Anti-Japanese War, weapons designer at Fengtian Arsenal

The trial was still going on, and Ono Tomotaka felt betrayed. His subordinates, whom he used to trust, had all surrendered to the tyranny of the punitive army, which made him extremely angry.

But this aroused his desire to win. He would never surrender, even if he was fighting alone!

Li Weiguo asked: "Major Ono Chitaka, the evidence is in front of you, and your colleagues have confessed to the facts. Do you have anything else to say?"

"You are just listing the crimes. Who knows how those people died? Maybe they died of plague, or they died of freezing weather, or maybe they were killed by the defeated Northeastern Army themselves. Who knows?"

Ono Tomotaka was going to deny it to the end, and Li Weiguo didn't plan to continue to argue with him. The trial could have come to a conclusion here, and the Punitive Army would publish photos of the massacre in the Dragon Daily and distribute them to the whole world. By then, no matter whether he admitted it or not, the matter would be revealed to the world.

Li Weiguo sorted the files and photos on the table into a stack. He was about to conduct the final judgment on Ono Tomohisa, but before that, he had one more question to ask.

"Ono Chitaka, I have one last question for you. You can choose not to answer the following questions, but if you choose to answer, please follow your heart.

Ono Chitaka, you have family in your homeland, right? A man of your age may have a beautiful wife and beautiful children. I want to ask you, you have killed so many innocent people in this land. How will you kiss your wife and hug your children when you return to your homeland? "

As soon as these words were spoken, the venue fell into deathly silence, and all the participants stared at Ono Tomohisa's face, wanting to see how he would answer.

Ono Chitaka trembled all over and was in a trance for a moment. He stood there with a slightly stiff expression and trembling lips, not knowing how to answer this question.

The entire scene was captured by a hidden high-definition camera, which also zoomed in to give Ono Chitaka a close-up of his face.

Ono Chih-taka stood there with a dazed look for 21 seconds. Finally, he replied in a very weak voice: "I don't know what you are talking about."

Everyone was a little disappointed. Seeing him remain silent for so long, they thought he would plead guilty.

The photographer hiding under the table in the judge's booth was very satisfied, because he knew he had captured something good.

This video was later extracted, processed black and white by No. 0 and then loaded onto film. This image has since left a significant mark in history.

The close-up shot of Ono Chitaka's silence was later called "The Last 21 Seconds of Humanity of the Beast". Countless people who have watched this video in later generations can see that the last question asked by Li Weiguo touched Ono Chitaka's heart, which made him silent for 21 seconds.

Of course, what made this film famous in history is not only the close-up shot that recorded the last revelation of a Japanese soldier's humanity, but also the cruel punishment he received in the end.

"All rise!"

Li Weiguo stood up and began to announce Ono Tomohisa's ending.

"Major Ono Chitaka, since you arrived in Shuangshan County, you have organized many persecutions against anti-Japanese people and ordered your troops to carry out a planned massacre of the people within 2000 miles of Shuangshan County. It has been found that more than people died at your hands. The evidence is irrefutable and your crime is unforgivable.

Ono Tomotaka, you have committed war crimes, robbery, murder, and crimes against humanity. You have caused immeasurable harm to our people and have had an extremely bad impact!

Your crimes cannot be punished by modern criminal law, and the thousands of families you destroyed cannot be comforted. Moreover, there are many Japanese officers who have committed the same crimes as you who are still at large. In order to serve as a warning, this court sentences you..."

Having said that, Li Weiguo paused for a moment to let everyone be mentally prepared, because what he said next was a bit shocking.

Ono Chitaka's heart skipped a beat. What do you mean my crime cannot be punished by modern punishment? What are you going to do? Look for it in ancient punishments?

You're right, you're right, this little clever guy has a very quick mind.

Li Weiguo shouted out the next words with great force.

"This court sentences you to death by eating too much snacks!"

With a loud bang, everyone present exclaimed in disbelief, snacks! It's actually snacks!

Even though many of the older generation present here came from the old times with pigtails, it is a new era after all. How can we still see the old skills?

Ono Chitaka's mind was in a mess. Snacks, what a niche word. As a Chinese speaker, he naturally knew what the word snacks meant. This thing seemed to be something that could only be seen in the history books of the feudal dynasties? Could he go there in person?

Ono Jixiao's head was dizzy. When Li Weiguo's order of immediate execution reached his ears, he suddenly realized that he seemed to be about to face a huge terror!

"Ah! No! You can't do this!! You are not qualified to judge me!! You..."

Ono Tomohisa was in disbelief and panic. He cried and howled, but the ending was already decided and no one listened to what he said.

The people cheered loudly and cast playful and relieved looks at him. In their eyes, Ono Tomohisa was no longer a person, but Shawarma.

The people wanted to see how shawarma was made, so they followed the disciplinary soldiers and watched Ono Tomohisa being escorted to the execution ground.

What discouraged the people was that the production process of Shawarma was not disclosed to the public. The high-ranking officials of the Punitive Army considered that the production process of Shawarma was too cruel and not suitable for public viewing, so they prepared an empty warehouse, sent Ono Tomohisa inside and then closed the door.

The door of the warehouse was closed, isolating it from the noise outside. When Ono Tomohisa saw the large number of shawarma-making tools in the warehouse, he was scared to death and shouted that he didn't want to make shawarma. Then he begged for mercy frantically and even started to reveal explosive information about the Kwantung Army.

At this time, there were two disciplinary soldiers and a supervisor wearing black clothes and black pants in the warehouse. The supervisor ignored his revelations and had him handcuffed to an iron chair.

Two disciplinary soldiers placed a pot of sake and a plate with a few pieces of sushi on the table in front of Ono Tomohisa. Then they placed a countdown hourglass on the plate.

After doing all this, the three of them sat aside and smoked, ignoring Ono Ji Hyo's shouting, and just glanced at the hourglass from time to time.

Ono Chitaka also knew what the hourglass meant. When he became hoarse from shouting, he found that no one paid any attention to him and the hourglass was almost empty. He hurriedly picked up the sake and drank it all. After all, alcohol could numb his nerves and make him feel less pain.

When the hourglass ran out of time, the two soldiers cleared the things on the table. The supervisor took out a piece of rice paper and spread it on the table, then a brush and a sharpened inkstone.

The instructor said to the confused Ono Zhixiao: "Out of humanitarian considerations, the Punishment Army allows you to leave a last letter for your family. This letter will be forwarded to the Kwantung Army Headquarters and asked them to pass it on to your family in the mainland."

After collecting the punishment, the teacher turned the hourglass over and put it back on the table.

Ono Tomohisa watched the golden grains of sand fall, just like his life slipping away.

He picked up a brush and wanted to use it to commit suicide, but when he picked it up, he found that the brush holder was made of soft rubber. It was fine for writing, but it was impossible to use it to commit suicide. He had no choice but to write a last letter to his family in tears.

Driven by fear, the calligraphy written by Ono Tomotaka looks like hieroglyphics, and it is unknown whether his family can understand it.

When the hourglass ran out and the family letter was taken away, two punitive soldiers untied him, transferred him to a special rack, and tied him up in the shape of a cross.

The supervisor picked up some of the wonderful little toys he had carefully made, walked up to Ono Chitaka, and gave a sunny smile.

“Now, let’s start making shawarma!”