dognovel Chapter 119: The Japs' Confession
Chapter 119: The Japs' Confession
Zhang Ercuizi knew that the Japanese soldier Matsui was at the end of his rope. As the saying goes, when a father dies and a mother remarries, everyone has to take care of themselves, so he immediately showed his ugly face.
Who would have thought that by doing so, he would attract Chen Yan's attention.
Ouch! I was looking for you, and you popped out by yourself.
At this time, Chen Yan looked at Zhang Ercui with amusement, "Cripple, do you still recognize me?"
The chaos just now frightened him so much that he didn't even dare to look up, for fear of meeting the eyes of some troublesome devil and losing his life by accident.
Hearing Chen Yan's words, Zhang Erguizi looked in the direction of the voice and a glimmer of hope surged in his heart.
Could it be that I met someone I knew?
When Chen Yan's smiling face gradually became clear in his field of vision, he felt as if he had been banished to the cold palace.
Oh my god, is it him?
It's him, it's him, it's him!
Suddenly, Zhang Ercui subconsciously touched his lame leg.
He will never forget this face for the rest of his life. Last time, he stole two bags of food and broke one of my legs without saying a word.
Hundreds of people died this time, my life is over!
At this moment, he was disheartened and said nothing, as if he was silently waiting for the judgment of death.
Chen Yan walked up and patted his head:
"Cripple, now that you've become a big shot, you dare to come to my territory and do whatever you want.
There is a street in western and northern Shanxi. I've never asked around to find out who is the boss of this area.
I left you a good leg last time. Are you walking with the wind now? You've become a smart guy.
Wait, I'll deal with that beast first, and then I'll deal with you."
Death is not scary. What is scary is the heart-pounding feeling of waiting for death.
At this time, Zhang Erguizi's brain had gone blank and his heart skipped a beat from time to time.
Chen Yan turned and walked towards Song Jing, leaning over and looking at him with a look of disdain:
"Did you massacre the people in Donghuagang Village and Xique Village?"
Matsui came from the Yoshino Division, and the pride of the Imperial Japanese Army did not allow him to lower his proud head.
He stuck his neck out and kept cursing, "Baga, Baga Yalu!"
A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Chen Yan's eyes, "Oh, you little bastard, there are at least 30 major generals who died in my hands, if not 20. How can a lieutenant like you get the confidence to show your teeth to me?"
Chen Yan turned around and called out: "San'er, teach him how to behave."
Li San was like a cold judge, he just nodded slightly, rolled up his sleeves and walked towards Matsui:
"I've just been leading our troops in training for a month, and I'm already pissed off by these bastards. The Eighth Route Army has regulations that prohibit corporal punishment of soldiers, and you deserve to be the scapegoat."
As Li San spoke, his biceps tensed, and his rough big hands made a rapid roaring sound as they passed through the air!
Snapped!
Snapped!
Snapped!
......
Li Sanhu's slapping was so loud that the soldiers in the special operations battalion were trembling with fear.
I finally understand why corporal punishment of soldiers is not allowed. It makes sense!
The line between venting personal anger and corporal punishment is unclear.
Li San panted and slapped for more than ten minutes, knocking away five or six of Matsui's teeth. He wiped the blood off his hands and said sarcastically:
"This bastard is really tough!"
In Chen Yan's eyes, Matsui was doomed to die. But before he died, he needed Matsui to leave something behind, a very important piece of evidence that could prove the crimes of the Japanese army in the future.
Matsui was beaten beyond recognition, with the right cheek bone sunken in and blood flowing from his mouth, but he still looked like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water.
"Chinese, do you think I'm afraid of death? Being able to sacrifice for the Empire of Japan is the highest honor for a soldier."
Chen Yan looked at him playfully, "You've got guts! I hope your body is as hard as your mouth."
Then, Chen Yan said coldly, "Next, continue."
Snapped!
Snapped!
Snapped!
......
The loud slap blooms again!
Chen Yan narrowed his eyes and looked Matsui up and down.
This kind of person has militarist beliefs, and it is difficult to get what you want from him, unless you break down his psychological defenses and wipe out his beliefs. So Chen Yan was not in a hurry and planned to play with him first to temper his temper.
The soldiers of the special operations battalion did nothing else, and at Chen Yan's signal, more than 30 people in the room lined up in a long queue. Everyone was eager to try, as if they were participating in a free lottery event, and they were extremely excited.
Matsui leaned against the wall weakly, watching the Chinese soldiers in front of him ruthlessly slapping his face, and kept cursing:
"Qiu, you curse, you inhuman beast..."
Everyone repeated these few lines over and over again, and Matsui had memorized them all.
Although the spirit of Bushido is deeply rooted in his heart, only those who get beaten know it.
It hurts so much!
What's more, this group of hateful Chinese people build their happiness on my pain, they are simply devilish!
He now has only one hope, and that is to die quickly!
Seeing that there was only one person left in the slapping team, Matsui finally relaxed his tense emotions; it was finally over.
At this time, Chen Yan raised his eyebrows and said with a smile:
"One more round."
Matsui finally couldn't bear it anymore, and he was almost going crazy, before he could even utter a word to refute.
Then there was a loud snap, which completely made him feel hopeless.
At this time, the other Japanese and puppet troops watched Chen Yan torturing Matsui, and their souls were trembling deeply.
After another round, Matsui was no different from dead.
Seeing that the time was right, Chen Yan grabbed his head, intending to say something to him. He patted Matsui's face, and seeing that he didn't respond, he grabbed his hair and slammed him against the wall.
duang!
duang!
duang!
......
Chen Yan's face showed no extra expression, and he kept muttering:
"You son of a bitch, you massacred unarmed civilians, and you still call yourself a human being?
You actually roast children to eat. Aren’t you afraid that you won’t be able to sleep at night?
......
Matsui's consciousness gradually became blurred at this time. He realized that death had come. He did not feel sad at all. Instead, he was very happy that he finally did not have to suffer in life.
After venting his anger, Chen Yan lit a cigarette to calm down.
Li San sniffed and said, "Brother, the person is dying."
"Give him a shot of cardiotonic. We can't let this bastard die easily."
Two minutes later, Matsui opened his eyes again, and in an instant he felt so desperate that he seemed to have aged dozens of years.
Chen Yan shook the cardiotonic needle in his hand and said, "Your life is mine, I allow you to die!
If you want to die, just write down your crimes of massacre in a confession letter."
This is Chen Yan’s real purpose.
Hearing this, Matsui seemed to have heard something extremely terrifying. His whole body was shaking and his mouth was pale.
"No, you can kill me or torture me, but you must not write a confession."
Chen Yan threw the cigarette butt into Matsui's hand. With a sizzling sound, the high temperature of the cigarette butt scorched the skin and flesh:
"You don't want to write? Okay, then let's continue and try something new this time."