12dz Chapter 307 Surrender
Chapter 307 Surrender
Wang Ming looked at the rather messy underground command center and pointed calmly at the remaining Ishida Keio and a dozen lieutenants.
"Speed up the process, it's going to be dark soon, and the soldiers are still waiting for the victory banquet!"
After Wang Ming finished speaking, he put the three officer swords aside, loaded the Type 92 pistol, shook it at Ishida Keio, and then placed it on the cement slab next to him.
"Hurry up and start, or I'll let you see Amaterasu directly if I can't wait any longer!"
Ishida Keio swallowed his saliva in silence. If he still thought of relying on these broken guns to break out of the encirclement at this moment, forget it!
He turned his head
He nodded solemnly to the lieutenants beside him, his eyes full of expectation.
"You are all warriors of the empire. Even if you die here today, you must teach them a lesson! Get on board!"
"Onboard!"
A dozen Japanese lieutenants took off their shirts, took out sanitary napkins, stuck them on their foreheads, and stood in a row holding their command knives.
"Kill him!"
After saying that, he rushed towards the special forces members who were also standing in a row.
In the eyes of the Japanese, how could a short dagger possibly block their command knives!
Even Ding Wei was worried about them and put his hand on the 92 pistol at his waist, ready to pull out his gun and kill the Japanese if the situation went wrong.
Talking about benevolence, righteousness, and morality to the Japanese devils, isn't that an insult to these four words?
The reason why he proposed a one-on-one fight with the Japanese was to reduce casualties among his own people. So, could he still watch the Japanese's command knife pierce into the special forces soldier's chest?
But after the close combat, everyone was dumbfounded. With just one move, the Japanese fell down in almost the same posture, covering their necks and making a sharp sound in pain.
How could a Japanese lieutenant from an ordinary regiment defeat the special forces selected from a large military region?
As Ishida Keio looked at the corpses of the Japanese soldiers lying all around him, his expression became a little more relaxed.
He let out a long sigh, his eyes filled with fatigue and pain.
"Commander Ding, maybe it's our turn now?"
Ding Wei's eyes lit up when he heard this. If he could sing, he would definitely sing "I've waited for so long and finally waited until today".
The big knife blade that scored twice was in Ding Wei's hand, as if it was welded, and no one could take it away.
"Old Kong, Old Xing, you should open your eyes and watch carefully how the swordsman who was famous in northwest Shanxi chopped off the head of the Japanese soldier!"
Ding Wei was full of confidence. He had absolute faith that he could chop off Ishida Keio's head gracefully and quickly, and in no more than three moves.
"Old devil Ishida Keio, make your move!"
Ishida Keio took his sword in his hand, then held it in both hands, rubbing it repeatedly with his eyes.
"Commander Ding Wei, what do you think of my saber?"
"It's OK, but it's not as good as the big knives we have in China. A knife is good for killing people, not for its appearance!"
Ishida Keio looked at the sword again with attachment, then held the sword horizontally in his right hand and stretched it in front of Ding Wei.
When Ding Wei saw that Ishida Keio was preparing to attack, he immediately got into a horse stance, ready to fight head-on with Ishida.
"kill!"
"Autumn Sack! Commander Ding Wei, please wait! I don't want to duel with you, that's what reckless people do. I am willing to surrender, but you must guarantee my treatment as a general!"
Ishida Keio, who was rushing over, stopped and looked at Ishida Keio in disbelief with his eyes wide open like bells.
"What did you say?"
Ishida Keio once again held the sword in both hands, raised it above his head, and brought his legs together.
"I'm saying, I surrender to your army, please guarantee my treatment as a general. If that doesn't work, I can keep my treatment as a lieutenant officer!"
Wang Ming also stood up in surprise and translated Ishida Keiichiro's Japanese language to Ding Wei and others.
As a result, everyone present seemed to be petrified and could not move, except Ding Wei who was very angry.
He took a quick step forward, snatched Ishida Keio's sword, then pulled it out and handed it to Ishida Keio.
"Damn it, you want to surrender now? It's too late! They've all chopped off the heads of the Japanese and had their fun. Now it's finally my turn, and you're surrendering? No way!"
Ding Wei was like a punching bag, looking aggrieved, and had to pull Ishida Keio to fight with him.
But the shrewd Ishida Keio would never be fooled. Once he picked up his sword, the blade of the big knife in Ding Wei's hand would definitely chop him on the forehead without hesitation.
As a result, a funny scene occurred in this dilapidated underground fortification.
A Chinese officer desperately pushed a saber into the hands of a Japanese officer, asking him to stab him, but the Japanese officer hid his hands behind his back and refused to touch the saber.
"Take it!"
"No!"
"Don't want to take it? I'll kill you!"
"Don't take it!"
Ding Wei was so angry that he decided to just chop him to death.
But Kong Jie and Xing Zhiguo stopped him.
"Lao Ding, forget it, forget it. The Japanese has kowtowed to us and admitted his fault, so we will spare his life!"
"That's right. Don't hit a smiling person. Let's not bother with him. Besides, this is the first time that a Japanese general surrenders to us. Isn't this more honorable than killing him? You, Old Ding, will definitely be in the newspapers by then, right?"
Ding Wei was half-believing and half-doubting. Although he really wanted to chop Ishida Keio to pieces with a knife, he felt that what the two old brothers said made a lot of sense and seemed to be really interesting.
"Really? You two are not lying to me, are you? You two have had enough and are full. When I picked up my chopsticks and prepared to start eating, you told me that the table was overturned?"
Kong Jie snatched the big knife blade and command knife from Ding Wei's hands and patted him on the shoulder.
"When has our Lao Kong ever lied to you? You, Lao Kong, are the first person in the history of our country to accept the surrender of a Japanese general. Isn't this more impressive than beheading him?"
"That's right. If you kill him, it will be satisfying. But if we count the people who killed the Japanese general, Lao Kong is first, I am second, and you are third at most! Think about it, which one is more glorious!"
The two of them talked back and forth, and finally Ding Wei accepted the arrangement. He found a camera and took a photo.
"Ishida Keio, this is good luck. I'm in a good mood today, otherwise you, an old devil, would have been killed by my sword long ago!"
Without his subordinates watching, Ishida Keio now has no idol baggage, and his role changes quickly, and he has entered the state of a prisoner of war.
"Ha Yi! Commander Ding Wei, since I have surrendered, please control your men and ensure my safety. Also, I would like a bowl of Northeastern rice!"
Ding Wei pointed at the chattering Ishida Keio and shouted at Wang Ming:
"What did this old devil say?"