But Duan Cheng quickly woke up, and his thoughts of becoming a prisoner of the Japanese devils immediately filled his mind. This was a shame. The Eighth Route Army soldiers would rather die than surrender. Duan Cheng almost understood those soldiers who would rather die than be captured by the Japanese devils. At the last moment, he chose to die together without hesitation.

Duan Cheng tried his best to lift the quilt, tear off the gauze on his body, pick off the Japanese medicine, and then smash the entire room hard. He could hardly imagine that as a prisoner of the Eighth Route Army, he could still receive medical treatment from the Japanese. According to a reasonable style, he should use machine guns to sweep into a hornet's nest on the spot. Now the Japanese treated him with an unprecedented attitude, and a great sense of crisis enveloped Duan Cheng's heart. He was almost certain that the Japanese might have a greater conspiracy to target him, and even constantly cure him, and torture him completely again.

There was an urge to smash everything in front of him, but all Duan Cheng could do was just lift his arm slightly, but he was already sweating.

When the ward door was pushed, a young nurse came in. Seeing Duan Cheng struggling like a trapped beast, she exclaimed and turned around and left.

Not long after, a doctor came in with a few Japanese devil soldiers. The devil soldiers did not bring guns, but just tied Duan Cheng to a strong rope, poured some porridge into Duan Cheng's mouth, and left. At the moment when he left and closed the door, the devil soldiers who were closing the door looked at Duan Cheng with contempt and disdain in their eyes.

Duan Cheng was tortured for a while, and his whole body was exhausted again, leaving only breathing heavily. Xu Bao Tang overflowed from the corner of his mouth, perhaps because he used too much force and blood was still seeping from the corner of his mouth.

In the afternoon, the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open, and a Chinese man walked in, sat down next to Duan Cheng's bed without saying a word, and took out a cigarette to light it for himself.

"Traitor!" From the time that person entered the room, Duan Cheng gave an accurate definition of this person.

When Duan Cheng's eyes moved to the "traitor"'s face, the muscles in his body became stiff involuntarily. Even if he died, he would not forget that face.

"Dad!" Duan Cheng was extremely reluctant, but he couldn't help but say this word. He began to regret it as soon as he said it. How could he say this word?

"Hey, son!~" The man gradually smiled and bounced the ashes.

Duan Cheng's father Duan Guishan is definitely someone Duan Cheng doesn't want to mention. His father Duan Guishan was once a gangster in the village, and his parents were also a self-sufficient rich peasant. He was lazy all day long. After the family finally got married, he became more at peace. But not long after his son Duan Cheng was born, he had an old problem and had another problem of beating his wife. Later, somehow he smoked big cigarettes and ruined his family's fortune in just two years. The two elders were angry to death, and Duan Cheng's mother actually

In order to exchange for two taels of cigarettes, this wolf-hearted thing was sold into the kiln, and the next day he hanged himself. Duan Cheng, who lost his mother, had no food and clothing. Duan Guishan disappeared, and wandered everywhere. Until once, when Wang Bao followed the army to a small village, Duan Cheng, who was only seven or eight years old, was begging for food, he happened to meet Xiao Wang Bao who was happily gnawing a bun. He was hungry and fucked a bun to fight for a bun. He didn't know each other until he didn't fight. Duan Cheng was taken in by Wang Bao's troops.

Thinking of the miserable days of childhood, Duan Cheng simply hated this father to death. Although he had been six or seven years, he remembered Duan Guishan clearly. Duan Guishan's appearance was still the same as before when he smoked too much opium, and there was not much change.

"I don't have you, the traitor father!" Duan Cheng said angrily, looking extremely angry, but his voice was not loud.

Duan Guishan did not show any sign of being angry. He slowly stood up with a smile and snatched the cigarette in his hand, and threw a sentence regardless of lightness and weight: "You are my Duan Guishan's blood flowing. You are my son, I am a traitor, and you are also the son of a traitor!" He stood up and left.

Duan Cheng was stunned. Blood ties were unchangeable. He could hardly find any reason to refute Duan Guishan's words. Duan Cheng had no idea about this situation he had never encountered. At this moment, he felt deeply that if there was a gun filled with bullets in his hand, he would aim at Duan Guishan's forehead without hesitation and pull the trigger, even if the father in front of him was still a father who was related to him.

Before leaving the door, Duan Guishan pulled the door, blinked at Duan Cheng, and said, "Son, I'll come to see you again in two days, so I'll recover from the injury." After that, he laughed and went there. He was extremely satisfied with Duan Cheng's expression.

Duan Guishan could almost clearly recall what Major Masamoto Suzuki said to him two nights ago.

"The Eighth Route Army has had an abnormal firepower recently. The soldiers of the Empire have suffered heavy casualties. Mr. Kudo, sent by Commander Ono, has sacrificed his life for the Empire. Now it is your turn to be loyal to the Empire."

"Master, why is my little bastard useful to the Imperial Army? Just shoot it and take it to avenge the Imperial Army that was killed in his hands."

"No, no, no, your son is very useful. According to reliable information, he has a close relationship with an important figure in the Eighth Route Army Arsenal. You need your son to be an insider for us and help the Imperial Army completely eliminate the military-industrial force of the Eighth Route Army."

"This, how is this possible? My little bastard is a standard eighth-way leader, as stubborn as a lump of wood. How could I be able to talk about it? Such a useless thing may even want to kill me."

"There is no old saying in China that father and son are in love. Yours, yours, will contribute to the great power of the empire, and yours, will definitely contribute to the great power of the empire. I believe you can convince your son to abandon the darkness and turn to the light for the prosperity of the Greater East Asia, and return to this side of the imperial army. Your son's previous mistakes can also be defeated after destroying the Eighth Route Army."

"I would like to thank the Imperial Army for not killing for my little bastard, but to convince him, this is probably not good. My little bastard has never been disciplined by me..."

"Hmm!?~"

"Oh, no, I, I must find a way to do it!"

Until now, Duan Guishan is still sweating for Major Masamoto Suzuki's seemingly civilized and polite tone, but full of murderous intent and is once again full of cold sweat. If he dared to say no, the wolfdog team under Major Masamoto Suzuki's one day's meal would have been settled.

Half a month later, Duan Cheng's injury was cured, but the Japanese devils still took medicine when they had medicine and took food when they had food. Both sides had no good looks. When Duan Cheng could get out of bed and walk around, he was tied up by the devils and moved to a formal cell and locked up with iron railings. The devils who were already full of hostility hated Duan Cheng to the core. Duan Cheng was not polite, and he let Duan Cheng's injury recur from time to time.

During this period, Duan Guishan came several times, but Duan Cheng scolded him so much that he returned with blood. All the food he delivered was thrown to the ground.
Chapter completed!