At the entrance of the Marshal's Mansion, eight Japanese military policemen stood on both sides of the steps holding rifles, motionless as if they were wooden stakes!
A little further away from the gate, there are more than a dozen pseudo-policemen wandering back and forth. They are wearing white leggings and large black and white caps. They have a carefree attitude that makes people slap you.
The impulse of a few slaps!
Among the Chinese, this kind of people are the most annoying. They forget their ancestors and their integrity as Chinese, and work hard for the Japanese. Even if they die, they will be reviled by all Chinese!
It’s almost noon, and it’s getting closer to dinner time!
A strong aroma of rice wafted out of the compound and entered the noses of the dozen pseudo-policemen, making them swallow their saliva and make their stomachs rumble.
A pseudo-policeman with a pointed mouth and monkey cheeks stretched out his hand to pat his meatless belly and complained, "These Japanese people are really stingy. They always give us salted radish strips and steamed buns to eat, but they themselves eat white-flour steamed buns and stewed meat!"
"That's right, these guys are so arrogant and look down on others. Back then, we were also very popular and enjoyed spicy food. No matter where we went, we were always the best. Who dared to ask for money when eating in a restaurant?" Another boy was also helping.
, venting his dissatisfaction with the Japanese.
An older pseudo-policeman seemed to have experienced a lot. He dissuaded the pseudo-policemen in a low voice, "Don't say a few words. It will be terrible if they hear you!"
"What are you afraid of? They can't understand Chinese!" A fake policeman showed a flattering smile to a Japanese military policeman who was looking here, then turned his head and whispered, "Even if we call them Japanese dogs, they won't listen.
Arrived!"
Before he finished speaking, he heard a stiff voice behind him saying in Chinese, "What are you talking about?"
Several pseudo-policemen were immediately startled. They hurriedly turned their heads and looked around, only to find a Japanese sergeant standing behind them, followed by two Japanese military police.
The Japanese sergeant's broad neck had a smile on his face, but several pseudo-policemen felt that the smile sent chills down their spines, and their legs began to tremble disobediently!
"Taijun, these people are chatting and have offended Taijun unintentionally. Please be noble and let them go for their innocent mistakes!" The old fake policeman noticed something was wrong. He hurriedly came over and nodded and bowed.
The military officer of the court said.
The sergeant raised his hand, pushed him away, then continued to stare closely at the fake policeman who just said Japanese dog, and asked word for word, "What did you just say?"
The fake policeman almost wet his pants. His voice trembled and he said, "Taijun, I didn't mean it just now. Please show your respect!"
"Really? It's not intentional?" The Japanese sergeant held his right wrist with his left hand, rubbed it gently, then suddenly raised his arm and struck the fake policeman in the face.
With a snap, an extremely crisp slap landed on the pseudo-policeman's cheek, causing him to stagger and take several steps back, with a bright red handprint bulging on his cheek.
"Why did you hit people?" The fake policeman was knocked unconscious by this slap. He covered his cheek and asked the Japanese sergeant, but what he got was a slap in the face, and then one after another slaps fell on his face!
The Japanese sergeant slapped him while shouting, "I didn't mean it, Chinese!"
Blood splashed in the air, blood flowed down from the corners of the pseudo-police's mouth, and his nose was broken. Two thin pillars of blood flowed out of the nostrils and hung on the cheeks along the middle!
It seemed that his hand was a little sore from the beating. The Japanese sergeant stopped his arm, waved his hand to the Japanese soldiers behind him, and shouted, "You guys, keep going!"
The two Japanese soldiers rushed up like wolves and tigers, raised their legs and kicked the pseudo-policeman in the stomach, knocking him to the ground, then picked up their rifles and hit him hard with the butts of their rifles.
on the body.
Wails echoed outside the gate. The fake policeman rolled back and forth under the beating of the two Japanese soldiers. However, the two Japanese soldiers and the Japanese sergeant laughed loudly, as if they were playing a game!
"If you're beaten, you'll be beaten to death if you beat me again!" A fake policeman next to him couldn't stand it anymore. He rushed up, pushed away the two Japanese soldiers, and shouted at the sergeant, "I'll beat you even if you beat me."
, what else are you going to do!"
"idiot!"
The two Japanese soldiers who were pushed away almost simultaneously raised the Sanba Gai in their hands, pointing their sharp bayonets directly at the chest of the pseudo-policeman, their eyes flashing with ferocious beast-like light!
The Japanese sergeant slowly walked up and stood in front of the pseudo-policeman, looked at him, and then said, "Why do you want to stand up for him?"
"Even if he is at fault, you have been fighting for so long. It should be over, right?" The pseudo-policeman who spoke was about 24 or 25 years old and very handsome. He never participated in what those people were talking about just now.
He was waiting silently on the sidelines.
The Japanese sergeant sneered, drew his sword, and shouted at the Japanese military police at the gate, "Drag him over here!"
Two of the eight Japanese military police standing guard at the gate hurried over and pushed the pseudo-policeman to the ground, stretching his neck.
The Japanese sergeant raised the sword, then placed it on the neck of the pseudo-policeman. Then he slowly raised the sword, as if it was about to fall when it reached the highest point.
The eyes of the remaining pseudo-policemen were also red, and they were about to rush forward, but they were forced by other Japanese military police and could only watch helplessly.
The Japanese sergeant held up his Japanese sword, but his eyes were fixed on the young pseudo-policeman standing in front of him, and he said, "Chinese people, I will give you a choice now. This person's life and death are in your hands."
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The young pseudo-policeman did not speak, but quietly stared at the Japanese sergeant, waiting for him to state his conditions!
The Japanese sergeant didn't seem to expect that the Chinese was so calm. He made such a fuss that he had to state the conditions himself, "Chinese man, you have two choices. The first is to let me chop off his head!"
"Ah——" all the pseudo-policemen exclaimed!
"The second option is -" the Japanese sergeant looked at the young pseudo-policeman with a joking look and said, "that is to get under my crotch!"
Everyone was stunned. They never imagined that these Japanese would come up with such an insulting method!
The young pseudo-policeman clenched his fists tightly, and the nails of his fingers were embedded in his flesh. He stared at the Japanese sergeant with his eyes, and did not speak for a long time!
"It seems you don't agree?" the Japanese sergeant snorted, and then continued to raise the sword in his hand, "I heard that the bones of the Chinese people are soft, so I just cut it open to see if it is like the legend?
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"You little devil who bullied others too much!" The rest of the people were all angry. If they hadn't been surrounded by a group of Japanese military police, they would have even had the urge to take out their guns!
The young pseudo-policeman stared at him for a while, then let out a long breath, slowly released his clenched fists, and then squatted down towards the ground!