Clay Hope, the white-headed old man, looked at the jungle in the distance with his eyes as if they had no focus. He sighed silently before shaking his head and saying:
"No need, there are so many wounded brothers here, I can't leave them alone.
I'm just waiting for the Japanese here.
You can withdraw first! "
The middle-aged man hesitated for a while, then as if he had made up his mind, he gritted his teeth and stepped forward and said:
"Sir, I will stay with you too."
The chaotic sounds behind him have become smaller and smaller, and most of the people in the camp have packed their food and fled in all directions.
The white-headed man did not turn his head. After hearing the middle-aged man's words, he was silent for a while and then said:
"No, you can't stay.
If you really don't trust me, you can wait two days and come back to the camp to have a look.
If you have a chance, help me collect the corpse!
Also, if you have the chance to escape, you must find a way to spread what happened here. "
Knowing that the white-headed man had already made up his mind to die and it was useless to dissuade him, the middle-aged man said no more.
But the possibility of escaping this island alive is really slim.
After all, this is a small island that is used to exile prisoners and no one cares about it.
The only chance may be to wait for the next time the prisoners are transported to the island.
But when that will happen, no one knows.
It is difficult to confirm whether he can survive until that time.
But at this time, the middle-aged man could only nod his head and accept the Pulsatilla's dying instructions.
"Okay, sir,
I will find a way to sneak back in two days, and I hope to see you again then! "
Both of them knew that this possibility was very low, but the middle-aged man still had a glimmer of extravagant hope in his heart.
The white-headed man waved his hand without raising his head, signaling the middle-aged man to leave.
The middle-aged man took one last look at the bleak back of the white-headed man, gritted his teeth and entered the camp, collecting some food casually.
When leaving the camp, I bowed deeply to the Pulsatilla before walking back into the dense jungle step by step.
.....................
When the first ray of sunlight in the sky crosses the sea level and shines on the Fernando de Noronha Islands.
The Japanese camp was already filled with densely packed people. Men, women, old and children were supporting each other. People who could almost stand normally were all standing in an open space.
The corpses on the ground last night have been cleaned up, and the blood remaining on the ground is still telling people about the tragedy of last night.
In the middle of the clearing stands a straight tree trunk, about ten meters long.
Mizuno Nobuyoshi and Kobayashi Hisaku were standing under the flagpole, and not far away opposite them were standing neatly, three hundred fully armed soldiers.
Behind the soldiers are the Japanese people on the island.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on Mizuno Xinyi, and he coughed twice and said:
“Subjects of the Empire of Japan, today is a moment destined to be remembered by history.
We, the residents of the Japanese Empire in Brazil, loyal subjects of His Majesty Tianhuang, are about to accomplish a feat.
In Brazil, thousands of miles away from the Japanese Empire, we offer a piece of territory in the Atlantic Ocean to the great Majesty Tianhuang.
This will make us all famous in history, and will also indicate that the Japanese Empire will become more powerful.
Let us cheer for His Majesty Tianhuang!
Half a year! "
"Half a year!"
"Half a year!"
After hearing Mizuno Nobui's shouting, the crowd below became excited. They raised their hands high and shouted in unison, "Half a year!"
After doing this three times, Mizuno Xinyi said to everyone again:
"Now, under the witness of everyone, we will raise the flag of the Empire of Japan,
Announce to the whole world that from today on, this island is an overseas territory of the Empire of Japan.
Please join me in singing Tianhuang. "
As soon as the words fell, everyone began to sing in unison, the Japanese national anthem "Kiminoyo".
Mizuno Nobuyoshi and Kobayashi Hisaku also sang this song while raising the national flag on the flagpole with solemn expressions.
As the plaster flag was raised, all the Japanese cheered in unison again like crazy.
"Half a year!"
"Half a year!"
The bright red on the plaster flag flying high on the flagpole formed a sharp contrast with the blood red on the ground that had not yet completely solidified.
As if to remind the world that wherever this flag is raised, there will be bloodshed.
The carnival of the crowd lasted for more than five minutes before gradually subsided.
After everyone slowly calmed down, Mizuno Xinyi tidied his clothes, stood under the plaster banner with a serious face, and said to the three hundred fully armed soldiers:
"Your Majesty Tianhuang's brave subjects, although we have completed the occupation of the island.
But there are still many rats on this island who are unwilling to obey His Majesty Tianhuang's leadership.
They are recharging their strength in the dark corners of the island, ready to attack us at any time.
We must sweep them all away immediately to prevent them from destroying His Majesty Tianhuang's sacred territory.
So now I command:
Everyone was heavily armed and all non-Japanese people on the island were cleared.
Let us dedicate a clean territory to His Majesty Tianhuang.
Set off! "
After saying that, he waved his hand.
He was supposed to have a very imposing image, but paired with his short and fat figure, he looked indescribably funny.
The heavily armed Japanese took the lead and walked out of the camp neatly, followed by the old, weak, women and children holding various wooden sticks and spears.
It turned out that Mizuno Shingi took everyone with him to hunt down the prisoners who had been defeated by them.
The vast crowd marched along the narrow paths on the island towards the prisoners' camp.
The first destination was the base camp of the bearded Falk Pinto, but because the bearded man had died on the way to charge last night, the people who returned to the camp knew that they could not stay in the camp.
Your supplies have been cleared out of the camp, leaving only some seriously injured people who cannot move.
Mizuno Shingi could not even treat his own wounded, and of course it was impossible to treat these prisoners.
At the same time, he had no food to waste on these wounded people.
Therefore, he ordered the soldiers around him without hesitation:
"Kill them with bayonets."
"Hai!"
The Japanese carried rifles with bayonets and stabbed all the wounded to death one by one. In an instant, panicked pleas for mercy and screams could be heard throughout the camp.
The heavily armed soldiers kicked open the dilapidated shacks and rummaged through all the places where people could hide.
If anyone is found alive, he will be stabbed hard with a bayonet.
The old, weak, women and children without weapons rushed into the camp behind the soldiers and packed away everything they saw and thought was valuable.
Finally, a fire burned the entire camp to ashes.
It has to be said that the Japanese have unparalleled talent for the Sanguang policy.
The places they walked through were completely killed, robbed, and burned, leaving no trace behind.
Big Beard's camp is not small. After all, there were about 700 people living here.
It took a whole morning to clean the camp.
Both Mizuno Shingi and Kobayashi Hisaku knew very well that many survivors fled into the dense forest.
In order to cut off their livelihood, they had already ordered all materials in the camp to be moved away, and everything that could not be moved was burned.
Absolutely nothing of value should be left to the survivors.
Even if they cannot be found in the jungle, they will starve to death in the jungle.
After clearing the camp, everyone headed towards the Pulsatilla's camp.
This island is not big, and everyone knows exactly where the respective camps of the several forces on the island are.
Therefore, everyone quickly surrounded Pulsatilla's camp.
From a distance, Mizuno Xinyi saw the white-headed man standing outside the camp. The soldiers around him wanted to shoot him directly, but Mizuno Xinyi stopped him.
The white-headed man standing outside the camp had long seen the billowing smoke coming from the bearded camp, and he didn't understand that the other party was preparing to completely eradicate it this time.
Looking at Mizuno Nobui who was slowly approaching him, White-headed Clay Hope had no expression on his face.
"Mr. Pulsatilla, I didn't expect you to greet me at the camp gate."
Mizuno Xinyi seemed to be in a good mood and came to the Pulsatilla arrogantly.
"No, you are wrong!
I stand here just to tell you that this is my camp.
You are not welcome, please leave! "
Clay Hope's face was calm, and he looked coldly at the proud little Japanese in front of him.
Mizuno Xinyi was not angry when he heard what he said, he laughed and said:
"Mr. Pulsatilla, are you old?
From now on, the entire island is ours, and I can go wherever I want.
It's your turn to point fingers. "
After saying that, he stretched his head and glanced at the messy camp behind Pulsatilla.
He chuckled disdainfully and said:
"Tsk! Tsk! Are you going to stop me on your own, Mr. Pulsatilla?"
At this time, the white-headed man also understood that he had no ability to resist at all.
He didn't say anything, he just stood straight in front of Mizuno Xinyi, blocking his way.
Mizuno Xinyi glanced at him, unwilling to talk nonsense with him, and waved behind him.
Soldiers with weapons rushed forward.
A soldier was about to stab the troublesome old man to death with a bayonet, but Mizuno Nobuhiro stopped him and said:
"Don't be so rude to Mr. Pulsatilla. You go into the camp and check carefully to see how many people there are.
We want Mr. Pulsatilla to see for himself how I got into his camp. "
Upon hearing this, the soldier could only turn his rifle around, and hit Clay Hope directly in the face with the butt of the rifle.
He was directly beaten to a bloody head, but Clay Hope did not give in. He knew that he had no place to retreat.
But the Japanese obviously would not be stopped by an old man like him, so they hit him in the stomach with the butt of a rifle again, causing him to fall to the ground like a shrimp.
Seeing the Japanese stepping over his body and rushing towards the camp.
The white-headed man shouted loudly:
"We surrender!......We surrender! I don't know if we can be let go.
These are all wounded and will not pose a threat to you.
Please.........We surrender! "
The soldiers ignored Pulsatilla's call, stepped over him, and rushed into the camp.
Mizuno Xinyi squatted next to Pulsatilla and said:
"Mr. Pulsatilla, don't say I won't give you a chance.
If you could get everyone who fled into the jungle to come out and surrender to me.
I might consider letting you go. how? "
Clay Hope, the white-headed old man, endured the pain and gasped:
“Everyone had already dispersed, and I couldn’t find them at all.
There are wounded here, please, let them go. "
Mizuno Xinyi's eyes were cold and he said in a cold tone:
"Mr. Pulsatilla, then don't blame me.
I don't accept your surrender! "
Then, Pulsatilla heard screams and curses coming from the camp.
This made the white-headed man's eyes tear open. He gritted his teeth and used all his strength to pounce on Mizuno Nobuhiro.
But before he could pounce on him, Kobayashi Jiusaku on the side had already raised his hand and shot away his Tianling Cap.
Mizuno Xinyi spat disdainfully, got up and walked towards the camp.
Next, the Japanese copied what they had done at the previous camp.
I don’t know if God can’t stand the evil deeds of the Japanese, but the sky was still clear in the morning.
The wind began to blow strongly in the afternoon, accompanied by heavy rain.
All the Japanese were soaked in soup.
