Spy Shadow: Command & Conquer

Chapter 2072, Looking Back. The Way We Came From.
"Somebody come!"

Zhang Yong clapped his hands. Immediately, someone came in.

They temporarily moved the charcoal brazier away. Then they brought over a bowl of cold mixed grain rice.

The coarse corn kernels, sorghum, bran, and wild vegetables were mixed together.

There is no rice. There is no flour.

This was the food provided to Japanese prisoners of war. One bowl per person. One meal per day.

Sometimes, it also contains a lot of sawdust.

That's all. Take it or leave it.

At first, a few Japanese prisoners of war tried to stand their ground and went on a hunger strike. But after two days, they immediately started fighting over the food like wild dogs.

You're not going to eat? There are plenty of people eating right there. Their eyes are even glowing green.

In fact, Yamada Otozo was the same.

Even when it sees the cold, hard mixed grain rice, its eyes light up.

Unfortunately, Zhang Yong deliberately didn't give it to the other party. Instead, he placed it on the table in front of him.

"I heard that you issued a food control order."

"No……"

"Ordinary people are forbidden from eating rice and flour. If anyone is found doing so, they will be punished immediately, right?"

"No……"

"Oh, take your time to think it over!"

"Have……"

Yamada Otozo finally couldn't take it anymore.

Having lived a life of luxury, how could it possibly bear being a prisoner?

No severe torture was needed; simple starvation was enough to bring them to their knees.

Explain in detail.

"Tell me everything you know."

Zhang Yong stood up.

He no longer needed to handle the rest personally.

Once the recording is complete, just look at the statements and that's it.

There's no rush to capture Shiro Ishii. It can't escape. It's already been captured and is in a prisoner-of-war camp.

Now, we need to deal with several important Japanese leaders.

Vadim has made the arrangements.

The Soviet troops have already taken them out separately.

At the same time, delete the records associated with them.

The Soviet army had never encountered or captured these Japanese invaders before.

In other words, the whereabouts of these Japanese invaders are unknown.

"Everyone is here."

"Thirty in total."

Vadim said to Zhang Yong, his eyes cold.

Four years on the Eastern Front had long since turned him into a heartless killer. This was especially true when dealing with the Japanese invaders.

"it is good."

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

They ordered the Japanese invaders to be put into the car.

All the Japanese soldiers wore black cloth hoods and were bound hand and foot.

set off.

Heading to the wilderness.

These Japanese invaders committed heinous crimes; after they die, they can only be fed to wild dogs.

arrive.

get off.

They escorted the Japanese invaders out.

Remove all the headgear.

All the Japanese soldiers looked ashen-faced and numb.

Zhang Yong glanced at them coldly; there were several familiar faces among them! He had faced them on the battlefield before.

They looked up timidly, and when they saw Zhang Yong, their faces turned even uglier.

"Nakajima Isogo." Zhang Yong began calling out names.

“Ugh…” Nakajima Kosago said timidly, his voice barely audible.

"Commander of the 16th Division. Commander of the 7th Army. It's you. You're right. We've clashed many times on the battlefield."

"Well……"

"What else do you have to say?"

"I'm innocent, I'm innocent, I did nothing, I did nothing..."

"You think this is a courtroom? This is an execution ground!"

Zhang Yong said coldly.

Not guilty?

Ha ha.

Great joke.

You invaders, how dare you say you are innocent?
All invaders who set foot in China deserve to die. You must pay the price for your crimes.

Today, you are the first batch. There will be a second batch, a third batch…

silence.

Dead silence.

"This is a violation of international law..."

"So what?"

"you……"

Nakajima was speechless.

I suddenly felt incredibly stupid. What was I saying about international law?

When have I ever abided by international law? The other party is simply giving me a taste of my own medicine.

Since the other party has brought him to this desolate place, it's clear that saying anything is useless.

Who knows how many Japanese died at Zhang Yong's hands?

"Give me a quick death!"

"it is good!"

Zhang Yong took out a demon sword, Muramasa.

There's also a wakizashi.

Throw it in front of the other person.

Then he waved his hand, signaling the Nationalist soldiers to untie the ropes.

OK!

I'll give you a quick death.

Let's see if you have the courage to commit seppuku.

Ha ha.

Quiet.

Dead silence.

Only the sound of the wind whistling past could be heard.

Nakajima Kesago stared blankly at the Muramasa sword in front of him and the sharp wakizashi.

idiot……

Are you serious?

This might hurt a bit...

Seppuku (ritual suicide) is easier said than done.

One minute……

Two minutes...

Nakajima Kesago has remained inactive.

Zhang Yong's lips curled into an undisguised sneer.

Pooh!
What Bushido!

You're making it sound so real. Why isn't it moving?
Don't like it?
"I've prepared everything and given it to you. What, is there anything else you want?"

"I, I, I..."

Nakajima Kesago's face was deathly pale, without a trace of blood.

How could it possibly commit suicide? How could it have the courage?
Suddenly, it thought of an excuse and hurriedly started barking.

"I haven't eaten yet..."

"what……"

Suddenly a scream rang out. Then came wailing and rolling around.

But Zhang Yong stepped forward. He picked up the demon sword Muramasa and severed its left leg with a single stroke.

I gave you a chance. You didn't take it. Serves you right!
"Shh!"

With another cut, the right leg was severed.

That's fine now. Slowly stop breathing.

This is very good treatment.

I, Zhang Yong, will personally escort you to the Yasukuni Shrine!

"what……"

"what……"

Nakajima Kesago's wailing grew weaker and weaker until he finally fell silent.

Is he dead? No. He's just unconscious. But he'll die sooner or later because of excessive blood loss. It might take him ten minutes or so.

Ignore it. The other person is already dead. They cease to exist.

Keep an eye on the second Japanese invader.

Ogisu raised troops.

They're old acquaintances, old rivals.

We fought inside the pass. We fought outside the pass. Now it's the final battle.

"I...I challenge you to a duel."

"you?"

"Yes, I challenge you to a duel!"

Ogisu Rippei wanted to show his last bit of stubbornness.

He was unwilling to admit defeat.

Or perhaps he was unwilling to lose to Zhang Yong.

Being defeated by the Soviets is nothing to complain about. But the Chinese are not so forgiving.

"it is good!"

Zhang Yong nodded.

He tossed the opponent a Muramasa cursed sword.

Then he stepped forward empty-handed, staring coldly at the other person.

"bring it on!"

"idiot!"

Ogishu Ritsubing roared and stepped forward, sword in hand.

As a result, Zhang Yong kicked him, sending him flying more than ten meters away.

Want to duel me?

Ha ha.

Who gave you the courage?

"you……"

Ogiju Ritsuhei's eyes widened, and he died on the spot.

Just kidding, at this moment, Zhang Yong could kick a polar bear to death with one kick.

What's more, it's just one person? A third-rate Japanese invader?
Unfortunately, the other party got off easy.

To die so quickly and painlessly.

From this perspective, Ogishu Rippei did achieve his goal—he only sought a swift death.

Zhang Yong retreated in frustration.

This method can no longer be used.

Otherwise, the Japanese invaders would have died too easily.

Keep an eye on the third Japanese invader.

Fujita Susumu. The initial commander of the Japanese Third Division.

He is now also a military commander, under the Kwantung Army. He was utterly defeated.

"I want to commit seppuku..."

"Okay!"

Zhang Yong coldly tossed the Muramasa and Wakizashi swords to the other party.

Fujita Susumu took it, pretended to fiddle with it for a while, and actually inserted the wakizashi into his lower abdomen.

However, after only inserting a small part, I lacked the courage to continue.

The pain caused it to writhe and curl up on the ground. Zhang Yong ignored it.

Pain? Good! I'd rather die from the pain.

As a result, Fujita Susumu actually pulled out the wakizashi again.

It couldn't bear to die.

Or perhaps it's a lack of courage to continue facing death.

Rubbish.

despise.

Just lie there like that.

He continued to roll on the ground until he bled to death.

He turned his head to look at the other Japanese invaders.

Each villager was given a waist knife and a wakizashi (a type of saber).

As a result, less than a third of them actually had the courage to commit seppuku. And none of them succeeded.

Not a single Japanese soldier succeeded in committing seppuku. They could only insert the wakizashi (a type of Japanese sword) a little before losing the courage to continue. Let alone make a full horizontal cut.

No wonder people like Mitsuru Ushijima needed a second to commit suicide. Otherwise, it would be ridiculous.

Finally, the Japanese invaders all curled up on the ground.

Zhang Yong yawned, slowly waiting for them to die one by one.

The remaining Japanese soldiers didn't even have the courage to commit seppuku.

They're all cowards. Trash.

Shoot?

They got a bargain.

The sins are too grave; how could one bullet be enough?
Let's just cut it in half!
Hopefully, in their final moments, they truly realized the enormity of their sins.

Go up.

Swing a knife.

"Shhhhh..."

"Shhhhh..."

Get it done.

come back.

sit down.

They ignored the screams.

Live it!

Remember to be reborn as an animal in your next life.

If I'm reincarnated as a human, I'll encounter this again and fight it once more...

ten minutes……

twenty minutes……

thirty minutes……

Finally, all the sounds disappeared.

The radar map shows that all the red dots have also disappeared.

These vicious and heinous criminals have finally received the punishment they deserve.

Unfortunately, they only have one life.

Only one punishment is allowed.

Otherwise, they would need to be punished at least 999999 times to atone for their sins.

"Commissioner, should we bury it?"

"Need not."

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

What are we burying? Who gave them this treatment?
Go back. Bring more people over. Clean everything up completely. Make sure no one escapes.

then……

The second batch...

The third batch...

The fourth batch...

……

It took three whole days.

How many people were actually dealt with? I'm too lazy to count. Anyway, nobody cares.

After dealing with another batch, they returned to find Japanese soldiers causing trouble. Soviet soldiers, armed with submachine guns, were preparing to open fire to suppress them.

“Let’s do it!”

Zhang Yong stepped forward and spoke loudly, his voice echoing throughout the surrounding area.

A Soviet colonel saw that it was him. He nodded and ordered the Soviet troops to retreat.

He had also heard of Zhang Yong's infamous reputation.

"get off!"

"Go on the bayonet!"

Zhang Yong waved his hand, preparing to unleash a massacre.

It's rare that the Japanese invaders would actually incite trouble. What an opportunity that's been handed to us!
Today, we must kill them all!

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

The soldiers fixed bayonets and unloaded their bullets.

This is real hand-to-hand combat. We must make the Japanese invaders pay the price. Even after all this, the Japanese are still not convinced.

Haha, you're all starving. Still trying to cause trouble?
Without a doubt, he went straight in and delivered a bayonet strike. A chilling blow.

"Leave no one alive!"

"on!"

Zhang Yong kicked the door open.

He wielded two swords and charged forward. Blades flashed, heads rolled.

Cool!
Their combat power is off the charts.

One knife at a time.

One knife at a time.

Clean and efficient.

There wasn't even time for blood to splatter.

Many thanks to the Japanese invaders for this gift. They provided the stage for it all!
"laugh!"

"laugh!"

A pleasant and melodious sound came to my ears.

Those were sharp bayonets, piercing the chests of the Japanese soldiers and pinning them to the ground.

kill!

kill!

Anyone who is a Japanese invader must die!
They were all heinous invaders, and death was their only fate.

"call!"

"call!"

The Muramasa sword was swinging so hard it was practically sparking.

Wherever the sword flashed, Japanese invaders lay dead on the ground, and blood flowed like rivers.

Soon, the blade began to chip, nick, and break. The swings were too fast and too brutal.

But it's okay. We have a backup.

There's plenty of it in my pocket. I'll replenish it before I even use it all up.

kill!

kill!

Work hard.

No distractions.

Killing one after another...

Killing one group after another...

There seems to be no end.

"Oh!"

He kicked open a wooden door.

There were also many Japanese invaders here. They all had ferocious expressions and were extremely wicked.

When they saw Zhang Yong enter, they still tried to resist.

Bah! The Japanese invaders must die!
kill!

kill!

Soviet Colonel: ...

and many more.

The Japanese prisoners of war over there did not participate in the riot...

But forget it.

Since we've already started fighting, let's continue.

Anyway, the killers weren't Soviet soldiers. They were Chinese. There's video footage to prove it.

That's right, the Soviet army recorded the entire process to preserve evidence.

Zhang Yong knew this too. Therefore, he had to act quickly and with style.

Perhaps decades from now, those video recordings will be declassified, and many people will see their own recordings.

"Oh!"

They kicked open another wooden door.

The Japanese invaders inside were also eager to fight back.

Since that's the case, let's continue.

kill!

kill!

Soviet Colonel: ...

This can't continue. Otherwise...

But it seems that processing it this way really saves a lot of food!
At the same time, it also serves as a powerful warning to other Japanese prisoners of war: never again rise up and cause trouble. Otherwise, this will be their fate!
"Chichichi..."

"Chichichi..."

The bayonets behind him followed closely behind Zhang Yong.

Wherever Zhang Yong went, his bayonets followed. More than five hundred men. More than five hundred bayonets.

There were no gunshots.

There was no sound of gunfire.

There were no shouts.

All that could be heard was the slurping sound of chopping meat.

There was also the hissing sound of bayonets stabbing people.

But it is very pleasant to listen to.

Full of strength.

at last……

I didn't see any Japanese invaders anymore.

There were already layers upon layers of Soviet troops ahead.

Huh?
Are you done killing them?

Zhang Yong turned his head. His vision was filled with blood.

He reached up and wiped it. Oh. It was the blood of the Japanese invaders. It had nothing to do with him.

Look back. Reflect on the path you've traveled.

Oh, many Japanese soldiers are asleep. They are sleeping very peacefully.

Most Japanese soldiers would divide their bodies into two or three pieces when they slept...

That's really strange. How could the Japanese invaders have such a hobby?
But thinking about it, I feel relieved.

The Japanese invaders were so distorted. Even their surnames were things like Watanabe and Matsushita.

It's perfectly normal to have some more unusual hobbies.

Look at those Japanese soldiers who were stabbed to death with bayonets, it's perfectly normal! Their bodies are all intact.

They returned to the Soviet colonel.

Lazy and listless.

"Any more?"

"Next time!"

The Soviet colonel shook his head.

If you handle it the way you do, then we're doomed.

No one's going to Siberia to help us plant or harvest potatoes anymore. You've taken care of it all.

"Remember to call me if something like this happens again."

"Ok."

[To be continued]

(End of this chapter)