The hospital of the Japanese army is indeed extraordinary. The originally deserted place has become overcrowded these days. You can smell the smell of medicine from two streets away. It is busy from morning to night, with patients constantly being brought in and corpses being carried out.
.According to incomplete statistics, in just three days, a hundred people have died. The entire Japanese military camp felt like it was facing a formidable enemy. As long as they saw someone doing something wrong, everyone would stay away.
Ma Xingkong and Long Jie hid in the distance and watched the people coming in and out. Among them were doctors and soldiers, and the most common ones were those wearing pig-head-like gas masks. Long Jie pointed to the things those people were carrying and asked:
"What are they bringing? Is it so ugly?"
Ma Xingkong smiled: "Don't think he's ugly, that's called a gas mask, it's a very good thing!"
The two men, wearing Japanese military uniforms, swung under the streetlight and rushed into the hospital. Before they even entered the door, they were stopped by two soldiers: "Baga! Don't you want to live? Leave quickly!"
"Go out, go out..." Ma Xingkong pretended to be out of breath, and gestured randomly: "Something happened! Something happened to the headquarters! Let us find Mr. Okamoto, Ma, Ma Xingkong, killed him again.
Come in!"
"No, no one can enter without the order of the Commander!" The sentry was very strict. It was probably the commander who had just been killed who gave the death order.
"The commander was killed!" Ma Xingkong said this in a loud voice, and many people in the yard heard it. The noisy yard immediately became quiet. A doctor wearing a mask came over and handed
He gave Ma Xingkong and Long Jie a mask each, and said to the soldiers: "Let them go in! I will be responsible for anything that happens!"
"Doctor Morita, this..." the sentry continued to speak.
"Baga!" Morita was angry: "The national affairs of the Empire of Japan are more important than your life and death. They are not afraid of either of them and risk their own lives to see Mr. Okamoto. You should be ashamed of your behavior!"
"Hai!" the sentry nodded quickly and put away his gun.
Asking about Yoshio Okamoto's ward, Ma Xingkong and Long Jie hurried inside. Not to mention, the Japanese germs are very powerful. There are all kinds of patients in this hospital, the most terrifying ones are anthrax patients.
The whole body seemed to be burnt, turning black from the head down. Anyone who looked at it would want to vomit. The face was gone, the hands and feet were gone, it was terrible. Just imagine, if these things were used in a densely populated city, what would happen?
What are the consequences?
Finding Yoshio Okamoto's ward, Ma Xingkong gently opened the door and got in. A nurse was taking care of him inside, and a doctor-looking man in a white coat asked, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
Ma Xingkong said what he had just said to the guard again. Yoshio Okamoto was not unconscious yet, but could not move. Ma Xingkong was standing at the door. Yoshio Okamoto did not see his appearance, but the voice sounded familiar. He asked
: "Who asked you to come?"
Ma Xingkong asked Long Jie to kill the new commander without asking his name. How should he answer now? After thinking about it for a moment, he said: "The headquarters was invaded by Ma Xingkong again and the commander was killed. Is that right?"
The squad leader asked me to report to you!"
"Cough cough cough..." Yoshio Okamoto coughed violently. The nurse beside him hurriedly checked. Yoshio Okamoto said weakly: "Get out! Everyone, get out!"
The doctor and nurse looked at it and thought there was no big problem, so they walked out the door. Ma Xingkong and Long Jie didn't move, they looked at each other and went out with the nurse. Ma Xingkong gave Long Jie a wink.
Jie hurriedly closed the door, and Ma Xingkong walked up to Yoshio Okamoto. He had such an ugly face. Yoshio Okamoto's entire face had no skin, and his flesh and blood were blurred. Light yellow pus was slowly coming from the wound.
He was oozing out, and several tubes were connected to his body. He probably wouldn't live long.
"Suzuki-kun! I didn't expect to see you for the last time!" Yoshio Okamoto smiled slightly.
Ma Xingkong also smiled: "You are about to die, how could I not come to see you off! However, I am very happy to see you like this!"
"Cough cough cough..." There was another violent cough. Okamoto Yoshio sighed: "I think of the competition we had in the sergeant academy, it seems like just yesterday. To be honest, I really want to be friends with you, but it's a pity.
But what happened next, Suzuki-kun, if I didn’t come to China, could we still be friends?”
Ma Xingkong shook his head: "Even if you don't come, others will come. Any army that breaks into China, whether they set foot on Chinese soil or not, their country is my enemy, including you of course!"
Yoshio Okamoto's breathing was a little rapid, and it took him a long time to calm down a little: "Suzuki-kun, who do you think will win this war?"
"Let me correct you first, this is not a war, it is an invasion!" Ma Xingkong said: "Any book you have read says that a war of aggression is successful? Even if it is successful, after hundreds of years, it will not be the same.
Will be integrated into the other party's culture. Take our country as an example. From the perspective of the Han people, the Manchus are an invasion. But they won, but what was the final result? After these hundreds of years, there is still a true sense of Manchuria.
Humans? Even the royal family of the Aisin Gioro family cannot be called true Manchus!"
Yoshio Okamoto nodded slightly: "But this time is different. Our Emperor of the Empire of Japan has the confidence to control everything!"
Ma Xingkong smiled, and his smile was very humorous: "Have confidence? Hahaha... Okamoto, I always thought you were a far-sighted person, why are you so stubborn on this matter? Let me ask you, does your country have
How many people? How many people are there in China? How much land does your country have? How much land does our country have? Even if we don’t want half of China, we can drive you out! How dare you say that the entire population will not fight with us?
In a protracted battle?"
Yoshio Okamoto stopped talking. He agreed with Ma Xingkong's words in his heart, but he didn't admit it with his mouth. After a long time, Yoshio Okamoto sighed softly: "No more, no more, since you are here to kill
Why haven't I started yet?"
Ma Xingkong said: "Originally I came to kill you, but looking at you like this, instead of killing you with one knife, I will not allow you to die in pain. It will also be considered as an explanation to my two dead brothers!"
"Haha, cough cough cough..." Yoshio Okamoto smiled: "Suzuki-kun is also a bad person, an out-and-out bad person! Aren't you afraid that if my disease is cured, or if I pretend to lie to you?"
Ma Xingkong said: "Since you have already lost once, what do I have to be afraid of? The worst I can do is defeat you again, what do you think?"
"Suzuki-kun! Why can't I see through you more and more!" Yoshio Okamoto turned his face away with great effort and looked into Ma Xingkong's eyes: "Proud, arrogant, bold, witty, these words cannot describe you.
If China has a few more people like you, or makes you its commander-in-chief, I’m afraid it will be our Empire of Japan that suffers.”
Ma Xingkong shook his head: "No, no, no, I'm not suitable to be a commander-in-chief. I don't have that kind of ambition. I'm just an ordinary Chinese."