The dignified commander-in-chief of the US military in the Philippines actually became a prisoner of the Japanese. For the proud MacArthur, this was a blow that was more unbearable than death. A few days before the flight, he had vowed to defend the Philippines and "demarcate the territory"
"Ringshou" and the Chinese people must pay every penny, and then suffered a disastrous defeat in the Bohol Sea Battle, and then responded to the White House's call to abandon the Philippines and evacuate to Australia - in his view, fleeing without a fight has been detrimental to his military career.
What a shame. Who would have expected that there could be something more serious than this, that I would be captured alive by the Japanese.
"What will the Japanese use themselves to do? To force the troops stationed in the Philippines to surrender, or even blackmail the White House into agreeing to peace talks? President Roosevelt and Chief of Staff Marshall should be thinking of ways to rescue themselves now, right? Maybe they will withdraw the troops from Manila first at all costs
Get out... To the Japanese, the living self is definitely more valuable, so should he commit suicide? Suicide is a coward's act and is contrary to doctrine, but if he dies, the pressure on the White House should be lighter
"I can risk my life, but what about little MacArthur..." It was completely random. If possible, MacArthur really wanted to sleep and never wake up again, but even though he was so groggy, he seemed to be able to fall asleep just by closing his eyes.
But when I really close my eyes, the sleepiness disappears immediately...
Although MacArthur, who was suffering physically and mentally, had only been captured for two days, and although the Japanese did not humiliate him, he seemed to have aged ten years in a blink of an eye. His skin was sagging, his eyes were cloudy, and he no longer looked as majestic as before. At first glance, he seemed to have aged ten years.
, his temperament seems to be the same as that of an old, down-and-out farmer in the American countryside.
At about 0:20 a.m., inside the temporary headquarters of the 6th Marine Division in Buckall, except for the courtyard entrance, the generator room, and the telecommunications room, the lights were still on. The rest of the place was dark. There was a temporary barricade at the entrance of the courtyard.
In the fortification, two Japanese sentries stood opposite each other on both sides of a wooden fence. Inside the two circular barricades, there were two Japanese machine gunners guarding a Type 92 heavy machine gun, staring eagerly at both sides of the street.
"The defense is quite tight," Feng Mang said softly to Chen Dazhi after looking over for a while about two hundred meters away from the barricade.
"We can only use the old method!" Chen Dazhi responded softly.
Feng Mang said "hmm" and then patted the wall next to him twice.
A wolf named Jiao Desheng walked over against the wall and reported softly: "I understand, there are two patrol teams, each with nine people. The patrol area is in this area, and there is an interval of ten minutes."
Feng Mang: "Get ready to take action!"
"good!"
Jiao Desheng soon disappeared into the darkness again, while Feng Mang and Chen Dazhi retreated into the house where they had previously been hiding. When the US-Filipino troops withdrew from Baqueol, all the Filipinos in the city also ran away, so now Baqueau
On the contrary, it looks more like a Japanese military camp.
Alano was also hiding in this room. He didn't know if he had been following Feng Mang and the others for a long time and was used to this atmosphere. The Filipino's mood stabilized. When he saw them retreating, he asked softly: "Find the Japanese commander."
Are you ready?"
Feng Mang responded briefly "Yes", then listened intently and breathlessly to the movement outside, refusing to say another word.
Ten minutes later, a Japanese patrol appeared outside the house where they were hiding. Chen Dazhi counted softly in a voice that only the three of them could hear: "One, two..." When he counted to fifteen, Feng Mang
Said: "Okay!" and then took the lead and walked out.
A few minutes later, he, Chen Dazhi, Jiao Desheng and others carried nine Japanese corpses in. Only then did Alano know the significance of Chen Dazhi's counting just now. Smelling the strong smell of blood, his heart beat wildly.
He thought to himself: "We defeated nine enemies in fifteen seconds without even making a sound. The Chinese people are really terrible!"
The Langyas didn't kill any Japs along the way, but because they did so under the cover of night, Alano didn't know their specific methods of killing the enemy. This made the Langyas even more mysterious, and also made them more mysterious.
He became more and more afraid to act rashly - Chinese people can kill people with just their hands. He believed that he was definitely not as strong and able to fight as the Japanese soldiers. Now he didn't dare to think about anything else.
Jiao Desheng and others immediately went out, and within ten minutes, nine more Japanese corpses were brought in. Alano knew that the Chinese would attack the Japanese headquarters next.
Fifteen minutes later, about a hundred meters away from the Japanese barricades, Alano finally saw the heroic appearance of the Wolf Fangs taking action.
A group of nine Japanese soldiers appeared in the light circle of the barricade. Feng Mang whispered to Alano: "Those are our people."
Alano looked over slightly and saw that they suddenly stopped in front of the barricade, and then a man walked forward, seemingly holding a pack of cigarettes in his hand. His eyes widened, unwilling to miss any detail, and his heart beat violently.
As he sat there, he thought to himself: "Six Japanese soldiers, as long as one of them screams is enough to defeat the Chinese people. What will the Chinese people do?"
This time, the leader of the team was a second lieutenant named Chu Xiaolin. Chu Xiaolin spoke very good Japanese. His lips moved a few times, and two Japanese sentries and four machine gunners walked towards them. Chu Xiaolin would
Each person scattered one of the cigarettes on the table. A sentry took the cigarette, held it in his mouth, and took out a box of matches from his pocket. Then, Alano only saw eight other Japanese soldiers pretending to be Langya approaching the crowd.
, a match had just burned brightly, and the six real Japanese soldiers had their mouths covered almost at the same time, and then their bodies fell down on the couch. This scene happened so fast that he couldn't accept it for a moment, and almost screamed out in surprise.
"Let's go!" Feng Mang said softly, and then walked towards the barricade.
Although Alano knew that it was not appropriate to talk at this time, he still couldn't help but asked out of curiosity: "What if the Japanese refuse to lend a hand?"
"The process will be different, but the result will be the same!" Feng Mang said.
Chen Dazhi added in a low voice: "Killing is an art!"
"Devil!" Alanor thought to himself.
The positions of the two sentries and four machine gunners were quickly filled by Langya, and then the others, led by Feng Mang and Jiao Desheng, divided into two groups and rushed toward the room where the generator was located and toward the telecommunications room.
Alano followed Feng Mang and Chen Dazhi closely, and then saw an even more bizarre and bloody scene.
Feng Mang and the others swaggered into the telecommunications room, where there was a communications staff officer and two telegraph operators on duty. Seeing them, the captain staff officer immediately stood up and asked, "Who are you? What's going on?"
Including Alano, there were six people in Feng Mang's group, and two of them were on guard outside. Alano couldn't understand Japanese, but he could feel the questioning tone in the other person's tone. Then he saw Feng Mang take out a bag from his pocket.
Why did I walk up to the captain's staff officer?
The captain's staff officer and the two telegraph operators were immediately attracted by the square-folded note. The captain stretched out his hand and just touched the note. Almost at the same time, the two wolves in front of Alanno drew their guns and fired, and Feng Mang shot with both hands.
In unison, they grabbed the captain's throat with their right hand until his tongue came out, and grabbed his arms with his left hand and pulled hard - "Tuk Tuk", two slight gunshots, and two radio operators
With all his eyebrows raised, he fell headlong into the air without even making a sound. "Take it," "Take it," the captain's body twitched, his feet kicked randomly, and his arms that were originally struggling dropped down.
The two wolves pulled out guns with their front hands and shot one person dead each. They stepped forward with their hind legs, and one person grabbed one of the captain's feet, and then quickly tied his feet together.
Alano looked at the ferocious face of the captain and the arms swinging by his side, and then looked at the two radio operators with blood holes on their foreheads but wide-open eyes, and felt a chill.
In an instant, the soles of the feet filled up the whole body, and the body began to tremble like a sway——