At around six o'clock in the morning, in a dilapidated hut, the Japanese Colonel Murakami was sitting in the house with a look of death.
With a katana in his hand, he was having an ideological struggle in his heart.
He didn't want to die, he really didn't want to die, but being immortal and becoming a prisoner would be even more ugly than death.
I remembered the way Major General Inoue was stripped naked in the middle of winter, with his third leg dangling for all the Jinling people to see.
Thinking about it is more uncomfortable than death, but it hurts so much when the knife is inserted into the flesh.
"You all get out!"
Colonel Murakami is ready to give it a try.
He unbuttoned his own buttons, then took them off, then took off the clothes underneath.
The hand that picked up the gauze was shaking.
A gust of cold wind blew by, giving Murakami a shiver.
"Damn late payment bastard, it's all your fault! If it weren't for you, how could I have ended up in this situation?"
Murakami greeted Nan Beichen's family, young and old.
After wrapping gauze around his abdomen, he looked at his whole body with fine skin and tender flesh.
Looking at the sharp samurai sword, I felt scared.
Trembling, he picked up the katana and stabbed his stomach, probably cutting through the skin. There was a trace of blood on the tip of the knife.
"It hurts"
Murakami held his wound and trembled.
This little wound is already very painful, so if the whole thing is inserted and then committed seppuku.
Thinking of this, Murakami decisively put on his clothes. Going to the exhibition is better than dying!
After the door was pushed open, Murakami covered his wounds and walked outside.
"We surrender!"
Murakami's words stunned the Japanese present.
Some Japanese soldiers chose to surrender together.
There are also those who are prepared to fight tooth and nail.
More than thirty people were divided into two groups and one group surrendered under the leadership of Colonel Murakami.
One group prepared their weapons and prepared for desperate resistance.
"Military seat, one of the enemy's colonels surrendered with his men!"
The soldiers hurriedly found the report from Nanbei Chenhui.
"Quickly, bring me here and let me see. It's really a rare thing for a Japanese commander to surrender!"
Nan Beichen rubbed his hands to see who the surrendered commander was.
Soon Murakami Ichiba was brought to Nan Beichen.
Nan Beichen looked at the disgraced Murakami Ichiba.
He buttoned the wrong button, what did this guy do?
"Take off his clothes"
Nan Beichen said, and the soldiers immediately stepped forward and prepared to take action.
And Colonel Murakami Ichiba also knew the fate of Inoue Zhongxia.
So I was prepared to be humiliated in all kinds of ways.
The gauze wrapped around Murakami Ichiba was still around his waist.
Pull off the gauze and look at the small wounds on it.
Nan Beichen took the barrel of the submachine gun and poked it.
"oops!"
Murakami grinned in pain.
"This late officer, I warn you, you'd better treat us prisoners of war in accordance with the Geneva Convention, otherwise, you will be condemned by the people of the world."
Murakami Ichiba took courage and spoke.
Snapped!
Nan Beichen slapped Murakami Ichiba in the face.
Murakami Ichiba looked at Nan Beichen in disbelief. He didn't know why he was chewing his tongue.
"We are the flower-growing family's national army! We are not your arrears!"
Nan Beichen slapped Murakami Ichiba in the face again.
"And we don't understand the Geneva you're talking about. Did you guys sign the Geneva Convention? How dare you ask me to be treated in accordance with the Geneva Convention?"
Nan Beichen grabbed Murakami Ichiba by the collar and threw him out like a dog, until he was thrown into disgrace.
"take away!"
Nan Beichen glanced at Murakami Ichiba who was lying on the ground and said.
Murakami Ichiba was taken away, looking worried about his fate.
After returning to Langxia Town, a brigade left behind by the Japs also surrendered under Murakami Iba's persuasion, and several hundred people surrendered.
The rest were shattered to pieces under gunfire.
"Let the little devils clean up all the corpses on the ground and burn them all. Let them see what happens if they invade and don't surrender!"
One night's fierce fighting directly caused the loss of a Japanese brigade.
More than 3,000 Japanese were killed and nearly 2,000 young Japanese prisoners were captured.
Among them was Colonel Murakami Ichiba, the acting brigade commander of this brigade.
"Send the news back to Jinling immediately and make Mr. Paddle happy."
Nan Beichen signaled to the correspondent.
The correspondent immediately reported the gains here to Jinling.
After learning about this, Mr. Paddle was very happy and immediately arranged people to prepare for a grand surrender ceremony to slap the little devil in the face.
Don’t you want to gain international face? Today I will beat your face to a pulp.
"Mr. Murakami, put on your clothes. Don't worry. I won't let you strip naked and run naked when you go to Jinling. You just need to take your saber and hand it to our leader, Mr. Paddle, and then think about your sins." After repenting, I will ensure your safety later, otherwise we can arrange the tiger bench, pouring pepper water, soldering iron, whipping, whatever you like!"
Nanbei Chenpi arranged Murakami Ichiba's clothes with a smile.
Hearing this, Murakami Ichiba shivered all over.
"Don't worry, General, I will definitely act according to your request, General!"
Murakami had already witnessed Nan Beichen's punishment method of using the tiger bench, pouring pepper water, soldering iron, and whipping on some of the unconvinced Japanese.
Each item can make Murakami's hair stand on end with shivers.
I shudder when I think of pouring chili pepper water into my eyes and down my nostrils.
Apply hot pepper water directly after using the soldering iron to disinfect.
The whip is soaked in salt water and then peeled off to reveal the flesh. The key is that there is still salt on it.
Now Murakami Ichiba no longer cares about anything, as long as he lives.
The other little devils also saw the fate of a dozen thorny heads.
killed? That's all a trivial matter!
Not only did Nan Beichen not kill those little devils, he directly sent military doctors to injure them, and then continued to treat them again after they were healed.
Thinking of the Japs he had seen here, they no longer had the courage to resist.
This is so cruel that even the Japanese are afraid.
One day later, these little devils began to move towards Jinling City.
When the Japanese knew that nearly two thousand little Japanese had surrendered, they went into a rage.
Later, five thousand plain-headed ordinary people pretending to be national soldiers were found in Shanghai to accept the surrender ceremony of the Japanese.
The Japs want to use magic to defeat magic.
However, the one on his side is a fake, and everyone is paying attention to the recent battles.
When did a fierce battle involving tens of thousands of people occur?
This means that there are no more than three hundred taels of silver here.
But he doesn't care, little devil. If you want to do some kind of surrender ceremony, then I definitely can't agree to it.
So both sides held a grand surrender ceremony, but one side was really beaming with joy.
On one side is a forced smile. Needless to say, one can imagine what the surrender ceremony will be like.
