Because of his arrogance and mistakes, the soldiers of the two regiments became headless corpses. They were unable to live in peace after death and became tools for the victors to show off their martial arts.

At this moment, Numata Tokushige had completely lost his fighting spirit and could not even raise his desire to die.

He could still feel the pain from the first few cuts, but as the pain intensified and the flesh on his body became less and less, his spirit and psychology had become numb, but his muscles were still twitching instinctively.

The joint of the jaw was removed, and blood mixed with saliva flowed from the mouth.

The two eyeballs have completely turned blood red.

The soldiers of the Internal Guard picked up the cooked meat on the grill piece by piece, and the wooden trays were quickly filled.

Numata Tokushige's brain could still receive images from the outside world. In the blood-red, he saw devil-like Chinese soldiers carrying their own meat and walking towards those soldiers who had surrendered or been captured.

The numbed spirit and soul were once again shocked.

"Woooooooo..."

A whimpering sound came from his mouth, and his blood-red eyes almost popped out.

Due to excessive excitement, some exposed blood vessels began to bleed.

The meat-cutting operation was temporarily stopped, and the two doctors with pale faces endured the discomfort in their hearts to stop the bleeding on the skeleton.

…

"Death by a thousand cuts!"

"Lingchi!"

After seeing what the Chinese did to the division commander, these two words popped into the minds of the Japanese soldiers.

The eight characters written with human heads had frightened the little Japanese who had surrendered. Numata Tokushige was tortured again, and many of them had completely fallen into endless fear.

If I had known this, I should have killed myself with a bullet or a grenade.

Seeing with their own eyes the flesh of their officers being cut off piece by piece by the Chinese, Isoda Saburo and other officers felt endless humiliation and anger.

They wanted to shout and protest, but they found that their mouths seemed to be stuck and they couldn't open them no matter what.

In desperation, everyone had to lower their heads, as if it wouldn't happen if they couldn't see it.

Escape will never solve the problem. A real warrior must dare to pay for the barbecue himself.

"Open your mouth!"

There were three inner guard soldiers, one holding a sword, one holding a gun, and one holding a barbecue tray.

The hot and fragrant barbecue was right in front of you, but the bodies of the Japanese soldiers were shaking like chaff, and they knelt on the ground and kept retreating.

The blood-red eyes of the division commander were not far away, and the first Japanese soldier really did not dare to eat his flesh.

"It's your choice!"

The soldier carrying the barbecue took a step back, and the other two soldiers stepped forward.

One person pressed the prisoner's neck, and the other brandished a knife.

He raised the knife and dropped it, and the head rolled four to five meters away like a rubber ball.

No one paid attention to the headless corpse. Another soldier stepped forward and picked up the still blinking head and walked towards the "head" at the back.

Anyone who offends our country will be killed without mercy. The soldier put his head on some imperfectly spliced ​​areas, and then nodded with satisfaction.

"Devil...devil..."

It is as common for Chinese people to cut heads as to cut watermelons. The little Japanese who surrendered were completely frightened.

"Open your mouth..."

The headless corpse of the first little devil was still spurting out blood. The second little devil neither wanted to die nor eat meat, so he had no choice but to kowtow.

His head hit the gravel ground with a thud, and even though he was bleeding, the little devil didn't seem to want to stop.

"Open your mouth!!"

The soldier's tone worsened, and the kowtows stopped abruptly.

The Japanese soldier raised his head in grievance, opened his mouth uncontrollably, and a piece of hot meat fell into his mouth.

"Woooooooo..."

The Japanese soldier cried, tears streaming into his mouth.

Seeing that the three demons were still staring at him, his upper and lower teeth moved quickly, and the roast meat went into his throat smoothly.

He was eating meat in his mouth, but his body was wet. It was like a world of ice and fire.

Then we met six or seven more little Japs who were unwilling to cooperate. Without exception, their heads became "new bricks" that made the eight characters more perfect.

After killing several people in a row, the Japanese soldiers became as honest as quails, obediently eating meat when asked.

The bleeding stopped temporarily, and the cutting of the flesh continued.

Numata Tokuchuge was so anxious that he fainted completely before he could even take a breath.

"Jiangdong..."

Isoda Saburo shouted to Koto with all his strength,

"According to...the Geneva Convention, you cannot treat us so cruelly...

What you do today will be seen by the whole world, you can't do this...

Please..."

The more he spoke, the less confident he became, and in the end he even started crying.

Jiang Dong rolled his eyes and ignored it at all.

Have the Japanese ever complied with the Geneva Convention?

In Songhu or Wuhan?

When you meet someone more ruthless than yourself, you actually want to use the Geneva Convention to save your life. This is the biggest joke I heard this year.

"Stop shouting, come and eat meat..."

After eating a big mouthful of meat, Isoda Saburo held his stomach and kept vomiting.

…

A tall man with a dark complexion walked out of the team.

He took the knife from the previous person and pointed the blade at Numata Tokushige's indescribable organ.

I saw the flash of the knife, and a piece of meat fell to the ground. The technique was crisp and neat, like an expert.

"hiss……"

The soldiers and Japanese prisoners who were watching all took a deep breath.

The black-faced man passed the knife to the next person, grabbed a handful of meat from the barbecue grill with his iron hands, stuffed it into his mouth randomly, and slurped it up after a few times.

He licked his lips, as if reminiscing.

Under the looks of shock or admiration from the soldiers, he said with unfinished meaning:

"It doesn't taste very good, it should be sprinkled with cumin."

As soon as these words came out, the originally serious atmosphere was immediately broken, and the soldiers chuckled one after another.

The Japanese captives looked at the black-faced man as if they were a devil. Wherever the big man looked, the little Japs lowered their heads.

"What is this brother's name? Which army does he belong to?"

Jiang Dong couldn't help but ask several officers around him.

Feng Jinzhang stood up with a strange look on his face,

"It's a squad leader from the 7th Regiment, named Zhang Meng."

"Yeah." Jiang Dong nodded, "He lives up to his name."

Perhaps stimulated by Zhang Meng's actions, the crazy old man also ran out of the team.

It seemed like he hadn't eaten for many days, and he kept stuffing meat into his mouth regardless of the scalding heat of the grill.

While he was eating, he didn't forget to pass it to the side and said vaguely:

"Nanny, eat meat..."

All the meat he handed out fell to the ground. There was no one around him?

"Ugh, vomit, vomit..."

Xiao Jiang's face had turned pale since he saw the thousands of heads. Now when he saw the old man crazily stuffing meat into his mouth, he couldn't bear it anymore and ran to the side to vomit.

Judging from the situation, he will never want to eat barbecue again in his life.

…

The "show" lasted until dark, and Numata Tokushige finally turned into a skeleton.

The fighting spirit and faith of Saburo Isoda and the Japanese prisoners were all worn away, but Koto finally spared their lives.

After watching this show, these Japanese people's minds were a little abnormal.

Whether they are crazy or taciturn, there is a mark in their hearts,
Chapter completed!