Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2729 Beheading operation!

Major General Masano walked towards his tent which had been blown down by the aftermath of the explosion, feeling frustrated. He wanted to find some important documents.

But he didn't expect that at this moment, a sharp bayonet suddenly grew out of his stomach.

His body suddenly stopped, as if it was nailed by a nail.

He lowered his head with difficulty, his eyes moving slowly downward. The bayonet flashed a frightening cold light in the firelight. Blood dripped slowly along the blade like a trickle, staining his shirt red bit by bit.

At this moment, a trace of incredible shock flashed in Major General Masano's eyes, because this was his camp, surrounded by his subordinates, but someone came to assassinate him in this situation, so how bold must this person be?

He opened his lips slightly and instinctively wanted to shout, but as soon as he made a sound, no matter who the opponent was, he would be killed by his men's bullets.

But unfortunately, at this moment, a hand covered his mouth, and then he felt a heart-wrenching pain in his abdomen.

The pain came like a raging wave, sweeping over his entire body in an instant, as if millions of needles were piercing his skin and internal organs at the same time.

His face instantly turned as pale as paper, veins bulged on his forehead, and he twisted like an earthworm. Beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead and dripping into the ashes at his feet.

At this moment, various scenes of his life flashed through Major General Masano's mind like a kaleidoscope.

He seemed to see himself when he was young, stepping into the gate of the military academy with great ambition. At that time, his eyes were determined and full of infinite longing for the future.

He saw himself fighting bravely on the battlefield, leading his soldiers into battle, wielding a saber, and fighting the enemy to the death.

He also saw the glorious moment when he was promoted to major general. At that time, he stood on the podium, with medals hanging all over his chest, accepting the flattery and adulation of countless people,...

However, all the former glory and honor have now become like passing clouds, vague and distant, as if they had never really existed.

He thought of his family, his wife's gentle smile and his daughter's innocent face.

Those warm scenes replayed in his mind like a movie, and he felt a strong sense of guilt and reluctance in his heart.

He knew that he would never be able to return to them, never be able to fulfill his duties as a husband and father, never be able to hear his wife's whispers or his daughter's laughter again.

A tear slid down the corner of his eye, mixed with sweat, and dripped silently into the soil, turning into his last regret.

He recalled his former bold words and the recklessness of his youth.

But at this moment, he was defeated in the end, defeated by this cruel war.

His heart was filled with reluctance and helplessness, but he also understood that all this was irreversible.

He regretted his original decision and regretted coming to China to participate in a war that he should not have participated in.

He longed to return to his hometown, to be reunited with his family, and to live a peaceful and happy life.

However, all this has become a luxury.

Major General Masano's body began to tremble, and his eyes gradually became blurred and blurred. He felt that his life was slipping away quickly, as if an invisible force was pulling him into endless darkness.

He tried hard to grasp something, to keep something, but he could grasp nothing and keep nothing.

Finally, he slowly closed his eyes, and everything returned to calm, leaving only the blood-stained ground under his feet and endless regret.

After killing someone, Duanwu left quickly, his figure disappearing without a trace in the night and chaos.

Yes, it was Duanwu who killed people. In the previous attack, Duanwu did not leave when Duanwu and his men retreated. Instead, he changed into the uniform of a Japanese sergeant.

He stayed in the enemy's camp and waited for the opportunity. First, Major General Masano led his men to investigate the scene, and then Zhao Laonian performed an opera on the east side of the enemy's camp to attract the enemy's attention.

Duanwu took the opportunity to blow up the devil's arsenal, causing great chaos.

Just when Major General Masano was lost and other Japanese soldiers were busy rescuing people, Duanwu got behind Major General Masano and killed him with a single blow.

Everything went perfectly, even Duanwu himself felt that it was a very smooth assassination.

He successfully assassinated Major General Masano without him having any reaction at all. I'm sure that when the Japanese find out that Major General Masano is dead, the entire camp will be even more panicked.

And sure enough, when the Japanese soldiers discovered Major General Masano lying unconscious in a pool of blood, a burst of terrified screams pierced the already turbulent night sky.

The screams spread quickly like a plague, plunging the entire camp into an even more chaotic vortex.

"Major General! The Major General was assassinated!"

The news spread quickly in the camp like wildfire.

The officers returned from their respective command scenes, their faces filled with shock.

They quickly gathered around the body of Major General Masano, looking at the bayonet still stuck in the major general's back, their hearts filled with confusion and doubt.

"Who did it? Who has the guts to do that?"

A Japanese officer roared angrily, his eyes were as hot as flames, as if he wanted to burn the entire camp to ashes.

However, the only response he got was dead silence, the sound of the wind, and the occasional burst of flames in the distance.

No! There is also the long-lost opera sound:

"Shout, listen to me!

You destroyed my home, I am furious!

You are in such a mess and no one is caring about you?

Who knew that the righteous path is like a blazing flame!

Burn this,~~~There is no injustice in this world!

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Although the night is long, the dawn is coming.

Your crimes are exposed!

The infamy will last for thousands of years and spread throughout the world!"

Amid the singing, the already chaotic Japanese camp was once again attacked by the "ghosts".

Of course, this is what the Japanese puppet troops thought. In fact, they had always been attacked by the black-clad troops.

The black-clad troops were like ghosts in the dark night, moving silently through the Japanese camp.

They moved swiftly. Under the moonlight, their figures quickly shuttled through the camp, like the sharpest blades on the battlefield, ruthlessly cutting through the enemy's defenses.

The Japanese and puppet troops in the camp were caught off guard by this sudden attack, and many of them fell under the knives of the black-clad soldiers before they could react.

They tried to organize effective resistance, but all efforts seemed so pale and powerless under the overwhelming offensive of the black troops.

The Japs screamed in terror and fled in all directions. The level of chaos had reached an unprecedented level.

But no matter where they fled, they could not escape the pursuit of the men in black.

The puppet soldiers had no fighting spirit at all. Faced with the fierce offensive of the men in black, they laid down their weapons and surrendered one after another, just to save their lives. Some even shouted: "Master Wuchang, please spare our lives. We will never dare to do this again, we will never dare to be traitors again!"

(End of this chapter)