"Report!"
"Come in."
"Sir, Shibu Taniguchi is here!"
"What?"
Rare Ben Daijun was startled for a moment, then he was overjoyed: "Please!"
"Your Mightiness."
Second Lieutenant Masui hesitated for a moment and then said: "Sir, I know that you have a good relationship with Shibu Taniguchi, but there are some things I still want to say.
I found out clearly that Shibu Taniguchi was sent to Cabanatua by the Commander to perform a mission, and he lost contact with him after that. But why did it suddenly appear now? "
"He came back from his mission."
Shanben Daijun replied smoothly.
But then, he also fell silent.
He's not a fool.
Outside, the American army has arrived. How did he show up?
There must be something wrong here.
He sat there and said nothing.
After a long time, he finally made a decision: "Bring him in."
"Hai!"
After a while, Shibu Taniguchi, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, appeared in front of Boon Daijun again.
"Taniguchi-kun."
"Lord Benn."
"Taniguchi-kun, are you back from Cabanatu?"
"Yes, back."
They greeted each other politely, but there was no intimacy as before.
"Go out first, close the door, and be alert."
Boson Daijun dismissed Second Lieutenant Masui, and then said: "Taniguchi-kun, although you are in the Army and I am in the Navy, we have always been very good friends, right?"
Seeing the other party nodding, he added: "There are Americans outside. How did you get through their defense zone?"
"They asked me to come."
Meng Shaoyuan didn't seem to want to hide anything.
"Did they ask you to come?" Boon Daijun's eyes narrowed together: "Tell me, what happened."
Meng Shaoyuan sighed deeply: "I was ordered to perform a mission in Cabanatu, but the US military raided there. Commander Yansen and I put up the most heroic resistance, but we still failed.
Yuki Iwamori ran away with his people, yes, he ran away, leaving me alone. Then, I was captured by the Americans. "
Boon Daijun completely believed what he said.
Otherwise, who would tell such a thing about being captured?
"Then what?" Shanben Daijun stared at him: "You fell into the hands of the Americans, but now you are here again. Did you betray the empire and were you successfully instigated by those Americans? "
"Yes, but what can I do!" Meng Shaoyuan's voice suddenly rose: "Now, I finally understand why Fujikura Seijiro said those words. I also witnessed the power of American artillery fire with my own eyes!
In the sky, on the ground, on the sea, their ammunition never seemed to run out. They can bomb any place without restraint until it is razed to the ground!
Mr. Rare Book, you have known for a long time that we have been abandoned, we have no reinforcements, and our weapons and ammunition will be used up sooner or later. What will we use to fight the Americans?
Since entering Manila, along the way, I have seen the almost devastating offensive of the US military. Manila cannot be defended! Now, the Americans are outside Pergolier, and they will launch a new offensive at any time! "
Shanben Daijun sneered: "But they were also defeated by me!"
"That's not a defeat, that's just a small setback they encountered temporarily!" Meng Shaoyuan was emotional, and even he admired his acting skills: "It's not even a setback. Two jeeps, against the Americans Words are nothing.
Their commander was preparing to call for artillery reinforcements. I told him that the imperial commander inside was a good friend of mine and I could persuade him. "
Rare Ben Daijun smiled. Suddenly, he pulled out his pistol and pointed it at Meng Shaoyuan: "So, after you were captured by the Americans, you surrendered to them. So, are you here to persuade them to surrender today?"
Meng Shaoyuan was not afraid at all.
He carefully captured that although Boon Daijun's pistol was pointed at him, the muzzle of the gun had moved slightly to the left.
This is a natural reaction.
This shows that he doesn't really want to kill himself!
The young master feels that his acting skills have reached their peak this time.
He violently tore open his clothes: "Fight, hit here! Now that I'm here, I have no intention of going back. Do you really think I'm afraid of death? No, I'm not afraid of death!"
The reason why I surrendered to the Americans is because I saw that the war was actually over. It was completely unnecessary to continue. No more people could bleed, especially a talented person like you. "
Boon Daijun was silent again.
He slowly put away his pistol: "I won't surrender, no. I won't kill you, because you will always be my friend."
It’s none of my business whether you surrender or not?
Meng Shaoyuan continued: "So, where are the prisoners?"
"Prisoners?" Suddenly, Boon Daijun's face showed murderous intent: "The Americans are going to attack here? OK, I admit that I may not be able to resist their attack, but before failure, I will kill all the prisoners and let them Bury with Americans!"
In essence, there is no difference between Boon Daijun and those brutal Japanese soldiers.
Meng Shaoyuan had known this for a long time, and he said calmly: "Master Shanben, you are a writer, no, you will definitely become a literary master. Killing people is not what a writer should do."
This is the title that Rare Book Daijun most yearns for.
Meng Shaoyuan sighed deeply: "Master Shanben, I have read your work and participated in the revision together. I am sure that it is a work that will be passed down through the ages. You will become a great literary master, and even , comparable to any top writer.
However, as long as you dare to kill any innocent person, all of this will be far away from you. "
"Why?" Shanben Daijun asked puzzledly.
"Because you are a writer, not an executioner!" Meng Shaoyuan said calmly: "If you really kill all the prisoners here today, your hands will be stained with blood. And you will never be able to hide this fact!
Throughout the ages, have you seen any successful writers like you? No matter how successful your work is, what everyone will remember is how you killed innocent people, how cold-blooded and cruel you were, and they will not have any interest in your work.
Yes, your work is epoch-making, but even so, it will eventually be swept into the trash heap of history. Mr. Rare Book, I respect your talent, and I don’t want to see a great work being obliterated! "
These words completely hit the soft spot of Boon Daijun!
He was obsessed with literary creation, and he even felt that he lived for literature.
What if your works really disappear because of your own massacre?
No!
no way!
Rare book Daijun didn't want this to happen at all. His works must be passed down!
