Nishino Yoshi finally met Natsume Seiichiro.
Deep down in his heart, he extremely despised this commander.
He shouldered the empire's high hopes, but he did not persist until the last moment.
Moreover, during the chat with the Americans, he also learned that Natsume Seiichiro actually surrendered!
Unforgivable!
This is simply a disgrace to the empire!
If it wasn't for the purpose of finding out the whereabouts of the explosives, he wouldn't want to see this guy at all!
He suppressed his nausea and appeared in front of Natsume Seiichiro.
"Oh, he's Japanese too." Natsume Seiichiro was also a little curious about Nishino Yoshi.
How come a Japanese brought me dinner?
"Yes, Your Excellency." Nishino Yoshi said respectfully: "I am a Japanese overseas Chinese, and I used to work for Nishino Club."
"Oh, you are that Nishino Yoshi."
Although Natsume Seiichiro does not know the identity of Nishino Yoshi, he has heard about what happened to Nishino Club.
"Yes, Your Excellency." Nishino Yoshi put the dinner in front of Natsume Seiichiro: "Please have a meal."
"I still miss our rice balls."
Natsume Seiichiro sighed softly.
Nishino Yoshi turned his head and looked around, finding that no one was paying attention to him, and then whispered: "Your Excellency, I have something to ask you."
There is still great danger.
If Natsume Seiichiro had completely lost his courage and betrayed himself, then he would really be doomed.
But in order to avenge his family, he is willing to take this risk.
Besides, even if he dies, Yanagisawa Ako and Hazuki still have hope of completing the mission.
Natsume Seiichiro said calmly: "What's the matter? Tell me."
"There are explosives here, did you know?"
Nishino Yao did not dare to waste time and directly asked his purpose.
Natsume Seiichiro glanced at him: "What do you do?"
"I'm from the Sakura Club."
"Sakura Club?" Natsume Seiichiro smiled: "We've already left, why are you still here?"
"Your Excellency, although I am not a soldier, I am Japanese." Nishino Yoshi said solemnly: "For the empire and for His Majesty the Emperor, I am willing to give everything I have!
Sir, I know you failed, but that is not the result you want to see. We can still fight and we can still destroy the Americans here. Please help me, sir! "
Now, it's time for Natsume Seiichiro to make a choice.
Once Nishino Yoshi finds the explosives, the Japanese prisoners of war here, including himself, will die here.
So what is the point of surrender?
However, unexpectedly, Natsume Seiichiro asked: "Do you really want to do this?"
"Yes, Your Excellency, I think so." Nishino Yoshi said decisively, "I am ready to sacrifice!"
"On the third floor, go up to the fifth room and go in. There is a hollow space behind the cabinet. The things you want are there."
Natsume Seiichiro actually knew where the explosives were stored: "Now, you are satisfied."
Nishino Yoshi bowed deeply: "Thank you, Your Excellency!"
Natsume Seiichiro sighed: "The war should have ended long ago. Nishino-kun, you will not succeed. Listen to my advice and give up."
"Never give up." Nishino Yoshi didn't even hesitate for a second: "I will fight to the last moment for the Empire and His Majesty the Emperor!"
…
The Japanese troops who had regrouped seemed to be going crazy and rushed forward again.
But what they faced was the reaping field of death.
There was no chance of them succeeding, and Meng Shaoyuan, who was watching the game from the side, was very sure of this.
"Major, telegram."
Lieutenant William came over: "We have completely breached the Quezon Bridge."
"Really?" Meng Shaoyuan was not surprised at all: "That means that the battle at Pasig River has come to an end, and the defeated troops will appear soon."
"Yes, Major." Lieutenant William became excited: "My idea is that when F Company deals with the enemy in front of it, the Ranger Battalion will deploy half of its strength to stop the rout, and the other half will be used as a mobile force."
In terms of military literacy, Meng Shaoyuan was not as good as his opponent.
Therefore, Meng Shaoyuan, who knew his own shortcomings, basically did not interfere with their use of troops: "Do what you want."
In this way, let the other party look at you as if looking at the God of War.
One afternoon's war was extremely cruel.
Of course, this is for the Japanese army.
After another Japanese attack was repelled, the American troops began to enjoy their dinner.
Yes, enjoy.
"It's a pity that there is no ice cream." Lieutenant William suddenly sighed: "Those bastards in the logistics don't know how to think of a way."
On the battlefield, the most popular thing among American soldiers is "milk ice cream."
The U.S. military consumed 7,000 tons of ice cream ingredients in one year.
However, this summer-relieving dessert is so popular that the supply is always in short supply, and no amount of food is available. To this end, the logistics department has formulated two special regulations:
Wounded soldiers can enjoy unlimited amounts.
Secondly, when searching for and rescuing a downed pilot, if the pilot can be found in time, the search and rescue team members will be exchanged for ice cream of the same weight based on the weight of the pilot.
If you are a special pilot, such as a captain or an ace pilot, the reward will be doubled.
Stimulated by this regulation, the pilot rescue rate reached 65% in a short period of time, which doubled.
"Come on, there will be ice cream."
When he thought of ice cream, Meng Shaoyuan couldn't help but swallowed quietly. The compressed biscuits coated with jam in his hand felt tasteless. He had to take out the chocolate, broke off a piece, put it in his mouth, chewed it, and fingered it. Point to the opposite side:
"You should think about what those Japanese monkeys across the way are eating, and you will feel happy."
Lieutenant William picked up the binoculars.
Yes, those Japanese monkeys are eating too.
What I ate was rice balls.
Even the miso soup is gone.
The rice balls eaten by the Japanese soldiers not only had no calories, but the quantity could not be guaranteed at all.
In Manila, the Japanese soldiers could only eat one meal a day, one rice ball per meal.
Moreover, they are all smaller versions of rice balls.
"You have to know that now they are not even guaranteed one rice ball a day."
Meng Shaoyuan ate another piece of chocolate: "We can bet that if a can of luncheon meat that they use for shoe polishing is thrown out now, they will snatch it back at any cost."
"If you throw away the can, why should I use it to clean my shoes?"
Lieutenant William's answer made Meng Shaoyuan laugh.
Then this boring guy actually opened a can of luncheon meat and threw it out.
Within a moment, two Japanese soldiers were seen approaching quietly.
"Don't shoot."
Meng Shaoyuan stopped an American soldier: "Let them take it away. Killing two enemies with one can is nothing. But when the can gets to the Japanese army, I think we will have a good show!"
