed onto the reclining Buddha.
This vomiting was terrible. Footsteps sounded inside, and four or five monks came out together, standing there hiding their feet and shouting.
I was already vomiting so hard that I watched helplessly as the monks grabbed the vomiting smokers and tried to pull them away from the reclining Buddha. Then they took out the daggers from the waists of the green soldiers beside me. I didn't forget to turn around and shout: "Everyone in military uniforms, get out, we have nothing to do here today!"
The old harrier had just finished vomiting and was retching there. When he opened his eyes, he saw me walking over with a knife in hand. He didn't even think about it, and followed me with painted dragon steps...
I just pointed my knife at a monk fiercely. The old kite immediately approached and held the boy's hands along the monk's armpits. I struck the side with the knife and plunged it in - poof!
After stabbing him with the knife, the monk in Old Falcon's arms shivered in pain, and then he asked: "Sir, why is it?"
I said with a cold face: "The divine toilet of Country R!"
The next second, the old falcon eagle finally reacted, and put down the kid I was stabbing, clamped the opponent's head with one hand, and cracked his neck hard-Gah!
There was a crisp sound.
Immediately afterwards, Facial Paralysis wiped his mouth with his sleeve and rushed forward. As soon as Lao Yanqiang heard my words, he immediately began to toss in the hands of three monks. One of them pulled two of them down, and pressed the other with his body on the ground and kicked them.
When I went over with the knife, the fallen monk next to him was just about to get up when the old eagle picked up a brick from nowhere and directly photographed it.
The green-skinned soldier was completely dumbfounded. He really wanted to understand why these men, who stood at the center of Bangkang's power, would kill people in such a way when he was clearly holding a gun in his arms and hanging grenades on his body.
"Master, leave one for me!"
When my face was paralyzed and I was shouting out my prayers, I just stabbed the knife into the chest of a monk, and Lao Yanqiang viciously sat on the other monk, strangled the other monk's neck with both hands, and cut his whole body. His face turned purple.
Facial Paralysis saw the fleeing monk. He looked around and saw that there was no one around him. There was absolutely no way he would bring a gun when he came to see me, so he lowered his head and chased after me.
When he chased into the temple, he saw a golden figure in a suit bowing to a book in the hall. There, he also saw a plaster flag with the words "Must Win" and a "Yingguo Sword". I also saw the names and photos of Nagai Shojiro and Fukuyama Masamichi on the directory.
Turning his head, the faceless man grabbed the back of the monk's neck and shouted: "I'm happy to worship you, right?"
Grab his neck and smash it onto the table!
boom!
Blood splattered.
"I'll fucking let you worship me!"
boom!
Bones crack.
From then on, the sound of head banging never stopped until I rushed in with my hands covered in blood and my face was still banged there with paralysis.
At this moment, I walked towards the printed matter with written records. At this moment, I understood what this army was doing in Myanmar.
They were responsible for forcing prisoners of war and laborers to build the railway from Thailand to Myanmar. When our Chinese expeditionary force wiped out this unit, they had a booklet that said 40,000 prisoners and 300,000 laborers.
From this point of view, there are innocent souls buried under every sleeper on this railway. And these turtle bastards who have harmed the whole of Asia can have such honor and sorrow after death. Do they deserve it? Not only do many of these guys have their own photos, but they also clearly record the time of death. And many of our soldiers still don’t know their names. Why?
"Facial paralysis..."
"Okay!"
I pulled Mian Ping away from the blood-covered stone table, pointed at these things and said, "Burn them all, don't leave any of them behind, they're all fucking burned for me!"
They have no repentance at all, at least I can't see any repentance from this temple.
I only saw these bastards trying their best to commemorate and mourn for that tragic era.
I let you commemorate, I let you mourn!
I X your mother!
call!
When the raging fire started in the temple, a few of us just walked out of it. At that moment, the old eagle suddenly opened its mouth...
"Yangtze River ~ Great Wall!"
Yutou immediately sang along: "Huangshan~Yellow River!"
The next second, those of us who have lost our nationality said in unison: "It weighs a thousand pounds in my heart!!!"
You can search on your own about these things.
(End of chapter)
