Chiaki Shigeto was so cunning that he deduced from the serious injury of the knife and the traces left on the battlefield that there were no bullets in the knife and gun. He was just intimidating himself.
However, the cautious Shigeto Chiaki is still waiting for an opportunity, and this opportunity is that the weak sword 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 it were an ordinary person, he would probably have walked a hundred meters. But the knife only walked ten meters.
In Shigeto Chiaki's opinion, the injuries on Knife's body were serious enough to threaten his life.
"Hey, hey, you stupid Chinaman."
Shigeto Chiaki showed a cruel smile. The moment the knife staggered and almost fell, he suddenly drew his gun and pointed it at the knife.
With a ferocious expression, Shigeto Chiaki said viciously: "Shina people, 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 with 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 Chiaki Shigeto.
Do you know how I came 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’ve 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't lose even if it's a battle. Although Chiaki Shigeto saw through the fact that there were no bullets in his gun, 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, and the corners of his mouth twitched, and his facial expression gradually became ferocious. Today's tragic defeat may become his lifelong pain. It is the greatest 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 man.
He glared angrily and was mentally prepared. What's more, it was really exciting to be with the group.
He did 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 had been leading 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 sieves with a pistol.
He hated the man in front of him because he still held his head high and proud in front of the Imperial Japanese Army.
As a Chinese, shouldn't we all bow down to him? Shouldn't we be obedient to them?
The flower girls threw themselves into their arms, and the Chinese people presented them with all kinds of gold and silver treasures with admiring smiles, and then said: Imperial Japanese Army, thank you for your hard work.
In Shigeto Chiaki's eyes, this is what the Chinese people should look 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 had the overall situation under control, but why did he become like this?
Who fired the shot? Why was there no warning at all? To kill such a high-ranking general, wouldn't it be necessary to have 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 for fear that he will commit suicide. Afraid that he will not be accustomed to life in China, a Michelin chef will be hired to cook for him. Afraid that he will suffer from the disease due to defeat.
Depression requires a dedicated psychiatrist to serve him.
He must have his body checked at least twice a year, and the food he eats must be high-end custom-made. Even the drinking water he drinks must pass 108 tests before he 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, Duanwu 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. After checking Shigeto Chiaki's body and confirming his death, Shigeto Chiaki was killed.
The golden handle sword from his waist was torn off.
There is no need for heads during the Dragon Boat Festival, but war knives are popular items in the military. And especially general knives.
He quickly ran to Daozi. Daozi sat on the ground and smiled miserably at Dragon Boat Festival.
Duanwu came to Daozi and checked the injury of Daozi. Daozi had two serious injuries. The first one was a bullet hole in the right chest that was penetrated by a 6.5mm bullet of a Jaap. The second one was stabbed in the abdomen by a Jaap bayonet.
Wound.
Danwu didn't know how deep the wound was, but it kept bleeding.
Dragon Boat Festival 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 will 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. Not even the King of Hell dares 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 cannot let the knife lose this will to live, otherwise there will be only death waiting for the knife.
When human beings face death, the human brain will make its own decision to live or die.
Survival means there is still hope of living, and 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, it depends on how serious the injury is. And if the knife was so seriously injured, an ordinary person would probably have died a long time ago.
But he has a reason why he can't die yet. And this reason is to assist Danzao and kill Shigedo 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 Chiaki Shigeto was killed by the Dragon Boat Festival, 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 the knife lose this desire to survive.
He used his coat to strangle the wound on the knife's lower abdomen, picked him up on his back, and walked back 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 Duan Wu's back, and he said sleepily: "Tuanzu, 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,... so busy,..."
"I'm not busy now. You talk and I listen."
Duanwu ordered Daozi 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 street, but the alleys were full of poor people. If the poor people couldn't eat enough, how could they give it to him?
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 dirty my clothes!"
So if he couldn't get it and was too hungry, he had no choice but to steal. When he grew 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, North China, and Shanghai.
But even so, he never thought about picking up a gun to fight the invaders. Because he was just a gangster in the alley.
He only lives for a bowl of rice. As long as he wakes up every day and has something to eat, he is already very 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 is still just a little gangster. After getting drunk and swearing a few curse words, he still lives his life of drunkenness and dreams.
But at this moment, the man appeared, roaring on the other side of the Suzhou River. He roared out the anger of every Chinese person.
Daozi could no longer suppress his inner passion, so he jumped off 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 the 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.
By the way, there were also his brothers. They all stood in the flames of war and smoke, smiling at him.
One by one, they were alive or dead. They were all appearing in front of his eyes.
Daozi showed a silly smile: "Brothers, I, I, I really want to join you in the blood bath, blood bath,...ah,..."