Shigeto Chiaki was so cunning that he deduced from the knife's serious injury and the traces left on the battlefield that there were no bullets in the knife's gun. He was just intimidating himself.
However, the cautious Shigeto Chiaki is still waiting for an opportunity, and this opportunity is that the weak knife may not last long.
Dao Zi's pace was slow and difficult. It took him thirty seconds to walk a short distance of ten meters.
If this were an ordinary person, he would probably have walked a hundred meters. But the knife only traveled ten meters.
In Shigeto Chiaki's view, Knife's injuries were serious enough to threaten his life.
"Hey, hey, you stupid Chinese."
Shigeto Chiaki showed a cruel smile. He suddenly drew his gun and pointed it at the knife when he staggered and almost fell.
With a ferocious expression, Shigeto Chiaki said viciously: "Shina man, go to hell!"
Daozi pointed his gun at Shigeto Chiaki and said, "Then we will die together."
"Hum hum!"
Shigeto Chiaki sneered at first, and after a moment, he said in a contemptuous tone: "Baga, stupid Chinaman. If there were bullets in your gun, you would have shot it long ago, right? With your current physical condition , it’s impossible for you to still think about capturing a living prisoner. You can’t lie to me. Who do you think I am? I am Shigeto Chiaki.
Do you know how I got here all these years? I have always been surrounded by you Chinese people.
Some of them want to kill me, and some want to resist the Japanese Empire.
Some of them want to deceive me, and some of them want to get benefits from me.
If I didn't have extraordinary wisdom, how could I survive today?
So, I have seen through your little trick a long time ago, hahaha! "
"Little devil, what are you bragging about? Are you defeated at the hands of our group today?"
A knife can defeat people as much as the battle, although Shigeto Chiaki did see through the fact that there were no bullets in his gun. But he still didn't want the old devil in front of him to continue to be arrogant.
Shigeto Chiaki was stabbed in a painful spot, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his facial expression gradually became ferocious. Today's tragic defeat may become a lifelong pain for him. It's the biggest shame in his life.
"Baga! You're dead! You're dead!"
Shigeto Chiaki raised the muzzle of his gun and pointed it at the knife ten meters away.
Daozi used his last strength to puff up his chest. Even if he died, he couldn't let the little devil in front of him underestimate the Chinese men.
He glared, mentally prepared. What's more, it's really exciting to be with the group.
He does not regret his impulse to jump into the Suzhou River. Because this short period of time, less than a month, was so fulfilling, more fulfilling than the twenty years of his previous life.
That man kept roaring and fighting. In his eyes, his figure was as tall as a giant.
It was he who had been leading them to fight bravely against the invaders. And it was he who led them to victory again and again.
If there is an afterlife, he is still willing to follow Duanwu and be his soldier.
"Tuanzuo, my sword has taken the first step. I hope that in the next life! My sword! I can still be your soldier, and I can kill the Japanese with you!"
The knife roared angrily, and although his voice was hoarse, it echoed over the silent jungle for a long time.
"Bagaya road!"
Shigeto Chiaki roared angrily. He wanted to kill the man in front of him. He wanted to beat the man in front of him into a sieve with a pistol.
He hated the man in front of him because he still held his head proudly in front of the Imperial Japanese Army.
As a Chinese, shouldn't we all bow down to him? Shouldn't we just obey them?
Those flower girls threw themselves into their arms, and those Chinese people presented them with all kinds of gold and silver treasures with their hands with admiring smiles, and then said: Imperial Japanese Army, you have worked hard.
In Shigeto Chiaki's eyes, this is what the Chinese people should be like. But the man in front of him was as annoying as the crazy Dragon Boat Festival.
He wanted to kill such people and all the Chinese who dared to provoke the Japanese Imperial Army.
Shigeto Chiaki was ready to shoot. The index finger of his right hand gently pulled the trigger...
boom!
The gun rang out, and a 6.5 mm bullet hit Chiaki Shigeto's temple from a distance of 120 meters and flew out from his other temple.
Shigeto Chiaki's eyes were wide open, and he didn't even believe that he was dead. He obviously has the overall situation under control, but why has it become like this?
Who fired the shot? Why was there no warning at all? To kill a high-ranking general like him, wouldn't he have to make a series of opening remarks and then earnestly persuade him to surrender?
He will be imprisoned in a luxurious villa, and the walls will be covered with sponges in case he commits suicide. Afraid that he would not be accustomed to life in China, he hired a Michelin chef to cook for him personally. Afraid that he would suffer from depression due to defeat, a specialized psychiatrist was required to serve him.
He has to have his body checked at least twice a year, and the food he eats must be high-end custom-made. Even the drinking water you drink must go through 108 tests and must pass the test before you can drink it.
This is the treatment that a high-level prisoner of war like him deserves.
However, there is none of this, only a 6.5mm rifle bullet produced by their country.
At the same time, Danwu put away his gun and ran over quickly. While pointing the gun at Shigeto Chiaki, he kicked the gun away from Shigeto Chiaki's hand with his feet. After checking Shigeto Chiaki's body and confirming his death, he tore off the gold-handled sword from Shigeto Chiaki's waist.
There is no need for heads during the Dragon Boat Festival, but swords are a hot commodity in the army. And especially the knife.
Quickly run to the knife. Daozi sat on the ground and smiled sadly at Duanwu.
Duanwu came to Daozi and checked the injury of Daozi. There were two serious wounds from the knife. The first place is the bullet hole in the right chest that was penetrated by a 6.5mm bullet from the Jaap. The second place was a wound in the abdomen caused by a little Japanese bayonet.
Danwu didn't know how deep the wound was. But the wound kept bleeding.
Duanwu took off his coat and wanted to bandage the knife.
But the knife slightly raised his right hand and blocked it with his hand: "Tuanzuo, it's useless. This knife is very deep..."
"As long as you don't give up, you always have a chance. Do you understand? You can't give up on yourself, and you can't say no to yourself. You are my soldier, and I won't let you die. Even the King of Hell doesn't dare to accept you."
Duanwu ordered Daozi in a commanding tone not to give up on him. He wanted Daozi to believe that he still had hope of living.
And this is the will to live. He couldn't let Dao Zi lose his will to live, otherwise there would be only death waiting for Dao Zi.
When humans face death, the human brain will make its own decision to live or die.
Survival means there is still hope of living, but death is equivalent to activating the self-destruction program in the body.
Some scientists have proven that human beings will initiate this self-destruction program one second before death, and the cells of the human body will rapidly decline.
But in other words, no matter how serious a person's injury is, as long as his will to survive is there, he still has a high chance of surviving.
Of course, that depends on how serious the injury is. And if the knife was so seriously injured, an ordinary person would probably have died long ago.
But he has a reason why he can't die yet. And this reason is to assist Danzao and kill Shigeto Chiaki.
So even though he lost a lot of blood and had many internal organs damaged, he was still alive at this time.
But when Shigeto Chiaki was killed by Dano, he saw that Danzao was safe and sound, so he thought he could go there with peace of mind.
Therefore, Dragon Boat Festival cannot let Daozi lose this desire to survive.
He used his shirt to tighten the wound on the knife's lower abdomen, carried him on his back, and walked towards the way he came, holding the sword in his hand.
Don't run during the Dragon Boat Festival, because the vigorous exercise of running will accelerate the blood loss of the knife.
The knife was attached to Duanwu's back, and he said sleepily: "Tuanzuo, I'm a little tired, I want to take a nap."
Duanwu ordered: "Don't sleep, I still want to hear your stories! Didn't you tell me that you have many stories to tell me?"
"Yes, I always want to tell you my story, but you are always so busy, Tuanzuo,... so busy,..."
"I'm not busy now. You talk and I listen."
Dragon Boat Festival ordered the knife again. Daozi reluctantly opened his eyes and looked at the shaking and double-image scenery in front of him, but his thoughts had already returned to the past, to a time far, far away.
He was still very young at that time. He was just an orphan in the alley. He didn't know who his father was. After his mother died of overwork, he had to rely on himself to survive.
To live, you need to eat. At first, he begged on the streets, but the alleys were filled with poor people. If the poor don't have enough to eat themselves, how can they give it to them?
The gentlemen on the street would not give him alms. They even spat in his face and said, "Poor man, why don't you die?" Don't get my clothes dirty!
So if he couldn't get it and was too hungry, he had no choice but to steal. When he got older, he would rob and join the church.
It wasn't until he met his sister Rong that he could live a stable life for a few days.
But I didn't expect Japan to come again. They occupied Northeast China, occupied North China, and occupied Shanghai.
But even so, he never thought about taking up a gun to fight against the invaders. Because he is just a gangster in the alley.
He lives just for a bowl of rice. As long as he has something to eat when he wakes up every day, he is already satisfied.
Until one day, the Japanese invaded the concession. He saw the bodies of countless victims and countless refugees pouring into the concession.
There are many orphans on the roadside who have lost their parents. They are just like him back then.
His heart was touched, and he became angry towards the Japanese.
However, he was still just a little gangster who swore a few curse words while drunk. He still lives his life of drunkenness and dreams.
But just then, the man appeared, roaring on the other side of the Suzhou River. He shouted out the anger of every Chinese person.
At that time, Daozi could no longer suppress his inner passion, so he jumped into the Suzhou River and joined the Independent Regiment.
He had been following the man, watching him kill the enemy with blood like the God of War and Shura again and again.
He seemed to have found the true meaning of his life, and this meaning was to fight the enemy behind that man, to protect those orphans like him, to protect those families that had not been broken, and those children who had not yet become orphans.
He found the value of his life, even if it cost him his life, he would not hesitate.
Oh, and his brothers. One by one, they stood in the flames of war and smoke, smiling at him.
One by one, they are alive or dead. They were all appearing before his eyes.
Dao Zi showed a silly smile: "Brothers, I, I, I really want to join you in the blood bath, the blood bath,...ah,..."
