Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

The regiment commander saluted Du Lin, then turned around and gave the order: "Prepare for execution!"

The sound quickly spread to the ears of every soldier. The sharp sword shone coldly in the sun, like the sickle of the god of death, step by step approaching the Fuso surrendered soldiers who had no power to fight back.

Every Fuso surrendered soldier showed a different posture of despair at the moment when the sword was about to fall. Some curled up in a ball, trying to escape the upcoming fate in this posture; some opened their eyes wide and stared at the sky, as if looking for the last possibility of relief;

Others clenched their teeth and said nothing, but their clenched fists and trembling bodies revealed their inner fear and unwillingness.

The first knife fell so fast that people could hardly see the movement. Only a "snap" sound was heard, and the head of a surrendered soldier fell off, and blood splattered like a blooming red lotus, which was extremely shocking.

During this process, the team leader stood aside with a stern face, watching it all with his eyes straight ahead, without the slightest hesitation.

Compared with the cruelty of the Japanese devils, this is nothing. You have to know that after the outbreak of the Northeast War, these Japanese devils often took pleasure in massacring civilians and soldiers of the Northeast Army.

The bodies of the surrendered soldiers who were killed gradually lost their temperature. After the fire of life was extinguished, their bodies fell to the ground powerlessly like empty shells without souls.

Those who had not yet been beheaded witnessed the tragic scenes, and were almost swallowed up by fear and despair. Their eyes were full of the desire to survive, but they could only accept this cruel reality silently.

As time went by, the blood on the field accumulated more and more, forming a dazzling red carpet, and then gathered into streams, which looked particularly shocking.

Seeing this, Tokugawa Mitsuka's eyes were filled with anger like a wildfire that spread across the prairie in an instant. He suddenly broke free from the restraints of the guards beside him and rushed towards Du Lin desperately, his eyes red and his throat roaring like a beast: "Du Lin! How dare you so blatantly violate the international war convention and ruthlessly kill these prisoners who have laid down their arms! You are trampling on human rights and committing an anti-human act! You will become a sinner in history!"

His voice echoed in the empty field, full of anger and unwillingness, as if it would penetrate everyone's eardrums and reach the depths of their souls. Tokugawa Mitsuka's body was shaking with anger, his hands were clenched into fists, veins bulging, showing his extreme anger and despair.

However, facing Tokugawa Mitsuka's roar, Du Lin just sneered, and that smile was full of disdain and ridicule. He slowly walked in front of Tokugawa Mitsuka, looked down at him, and said in a low and powerful voice: "Tokugawa Mitsuka, you seem to have forgotten that it was you Fuso, as the invaders, who committed countless crimes on Chinese soil. Burning, killing, looting, and committing all kinds of evil, how are you going to pay back those innocent lives and the dignity that you trampled on? You don't even abide by the rules of war, so what qualifications do you have to blame me?"

Du Lin's words were like a sharp blade, cutting into Tokugawa Mizuka's heart. His words not only revealed the truth of the war, but also made Tokugawa Mizuka unable to refute. Tokugawa Mizuka's face turned pale in an instant. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but found that he was speechless.

At this moment, all the anger, resentment, and despair turned into a deep sense of powerlessness. It seemed as if all the strength had been drained out of Tokugawa Mitsuka's body. He staggered a few steps and finally collapsed to the ground.

His eyes were empty and gray, as if they had lost all color and hope. Everything around him became blurry and distant, leaving only the pain and regret in his heart spreading endlessly.

After hundreds of Fuso prisoners were ruthlessly executed, a heavy and oppressive atmosphere filled the air, as if even breathing had become extremely difficult. The blood dyed the earth red, interweaving with the setting sun to form a tragic picture. At this time, Du Lin slowly turned around, his eyes as sharp as a hawk, and shot directly at Tokugawa Mitsuka who was slumped on the ground.

The anger and unwillingness in Tokugawa Mitsuka's eyes had disappeared, replaced by a deep despair and emptiness. He sat on the ground helplessly, letting the wheel of fate crush him mercilessly. Du Lin's voice, deep and full of majesty, like a verdict from hell, broke the silence at the scene: "Tokugawa Mitsuka, your crimes are too numerous to list. Today, you will pay for all the crimes you have committed. Soon, your emperor will follow in your footsteps and reunite with you in another world."

These words were undoubtedly the final judgment for Tokugawa Mitsuka. He trembled and wanted to say something, but could only utter a faint groan. Du Lin did not give him any chance to breathe. He quickly pulled out his pistol, which was a carefully maintained weapon with a cold metallic luster. His movements were clean and neat, without any hesitation, as if he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

As the trigger was pulled without hesitation, a crisp gunshot pierced the air, ending Tokugawa Mitsuka's life. The bullet penetrated Tokugawa Mitsuka's forehead at an astonishing speed, leaving a shocking blood hole. His eyes froze instantly, and all signs of life stopped at this moment. His body slowly fell down, like a fallen leaf, lightly landing on the blood-stained land.

With the fall of Tokugawa Mitsuoka, the battle came to an end.

Du Lin turned to the messenger who had been waiting for orders: "Immediately inform the headquarters that our troops have successfully completed the mission. The remnants of the Mingzhao Division have been completely annihilated, and no one survived. It is confirmed that the battlefield has been cleared. Our army will immediately enter Qingtian Town, set up a defense line, consolidate the results of the battle, and wait for the next order from the headquarters."

Upon hearing this, the messenger quickly organized the communication equipment and quickly tapped on the telegraph machine, converting this exciting news into a series of dense telegram codes, which rushed across the war-torn sky to the Northwest Army Headquarters in the distant southern Kyushu.

In the conference room where the headquarters was located, the atmosphere was tense and full of expectation. Huge battle maps were hung on all four walls, with different colored markers marking the changes in the situation between the enemy and us.

Commander-in-Chief Zheng Zeyu sat at the head of the conference table, his face calm and his eyes sparkling with wisdom. When the telegraph machine beeped, a smile unconsciously formed at the corner of his mouth.

As the telegram was decoded, Zheng Zeyu took the report, quickly glanced through it, and a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

He stood up, looked around at the generals in the conference room, and said in a loud and clear voice: "Everyone, our plan has achieved a crucial victory! The Meisho Division, the enemy that was once known as the Iron Wall, and its ally, the Zentsu Division, have been completely annihilated and can no longer threaten the safety of our rear. Only the Kumamoto Division is left fighting alone in the Kashima area. They are already alone and their defeat is inevitable."

At this point, Zheng Zeyu paused and said, "Now, it's time to show our true strength. I order to immediately notify the Third Army to speed up their pace northward and make sure to attack Huanglong and capture Kashima City in the shortest possible time. This is not only a heavy blow to the enemy, but also a key step for us to open up the southern gateway of the Fukuoka area and achieve our strategic goals. We must let everyone know that the iron hoof of the Northwest Army is unstoppable!"