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"Brigade Commander, look over there!"

An aide pointed excitedly toward the city center, his voice trembling.

The brigade commander raised his binoculars and looked in the direction he was pointing.

Amidst the smoke of battle, several heavy-duty motorcycles were driving out from the direction of the Japanese headquarters, slowly making their way along the main street.

This is not critical.

The key point is that a person is strapped to the roof or hood of every single eight-wheeled vehicle.

People wearing Japanese military uniforms.

The first vehicle had a lieutenant general covered in blood strapped to its roof.

His military uniform was tattered, his abdomen was wrapped in thick bandages, his hands were tied behind his back, and he lay on the roof of the vehicle like a dead dog, swaying back and forth with the bumps of the vehicle.

Adachi is twenty-three!

The brigade commander recognized the face at a glance—the face stained with the blood of Chinese people, a face imprinted on countless battle reports.

The cars behind carried several major generals and colonels, as well as several Japanese soldiers who looked like high-ranking officers.

"That's... a big eight-wheeler?"

Li Yunlong leaned closer, his eyes wide.

"And each one of them had a Japanese soldier tied to it!"

His voice suddenly rose in pitch:

"Could it be... that the Flying Tigers succeeded?"

The brigade commander's breathing quickened instantly.

He stared intently at those large eight-wheeled vehicles, at the Japanese high-ranking officials tied to the roofs, his hands trembling slightly.

Successful.

The Flying Tigers have truly succeeded!

They not only destroyed the Japanese headquarters, but also captured Adachi Juzo and a group of high-ranking Japanese officials alive!

……

In the city.

Six Mengshi eight-wheeled vehicles lined up in a row and slowly drove along the main street.

On the roof of the first car, Anda Twenty-Three was bound hand and foot, his face ashen white from blood loss, and his lips devoid of any color.

He closed his eyes, not wanting to see the scene around him.

But he can hear.

You can hear the cheers of the Eighth Route Army soldiers below the vehicle.

You could hear the bullied people rushing out of their houses, pointing at them and cursing.

I can hear...

"Folks! Come and see! This is Adachi Nijuzo, the commander of the Japanese 37th Division!"

A traitor was being held in the second vehicle, holding a tin megaphone and shouting at the top of his lungs.

"These guys in the back are the regimental commander and staff officer of the 37th Division! They were all captured alive by our Eighth Route Army!"

"Adachi Nūzō, Yamamoto Ichirō, Watanabe Taro... they're all here!"

The traitor shouted himself hoarse, but his face wore an indescribable, complex expression.

He knew that after shouting those words, he would have no chance of survival with the Japanese, but he also knew that if he didn't shout, he would die right now.

I had no choice but to shout it out.

"You Japanese devils! Your officers have all been captured! Now, all of you, kneel down before me! Hands up! Surrender and you'll be spared!"

"Surrender and you will not be killed!"

The sound echoed through the streets.

On the roof of the car, Anda Twenty-Three suddenly opened his eyes.

His face suddenly flushed with an eerie red.

Her face, which was deathly pale from blood loss, suddenly turned red again?

Why is your face red?

It wasn't that she was radiant or had a brief resurgence of energy; it was that she was so angry!

Adachi Twenty-Three is furious!

They just performed a cesarean section! Their intestines are spilling out! Their health bar is already 90% empty!

But these Eighth Route Army soldiers, I don't know what they gave him, actually pulled him back from the brink of death!

What's even more infuriating is that he can't feel any pain in his abdomen at all! Apart from feeling weak all over, he's just like everyone else!

But on her face...

My face is burning!

A dignified lieutenant general in the Imperial Japanese Army and commander of the 37th Division was actually tied to the roof of a car and paraded through the streets like a war trophy!

That traitor shouted his name through a loudspeaker, telling everyone that he had been captured!

"Ugh—! Ugh—!"

Anda struggled desperately, trying to say something. But his mouth was tightly gagged with a rag, and he could only make muffled whimpers.

A metallic taste rose in his throat.

He felt like vomiting blood!

I was about to spit out a mouthful of blood!

But with his mouth blocked, the blood couldn't spit out and was forced back down, causing him to cough violently.

The blood and froth he coughed up dripped down the corner of his mouth and onto the roof of the car.

The regimental commanders in the following vehicles were in no better shape.

Those who choose to commit seppuku at the last moment still possess some integrity.

What do people with integrity fear most?

What I fear most is this kind of humiliation!

Being paraded through the streets bound and gagged, surrounded by onlookers, and flaunted as trophies—this is worse than being killed!

Regimental Commander Yamamoto Ichiro closed his eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks.

He wished the knife had gone in a deeper place, he wished he could die right now.

But he didn't die. The Eighth Route Army stopped his bleeding, tied him up tightly, and made him suffer this humiliation alive.

Regimental Commander Taro Watanabe kept his head down, not daring to look at the scene around him.

shame.

What a shame!

A humiliation more painful than seppuku!

……

To the Japanese soldiers still resisting on both sides of the street, the impact of this scene was devastating.

A Japanese platoon leader, hiding in a civilian house, was carrying a satchel charge of explosives and preparing to rush out. Through the window, he saw the six large eight-wheeled vehicles and the familiar figures on their roofs.

Division commander.

Regimental Commander.

chief of staff.

Everything is on top.

He was tied up.

They were paraded through the streets.

The explosive charge in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

"It's over..." he murmured, "It's all over..."

On another street corner, several Japanese soldiers were setting up machine guns, ready to fire. Upon seeing their captured officers, their hands began to tremble, and they couldn't pull the trigger.

"Our superiors have all been arrested... what's the point of fighting?"

"But...but if we surrender..."

"Didn't you hear me? Surrender and you'll be spared!"

The gunfire gradually subsided.

First, a few scattered individuals threw down their guns, raised their hands, and knelt on the ground.

Then there were dozens.

Then there were hundreds.

"I surrender! Don't kill me!"

"I surrender too!"

"Grandpa Eighth Route Army, spare my life!"

A handful of Type 38 rifles were thrown to the ground with a clanging sound. One by one, Japanese soldiers emerged from their hiding places, knelt on both sides of the street, and raised their hands high.

The scene was quite spectacular.

The entire street was filled with kneeling Japanese soldiers.

It was a dark, dense mass, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Six large eight-wheeled vehicles slowly drove past the kneeling Japanese soldiers. Adachi Nyūzō, who was on the roof of the vehicle, watched this scene, and the last glimmer of light in his eyes went out.

He suddenly realized something.

From this day forward, the 37th Division will be permanently removed from the Imperial Japanese Army's order of battle.

He did not die in battle.

They were captured alive.

It was humiliation.

It was... utterly defeated.

A metallic taste rose in his throat again, but this time, he no longer had the strength to cough it up.

In the distance, the brigade commander lowered his binoculars and let out a long breath.

"We won."

He said softly.

Li Yunlong stood beside him, looking at the Japanese soldiers kneeling on the ground, and chuckled.

"Damn it, I've never seen anything like this in my life!"

The brigade commander smiled too.

To be honest, if the Flying Tigers hadn't succeeded in their decapitation strike, this battle would have been extremely fierce, and countless soldiers would have been sacrificed.

He turned to the messenger and gave the order in a deep voice:

"Pass on my orders—take a headcount of the prisoners, treat the wounded, and maintain order in the city!"

"yes!"

The messenger saluted and ran off.

Soon, the gunfire in the city completely ceased.

At that moment, a communications soldier ran over to report:

"Reporting to the commander! Reporting to the regimental commander! We've captured a female Japanese spy!"