my scientific age

Chapter 445 I am a sinner!
His speech was fluent and standard, with a distinct Tokyo accent.

Xiao Li kept repeating professional persuasion phrases, but as for anything else, sorry, he didn't know.

The shouts reached the main building.

"Uei-kun, the enemy can actually shout in Japanese, asking us to lay down our weapons and promising to treat prisoners well." At the second-floor window of the main building, Harada Miya, the supreme commander of the Sixth Bomber Squadron, was stunned when he heard the sudden appearance of Japanese. His expression was extremely solemn. This enemy force was too powerful; they even knew Japanese.

“Harada-kun, we’re in trouble. Judging from the individual skills and weaponry of this unit, as well as their current use of Japanese in their communications, I think we’ve encountered the most formidable unit in the Chinese army.” Kamii Izumi, the supreme commander of the 7th Bomber Squadron, made his assessment with a grim expression.

“Uei-kun, Commander Oguri has been killed in action. Now you and I are the highest-ranking officers. We must make a choice: continue fighting or surrender. The enemy probably won’t give us much time.” Harada Miya took a deep breath, keeping his mind calm, and said to Uei Izumi.

Yangmingbao Airport is occupied by a bomber squadron. The squadron's highest commander, Lieutenant Colonel Oguri Hirano, has just been killed in action. Majors Harada Miyako and Kawai Izumi are currently the highest-ranking officers.

Since the two men hold the same rank, they must make a joint decision.

Around the second floor, more than a dozen Japanese pilots gripped their Nambu pistols tightly, their faces serious. Some were disheveled, and some were even naked. They were fast asleep when the enemy attacked the airfield, and by the time they realized what was happening, the enemy had already advanced to the accommodation area.

Now, their choice will determine the fate of all the pilots and guards present.

"What are your thoughts, Harada-kun?" Izumi Uei turned to look at the many pilots and guards behind him, paused for a few seconds, and then asked.

“My choice is… to surrender. I can’t let my men go to their deaths. They are the best pilots in the Osaka area. They have gone through countless trials from basic selection to flight training. They cannot die in vain.” Harada paused and calmly stated his thoughts: “Their parents are still waiting for them to go back.”

Upon hearing this, the main building fell silent.

The Japanese pilots belonging to the 6th Bomber Squadron stirred slightly, but all remained silent. Although loyalty to His Majesty the Emperor was the first lesson they learned upon entering the military, life was undoubtedly more precious.

The Emperor is precious, but life is more valuable.

Cherishing life is the motto of Osaka residents.

The Japanese pilots belonging to the 7th Bomber Squadron also remained silent. Although they were not from Osaka, no one wanted to die in vain.

Harada's words, and the silence of his subordinates and the guards, all pointed to one fact: they had completely lost their will to fight. Sensing the atmosphere around them, Kawai Izumi understood everyone's choice.

“Harada-kun, as a soldier of the Empire, your choice shames me. You have broken your oath to serve His Majesty the Emperor and the Great Japanese Empire. You are a sinner. But as the commander of the 7th Bomber Squadron, your choice is correct. I cannot let the Empire’s excellent pilots, to whom we have spent countless efforts and money, die in vain.” Izumi Uei took a deep breath, looked at Prince Harada in front of him, and said solemnly, “Surrender.”

"I accept all your accusations and criticisms, Uei-kun!" Harada-miya bowed slightly upon hearing these words.

"No need, Harada-kun. You are a China expert. Live well with my men. Long live the Great Japanese Empire! Long live His Majesty the Emperor!" Kawai Izumi shook his head, his face resolute. He took out a naval officer's pistol from his waist, tilted his head back at a 45-degree angle, roared loudly to swear his loyalty, pointed the gun at his temple, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang!" With a loud gunshot, Izumi Uei, the supreme commander of the 7th Bomber Squadron, chose to commit suicide, fulfilling his original vow.

Gunfire erupted, and the Third Battalion outside immediately went on high alert. However, Zhao Chongde soon noticed a white flag slowly extending from the second floor of the main building. The tightly closed doors of the main building slowly opened, and a Japanese soldier threw out his Type 38 rifle, holding a slowly burning torch, and slowly walked out of the main building.

"Battalion Commander, the Japanese have surrendered!" Guard Li shouted immediately.

"Hahaha, everyone keep an eye on your guns, don't let them go off accidentally, stay alert." Zhao Chongde was overjoyed at the sight and quickly gave the order. Although he didn't know what had happened inside the main building, he knew he had hit the jackpot.

We caught a big fish!
Japanese pilots were the most valuable branch of the Japanese military, bar none.

With the first Japanese soldier surrendering and in a safe position, Harada-miya was finally relieved, confirming that the enemy would not continue to harm them. Soon, more than ten Japanese soldiers belonging to the airport garrison left the main building, dropped their guns, and stood in formation in the open space next to them. Then, the Japanese pilots left the main building, discarded their Nambu pistols, and stood in formation as they had in their usual training.

All the soldiers in the Third Battalion gripped their rifles tightly, staring intently at every Japanese soldier who walked out of the main building. Although their eyes were filled with hatred, no one fired a shot without authorization.

Before long, all the Japanese pilots came out of the main building, leaving only one.

“I am a sinner.” Harada Miyako glanced at Uei Izumi lying on the ground, shook his head and sighed, straightened his military uniform, put on his military cap and command sword, and strode forward toward the main building’s entrance.

Starting today, the Sixth Bomber Squadron will cease to exist.

Upon stepping out of the gate, Harada saw the enemy troops dozens of meters away. Without saying a word, he walked straight forward, step by step, to the front of the pilots' and garrison soldiers' ranks. He stood at attention, raised his command sword with both hands, and bowed slightly.

"The highest-ranking officer of the 6th Bomber Squadron, Haratami, along with the pilots of the 6th and 7th Bomber Squadrons and the soldiers of the airfield garrison, surrender unconditionally to your forces."

His voice was loud and powerful, with a accent reminiscent of Northern Mandarin. To adapt to the Chinese battlefield, Harada Miya, as a pilot, spent a great deal of time learning Chinese and Chinese culture, and his Chinese proficiency was quite excellent.

Upon hearing Harada's words, Zhao Chongde looked surprised, not expecting the other party to speak Chinese. He put away his gun, stood up, left the cover, and headed towards Harada at the front. The surrounding soldiers quickly followed and surrounded the entire surrendering team.

"I am Zhao Chongde, battalion commander of the 3rd Battalion, 769th Regiment, 385th Brigade, 129th Division, 18th Group Army of the Chinese National Revolutionary Army. I now accept your unconditional surrender. Our army treats prisoners of war well, so please rest assured." Zhao Chongde came to Harada Miyako with a serious expression and stood tall. After stating his organization and identity, he extended his right hand and took the command sword, a symbol of power and status, from Harada Miyako's hand.

"You're the Eighth Route Army?!" Harada was stunned when he heard Zhao Chongde announce the unit number. He never imagined that the troops that attacked Yangmingbao Airport tonight would be part of the Eighth Route Army.