Bright Sword: Leading the Special Operations Squadron to Fight the Japs

When talking about seppuku we have to talk about the Japanese Bushido spirit. The original Bushido spirit was not the perverted ideology that was distorted and exploited by militarism in modern times.

Bushido was divided into two factions:

One of the factions, let's call it the cultural faction, believed that samurai were the elite class and should learn scientific and cultural knowledge, and also have high moral standards and must never engage in petty theft or bullying.

Moreover, they must uphold justice and assist the monarch in governing the country. If the monarch does not do a good job, they must scold him and give him a damn reason.

The other group is called the reckless group. They don't like to study or be officials. They just like to fight and kill. They serve the monarch wholeheartedly and do whatever the monarch says. They don't take their own lives seriously, and they don't take the lives of others seriously either.

There are only two things you do in your life. One is to be the monarch's thug, and the other is to die. No matter what, death is always right.

There is no doubt that both the monarch and the later damn emperor liked the brainless and reckless people.

After all, as long as I, the monarch, have a brain, you bunch of cattle and horses just need to fight and kill, and don't let them point fingers at me.

Therefore, the reckless faction grew stronger and stronger. These warriors with poor brains had nothing better to do, so they competed to see who was more stupid in order to win the favor of their master. Then they began to study suicide.

Among all the ways of dying, such as jumping into a river, taking poison, and jumping off a cliff, seppuku is the most cruel, violent, shocking, eye-catching, and terrifying way to die.

Just imagine, you are stabbing a knife into your stomach, and that’s not enough, you have to cut it horizontally, so that the intestines and internal organs are scattered all over the floor, while you remain calm, have a cold face, and show no pain, allowing death to approach step by step. How cool is that?

This way of dying is consistent with the reckless Japanese's contempt for death, and embodies a perverted aesthetic of violence.

Since seppuku is so cool, let's all learn it.

For samurai, seppuku could only be committed once in their lifetime, so they took it very seriously.

The first thing is to choose what kind of knife.

If you want to do your job well, you must first sharpen your tools. A good knife can not only reduce the pain of the person committing seppuku, but also show the beauty of seppuku.

Think about it, if you have a weapon that is not suitable for your hand and you stab shallowly, or just scratch the person twice, and the person screams in pain, but does not die, where is the warrior's dignity?

What about poking deeper?

That won't work either. Cutting the intestines and scattering feces all over the floor is like slaughtering a pig. How can there be any violent aesthetics?

Later, in order to cut beautifully and comfortably, the perverted Japanese invented something called "Huai Jian".

This thing doesn't have a fixed length, but is usually within one foot. The blade is thin and sharp, and is usually double-edged. It allows the person committing seppuku to easily and happily cut a cross-shaped opening on the belly, and then the internal organs will flow out slowly and gracefully.

This rapier became popular among samurai circles and is truly a must-have item for every household.

Later, after cutting more, I gained experience. After all, the white knife goes in and the red knife comes out, and it will take several hours for the creature to die.

This kind of pain is really unbearable!

The Japanese simply invented a new way of seppuku: kaishakunin.

The Japanese warriors fought ruthlessly, and when they lost, they were either captured or driven back, which was very shameful.

Since everyone cares about their reputation, if you are ashamed, then don't live.

So he knelt on the ground, took out a sword wrapped in silk and satin from his arms, then recited two lines of suicide poem, and finally inserted the sword into his stomach and scratched it.

Just when you were frowning in pain and about to scream out, the kaishakunin showed mercy and cut a knife on your neck, and that was it.

Later, this more humane method of seppuku became the mainstream, and everyone followed suit.

Not everyone can be the kaishakunin. One must be brave and careful, and discuss with the fellow who is going to commit seppuku in advance when to do the cutting.

It can't be too early, otherwise it won't be entertaining; and it can't be too late, otherwise the guy who is committing seppuku will scream in pain.

And the strength of the person who acts as the excuse must also be controlled well.

It's too light. I have to cut it two more times. It's too cruel.

It was too heavy, and the head was chopped off like a ball and flew around.

The best strength is when the head and neck are glued together by a layer of skin, so the head is hanging in the arms and stuck to the internal organs. It is very violent and aesthetic.

Later, the Japanese warriors made an improvement and stopped carrying swords, but used a fan instead.

He pretended to use a fan to move his belly and muttered a few words, and when it was almost time, the kaishakunin chopped it off with a knife.

The pain value is reduced to zero and the viewing experience is maximized.

When my sister-in-law invaded China, she didn't care about anything and just stabbed people with bayonets.

As a general, Matsuura Toyoichiro would definitely not be stabbed to death by a bayonet. At least he would have a chance to commit seppuku.

But Nagano Fumochang had no interest in discussing seppuku with him.

"Mr. Matsuura Toyoichiro, if you want to commit seppuku, I will be your kaishakunin, but please wait until this battle is over!"

Matsuura Toyoichiro closed his mouth and almost buried his head in his crotch.

Nagano Fumio Changde is now screaming in panic. Of the three brigades under his command, only the 67th Brigade is left. The key point is that Zhangbei's northern defense line has been breached and all the mines have been destroyed. The most important thing is that the casualties of the independent column do not seem to be as great as imagined.

"Sir Liu Yong, I'll leave the rest to you!"

Liu Yong's face was full of flesh and he lowered his head slightly.

"Ha Yi! Swear allegiance to the Emperor until death!"

Liu Yong strode out with big strides. He was just like that damn reckless warrior. He didn't take his own life seriously, let alone the lives of his subordinates.

As long as they can destroy the armored division of the independent column, their four independent infantry battalions can be sacrificed, including himself.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, there was another ten minutes of artillery preparation.

Unlike the previous grassland battle, the next step is to attack Zhangbei County, and street fighting will unfold.

What street fighting tests most is the individual soldier's quality and equipment.

Shen Quan broke into a sweat.

"Order the tank regiment to enter the city carefully to prevent the Japanese suicide squad. The infantry will spread out ten meters on both sides of the tanks to ensure that the Japanese suicide squad is killed as soon as possible!"

Two tank regiments, under the cover of mechanized infantry regiments, entered Zhangbei County from the east and west sides.

The soldiers looked at the ruins of Zhangbei County and their hearts were pounding. Are there still any Japanese soldiers left after the bombing?

Before the soldiers could let their guard down, a small wooden board about one square meter in size quietly opened under a Tiger tank.