Chapter 34: Qingteng Yimutou surrenders (votes)

  Shan Yixuan's revolver was pointed at Qingteng Yimutu's head, and he said coldly: "What if I kill your soldiers? You Japanese people are acting recklessly on our Chinese land, killing and burning, doing all sorts of evil. And you still want to build an airport in my Yangcheng territory, controlling the airspace of Eyuwu, don't you ever think about the consequences?"

  Almost all the muzzles were aimed at Shan Yixuan's head, and his fluent Japanese surprised the native Japanese in front of him. His words made all the Japanese present feel a chill down their backs. They knew that the man in front of them was the devil who had dragged a corpse as a bulletproof vest in Yangcheng.

  Shan Yixuan glanced back at the devils surrounding him and turned his gun again. "Bang" another devil fell to the ground. "Inu no hi, kōtai!" (Damn it, retreat!) Shan Yixuan shouted angrily, everyone tensely retreated a few steps back. No one dared to shoot Shan Yixuan's head, but Shan Yixuan was confident that he could shoot Qingteng Yimu's head with one shot.

  Without the cover of snipers, even if there were more people pointing guns at him, Shan Yixuan would not feel afraid. "You Japanese, today you invaded my China, destroyed my beautiful home, made my countrymen unable to live, and slaughtered innocent lives! Have you ever thought about the feelings of those innocent civilians? If my troops launch an attack on your tiny island across the sea, do you think you have a chance of winning?"

  "You think you, a Chinese person, can attack our great Japanese nation? Don't you feel that you're overestimating your own worth?" Qingteng Yimut felt uncomfortable with the cold gun barrel pointed at him. He had no idea what this devil was thinking, but his accurate marksmanship was putting pressure on his soldiers, causing their hands to tremble as they held their guns.

  Shan Yixuan's cold smile, the muzzle of his gun suddenly lowered, "bang" a gunshot sounded, accompanied by Qingteng Yimu's mournful cry, the bullet accurately passed through Qingteng Yimu's military boots, and fresh blood instantly dyed the boots red!

  "You're an idiot!" (You damn fool!) Qingteng Yimuk gritted his teeth and cursed, enduring the pain.

  Shan Yixuan licked the tip of his tongue and said coldly, "If you can survive, I don't want to hear the word 'Japan' from your mouth again. Tell your people to put down their guns! Otherwise..."

  "Don't even think about it, Imperial soldiers will never lay down their arms!" Qingteng Yimutu angrily said to the cold and detached Shan Yixuan in front of him.

  "Put down your weapons, don't move, surrender and we won't kill!!!" A loud noise came from both sides of the main street. The commander of the 115th Division of the Eighth Route Army, Zhao Wenxing, led his troops to rush into the main street and controlled all the people in the Yangcheng Huiying Military Command.

  "Damn it, whoever dares to touch Xuan Ge and Da Dang Jia's finger, I'll make his head explode!" Lao San Xiao Feng led the special forces brothers in a charge from the other side of Yang City.

  The rough and crude voice made Shan Yixuan feel delighted, but thinking of the already deceased Liu Yiming, he still felt a twinge of guilt in his heart - why didn't I come earlier! Shan Yixuan let out a deep sigh and said in a cold tone: "You're surrounded, if you don't put down your guns, you'll die without a burial place. Whether to live or die is up to you!"

  The devils heard the noise and immediately looked to both sides of the street, the Eighth Route Army had already made preparations for an attack behind their fortifications. On the other side, more than 30 people holding guns slowly approached the devils, the devils' gun muzzles immediately shifted from Shan Yixuan's body to both sides of the road.

  All the devils were holding guns, they didn't know whether to pull the trigger or not. If they resisted, it would definitely be a dead end. People only feel fear when they are closest to death, no one is not afraid of death, only when both sides are absolutely dead will they drive out the fear in their hearts. They were waiting for Qingteng Yimutu's order, here he was the highest commander, although being held hostage, many people still looked at Qingteng Yimutu with tension.

  "It doesn't matter if you die, but to have so many people buried with you is too unkind, isn't it? Is the way of your island nation's warriors to let their own people go to their deaths? If not chosen, there will be no more opportunities." Shuang Yixuan said calmly. The person in front of him and these still living Japanese people, Shuang Yixuan did not want them to die, for him, they were a complete treasure.

  "What's the devil doing? He doesn't shoot, nor does he take cover. It feels strange somehow?" The battalion commander adjusted his hat and looked at the devil's every move with suspicion.

  Zhao Wenxing thought for a moment, then said in a low voice: "The devils may have already been controlled, they are just waiting for something, give them an opportunity! Shout again, tell them that the Eighth Route Army treats prisoners of war with kindness!"

  Gao Fei said reluctantly: "Captain, one burst of gunfire would have solved everything, why bother talking to them so much?"

  "Gaofei, your ideological awareness needs to be improved, I think you should be detained for another two days!" Zhao Wenzhen scolded with a pair of binoculars in hand.

  Gaofei heard that he had to be locked up for a few more days, and immediately shouted loudly without saying anything: "The Eighth Route Army treats prisoners of war with kindness, surrendering guns will not kill!" While shouting, he muttered in his heart, even if he was beaten to death, he couldn't bear to be locked up for a few more days.

  Shan Yixuan looked at Qingteng Yimut and asked, "How's that? Still haven't made up your mind? The Eighth Route Army may have already taken control of what you call the Imperial Japanese Army Command Center. Are you still expecting reinforcements to come and support you? This is simply a fantasy! Do you think you can escape this life-or-death choice? Unless you have the ability to kill me!" Shan Yixuan was not joking, he wanted to control not just one person, but an entire army!

  "Can you ensure the Eighth Route Army won't kill us?" Qingteng Yimut's expression stiffened as he glanced at Shan Yixuan, this man in front of him made him feel unprecedented pressure and fear.

  "I've heard they treat prisoners of war well, but that's them, you're my prisoner, not theirs! What they say doesn't count, I can guarantee your safety and that of your men!" Shuang Yixuan said with a smile. This group of devils had nothing to do with the Eighth Route Army, at most they just controlled the Yangcheng puppet military headquarters, and next was just a bunch of small towns! Before joining the Eighth Route Army, Shuang Yixuan didn't want to get entangled with them, so as not to muddy the waters for future relations.

  Previously, they were afraid that the Eighth Route Army would destroy the airport, so they compromised and hoped that they wouldn't touch the airport, ruining their own plans. Once you join the army, all sorts of rules and regulations will appear, and before his plan is completed, Shan Yixuan doesn't want to be bound by them. These people today, even if they wanted to die, couldn't be allowed to die. Shan Yixuan thought to himself.

  "Hmph, is this what they call treating prisoners of war?" Qingteng Yimutu coldly snorted, lowering his head to look at the foot that had been bleeding.

  Shan Yixuan's gun did not move away, shamelessly laughing and saying: "Don't talk to me about that military stuff, I'm not a soldier, you need to understand! Even if I kill you, the Geneva Convention can't restrict me!"

  "You!......" Qingteng Yimutu was so angry that he couldn't say a word, if eyes could kill, Shuang Yixuan didn't know how many times he had died.

  "What's your decision? You can keep your soldiers from surrendering, but I demand that they remove the bayonets from their rifles and unload the bullets from the chambers!" Single looked at Qingteng Yimoku in front of him, who had been shot in the toe and yet still stood calmly before him. This person was absolutely a talent.

  Sei Tōyama was taken aback for a moment, then asked, "I don't care. But can you really guarantee the safety of my subordinates?" As a specially trained commander, he had never seen anyone like Shan Yixuan before - someone who was both crazy and rational at the same time, and yet had still managed to defeat him. Facing this young man who looked like he was only twenty-five or six years old, Sei Tōyama felt real pressure.

  Shan Yixuan put away his gun, and Nannan said: "Whether you believe it or not is your business. I've already made myself very clear, I don't think I need to repeat myself a second time!"

  Qingteng let out a long sigh and shouted loudly: "Everyone listen, put the bayonets on the ground, and take out the bullets from the gun barrels."

  As the highest commander of the Japanese army stationed in Yangcheng, Qingteng Yimutu's orders carried great weight. Everyone slowly bent down, placing the bayonets on their rifles and the hand grenades on their bodies on the ground, then ejected the bullets from the gun barrels.

  "Huh, Captain, look! The devils have lowered their bayonets and retreated with their bullets. What kind of trick are they playing?" Gao Fei looked at the devils' movements in confusion, clearly telling them to put down their weapons. Although the bullets in his hand had been retreated, who knows if they were completely clean?

  Zhao Wenxing held the binoculars and watched the enemy's movements, saying: "The devils have surrendered, they haven't put down their guns, maybe they're not surrendering to us!" As he said this, he looked in another direction and continued: "We've arrived too late again." After speaking, he handed the binoculars to Gao Fei.

  Gao Fei glanced at Zhao Wenxing, then looked out at the devils with his binoculars. Not far from the devils, several dozen people from Qinglong Village were also peeking out from their hiding spots. "Damn it, it's Qinglong Village again." Ever since he was humiliated by Shan Yixuan last time and lost all face, the three words "Qinglong Village" had been deeply etched in Gao Fei's heart.

  Shan Yixuan saw that almost everyone's bullets had retreated from their hands and asked: "Which one of you is a doctor?"

  As soon as Shan Yixuan's words fell, a man carrying a medicine box stood up and said, "I am."

  Dan Yixuan looked at the speaking ghost and pointed to Qingteng Yimu, saying lightly: "Give your captain a bandage, don't let the wound get infected!"

  "Ah-hai!" The ghost bowed to Shan Yixuan and walked quickly to Qingteng Yimu's side, opening the medicine box and starting work.

  Dan Yixuan walked out of the Chuihua Building with a handgun, and at the entrance of the stairs, he could see Japanese devils and puppet army corpses everywhere. A few hours ago, this was still a "warm" restaurant, but now it was filled with bloody smells like a slaughterhouse.

  Shan Yixuan walked out of the restaurant, took a deep breath and muttered to himself: "The air outside is still better."

  Shan Yixuan looked at both sides of the road, one side was Zhao Tuanzhang of the Eighth Route Army, and the other side were dozens of his own brothers. He couldn't help but smile bitterly, if you had come a little earlier, perhaps big brother wouldn't have died in this Cuihua Building.

  Zhao Wenzhen and Xiao Feng saw Shan Yixuan covered in blood, but he walked out of the wine tower with a calm and contented expression, shocking everyone.