The evil forces roaming the heavens

Chapter 1047 Zhang Cheng: "Stand up, I ask you to stand up!"

Iwo Jima, Wonsan,

Under the powerful firepower support, the Japanese army has been cornered.

Because there are only two paths before them: either be completely destroyed or surrender!
However, the second option obviously does not exist, because the team responsible for the main attack is the Special Operations Battalion of the 1st Marine Division!

That is the "assault team" led by Zhang Cheng!
To him, the battlefield is a stage for the strong, so there is no option of surrender. You either die standing or kneel down and have your neck broken by him.

Zhang Cheng: Surrender, I have never learned these two words!

Japanese Army: Those who smoke are heroes!
"Boom boom boom!"

The Yuanshan area was bombarded with gunfire, and dust continued to fall on the map.
Looking at the nearly unsolvable situation, Tadamichi Kuribayashi was filled with despair.
Because he knew very well that he could not reverse the situation, he could only issue a final "die with honor" statement to the headquarters.
"Lieutenant General, Lieutenant Colonel Nishitakeichi was killed in action!"

He came to Kuribayashi Tadamichi with sorrow, and the messenger told him the bad news.
"What? Nishitake Kazu-kun!"

Looking at the messenger in front of him, Kuribayashi Tadamichi's sadness at this moment became more intense.

Half an hour ago, in front of a position in Yuanshan, the special operations battalion was launching a frantic attack.
Facing the menacing special operations battalion, Nishitake Ichi roared, "For the sake of His Majesty the Emperor, get on board!"

"Onboard!"

Shouting in unison, the Japanese soldiers also roared.

"Onboard, onboard, onboard every day, fuck you, can't you use a different word?"

Piercing the heart of the Japanese soldier in front of him, Zhang Cheng pressed his cheek, and kept exerting force with his five fingers.

"Crack!"

There was a sound of cracking, and the Japanese army completely lost their support and lay on the ground like mud.
Throwing the other person away in disdain, Zhang Cheng said fiercely, "Heavy machine gun team, move forward!"

"Crash!"

As Zhang Cheng finished speaking, the heavy machine gunners in the rear came to the position one after another.
Seeing the Japanese soldiers rushing out, they pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Ta-ta-ta-ta!"

Looking at the Japanese soldiers falling like straw, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but yell, "Stop!"

In an instant, the battlefield fell silent.

When Xi Zhuyi, who came out holding a samurai sword, saw the soldiers dying in battle, he couldn't help but roared, "Assholes!"

“Is this guy a celebrity?”

Turning his head, Zhang Cheng looked at James beside him and asked,

"He seems to be an Olympic equestrian champion! I wonder what his blood is like!"

James explained to Zhang Cheng,

"interesting!"

Hearing James' words, Zhang Cheng slowly walked forward, stepped on the bodies of the Japanese soldiers and said, "Hey, your soldiers are all dead, don't you plan to accompany them?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng angrily, Xi Zhuyi roared and stepped forward, slashing with the samurai sword in his hand.

"Clang!"

He blocked it with a three-edged military dagger, and Zhang Cheng kicked it out playfully.
"Crack!"

With his left kneecap broken, Xi Zhuyi fell to the ground in agony.

Struggling to stand up, Xi Zhuyi was stepped on by Zhang Cheng again and his kneecap was broken before he could turn over.
Looking at Xi Zhuyi who had lost both legs, Zhang Cheng couldn't help laughing and said, "How about it, equestrian champion, can you stand up? Do you want me to equip you with a war horse?"

Seeing Zhang Cheng teasing Xi Zhuyi like this, Logan couldn't bear it and said, "Enough, Zhang, kill him!" "You are not much kinder than me!"

Looking at Logan behind him, Zhang Cheng picked up the samurai sword on the ground, then looked at Xi Zhu and said, "How about I help you with this?"

Throwing down the three-edged military dagger in his hand, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but look at Xi Zhuyi.

After hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Xi Zhuyi raised his head and said, "The soldiers of the Empire of Japan will not be insulted!"

At this point, Xi Zhuyi held the three-edged military bayonet and pierced through his abdomen.

But at this moment, Zhang Cheng covered his stomach and sneered, "Fool, you can't use a three-edged bayonet to commit seppuku, you should use wakizashi, wait for your blood to drain, idiot!"

Taking the three-edged military dagger away with his backhand, Zhang Cheng turned around and said, "Guess how long it will take for him to bleed out."

"I'll go first, fifty dollars, two minutes!"

"Isn't that too much? One and a half cents for two hundred dollars!"

As the other American soldiers stepped forward and spoke, everyone started discussing.
Looking at the ridicule from all around and Zhang Cheng's cold gaze, Xi Zhuyi wished he could die right now.

But even so, the weapon closest to him was several meters away.

Looking at all this in despair, Xi Zhuyi collapsed to the ground, his eyes constantly flashing with past memories.

But when death was getting closer, Xi Zhuyi's heart began to waver, because he didn't seem to want to die anymore.

"Help, save me."

Struggling to raise his hand, Xi Zhuyi couldn't help but look at Zhang Cheng.
Crouching in front of Xi Zhuyi, Zhang Cheng tilted his neck and said, "Aren't you afraid of death? Why don't you pray to your Emperor to save you? Hahahaha!"

Looking at Xi Zhuyi, Zhang Cheng came up to him and said, "You know what? I like to see you guys' despair before death the most. It makes me feel happy!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng with a pale face, Xi Zhuyi couldn't help but collapse at this moment, his eyes full of despair.

"Yes, yes, that's the expression!"

Looking at Xi Zhuyi jokingly, Zhang Cheng turned around and said, "When he dies, chop off his head. I'll take it back and put it in the office as a decoration!"

When Xi Zhuyi heard Zhang Cheng say this before he died, he completely collapsed.

Under the night sky, the stars are hanging high in the sky.
The continuous attacks during the day had exhausted the special operations battalion.
If it were an ordinary team, they would have collapsed in the intense killing, but here, people's faces were filled with smiles.

Because they had already heard on the radio that the Far East Group had set up a charity fund to provide hundreds of millions of dollars in "aid" to the families of frontline soldiers.

Although they work hard on the front line, when they think about the delicious food and drinks at home, what else can they be dissatisfied with!
Especially Zhang Cheng, the battalion commander, was always at the front line in every battle.

Why do Americans like individual heroism? It’s because they have never encountered it in reality!
Now we have a real "heroic battalion commander" who not only charges at the front but also provides them with a good life. So is killing some Japanese soldiers a big deal?
Special Operations Battalion: What's wrong with me killing some Japanese soldiers? Look at me, I kill some Japanese soldiers, what's wrong with that!
Zhang Cheng: Franklin is so great!

"Battalion Commander, there are two Japanese soldiers here who want to surrender!"

Just as Zhang Cheng was sitting in front of the campfire thinking, he saw an American soldier coming over and couldn't help but shouting,
"Surrender? Have you forgotten the rules?"

Looking at the American soldiers, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but ask,

After hearing Zhang Cheng's words, the other party immediately realized something, drew his gun, and used an American Iai style.
"That's right, we don't need any prisoners!"

Looking at the American soldiers, Zhang Cheng smiled.

Hiding in the darkness, watching his companions being killed, Saigo Noboru covered his mouth and choked with pain.

【Letter from Iwo Jima! 】

Because he didn't expect that the US military did not treat the so-called prisoners in a friendly way at all, but executed them outright!

The main reason was that they chose the wrong person to surrender to. After all, if they had chosen other American teams, they might have had a chance to survive!
(End of this chapter)