Bright Sword: Japs, times have changed

The soldier tied to the cross had no intact skin on his body, and no wound was healing. There was visibly decay.

The only thing still intact was the warrior's face, which had only a few wounds.

The soldier was already dying at this time, with an expander stuffed in his mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue to commit suicide.

"Fuck you! Even if I die, I won't reveal any information to you!"

Due to the expansion period, Okamoto couldn't hear clearly what the warrior was saying.

After confirming it was safe, Okamoto reached out and took the thing out of the soldier's mouth and asked again, "It's been so long, haven't you made up your mind yet?"

"I miss your grandma!"

The warrior took a deep breath and cursed Okamoto.

The curses were so harsh that Okamoto was so angry that his face turned red. He raised his hand as if to slap him, but his raised hand never hit the soldier's face.

It's not that Okamoto couldn't do it, but he was worried that the slap would be too hard and cause the person to fall unconscious.

"Hit me, Grandpa! If I scream, I'll be your son!"

The soldier's tone was very weak, but it could not conceal his inner determination and his unyielding spirit.

This was the seventeenth day since he was captured. Seventeen days ago, he was ordered to come to the county town to find underground comrades to gather intelligence, but he didn't know that the comrades inside the county town had already been betrayed, and there was only one traitor left waiting for him to be delivered to his door.

When the two met, he was still wondering why the others didn't show up, but the next second the Japanese soldiers who rushed in told him the answer.

He couldn't believe it was true and angrily asked the traitor why he did this.

However, the traitor never had the chance to speak, because the Japanese killed him the moment he was caught.

During the following period, the Japanese tortured him inhumanely every day, forcing him to tell them about the situation of his team and asking him to be a spy for the Japanese.

With their unwavering will and unshakable faith, the soldiers replied to the devil with only one sentence: "I am your ancestor!"

He hadn't come down to interrogate him for three or four days, and Okamoto thought that this guy had surrendered, so he came down with a letter of surrender. However, he found that the other party was still unwilling to cooperate, which forced him to become ruthless.

After putting away the surrender letter in his hand, Okamoto slowly walked to the table where the torture instruments were stored, picked up a boning knife, and carefully examined it in front of him, saying threateningly: "I have cut a lot of meat with this knife, but there are not many people who can let me use this knife. They all have one thing in common with you: they are very stubborn."

"And what I like most is people who are stubborn. Such people often bring me great pleasure. I will slowly enjoy the process of cutting off your flesh piece by piece until you agree to cooperate."

"This process will take a long time, but don't worry, I won't let you die. I want you to watch with your own eyes as your flesh is cut off and roasted before you eat it all."

"I think you'll really enjoy tasting yourself!"

Since physical torture could not make the warrior surrender, Okamoto used another method and defeated the opponent on the spiritual level, making the described images appear in his mind and finally causing him to collapse.

But he completely underestimated the warrior's unwavering faith. He was not afraid of either physical torture or spiritual attacks.

When his mouth could not move, the thing he wanted to do most was to bite off his tongue. It didn't matter to him whether he would actually die or not. What mattered was that no matter how the Japanese tortured him, even if he really couldn't bear it anymore, he couldn't tell the Japanese the information they wanted.

Moreover, he was born into a peasant family and worked as a bricklayer for several years. When he saw the Eighth Route Army recruiting soldiers, he joined the team to defend his country without any hesitation.

He couldn't even type, not even his own name, so it was impossible for him to reveal information in writing.

Biting off the tongue means cutting off all possibility of rebellion.

But now he doesn't intend to do so. The Japanese have begun to provoke him with words, trying to scare him in this way. This means that the Japanese have no way to deal with him.

The more this happens, the more it shows the necessity of your persistence.

After so many days, the battalion commander must have known that he was in trouble. The Japanese did not let him die, which meant that no other comrades were arrested.

The only worry now is that other comrades do not know that the people in the county have rebelled. Although the rebels were killed on the spot by the Japanese, there are more than a dozen comrades in the county, and it is impossible to be sure whether there are other people who have chosen to rebel.

He didn't plan to bite off his tongue, but wanted to keep it to spread the news that people in the county had rebelled, so as to prevent more comrades from falling into the Japanese trap.

The only way to get out alive is to agree to the devil's demands.

But for him, this is already like being a traitor and betraying his beliefs, so what is the point of his persistence these days?

At this moment, he was in a dilemma.

He didn't know how to weigh the pros and cons, he only knew that he couldn't betray the organization or let down the beliefs in his heart.

Okamoto took this silence as hesitation, and believed that his words played a crucial role in causing the mouth that had not been pried open for more than ten days to waver a little.

So he continued to use his tactics, hoping to pry open the soldier's mouth. "I admire your courage and loyalty, but you are foolish. Your mother didn't give you this body to endure this torture. Just imagine how heartbroken your mother would be if she saw you like this."

This was originally an emotional card played by Okamoto, but he never expected the warrior to make a decision immediately.

His mother was tragically killed by the Japanese bayonet at the beginning of the war, so he joined the war of resistance without hesitation.

This sentence gave the soldiers a stronger belief. If they betrayed the organization, how could they have the face to see their parents?

"Little devil, come to grandpa."

The soldier raised his head with all his strength, showing a tragic smile, and said to Okamoto: "Come here, Grandpa has something to say."

Okamoto was still very careful not to go over, but he also kept a distance to ensure that he would not be hurt by the other party.

"Don't you want to know the situation of our team? I will tell you now, but I have a request."

Okamoto smiled when he heard this: "No problem, as long as you are willing to cooperate, I can meet any conditions you require!"

"My condition is very simple. I just want you to meet my mother."

Okamoto was stunned and asked, "Are you sure?"

"I am sure."

"Okay, I promise you."

Okamoto didn't notice the change in the warrior's eyes at all. He smiled and said, "But before that, you must tell me everything you know."

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

At this moment, the soldier suddenly coughed violently, and a stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the ground. He suddenly became much weaker, and it looked like he was only breathing his last breath.

"Tell me everything you know, and I'll get you to the hospital for treatment right away!"

Seeing that his last hope was gone, the soldier completely gave up the idea of living and whispered, "Battalion Commander, I will follow you in my next life, killing the devils together and eating meat together!"

"Dad, Mom, I'm here to see you. Over the years, I've killed many devils with the battalion commander. I've avenged you. In my next life, I'll still be your son!"

The voice was so soft that Okamoto thought it was information spoken by the soldier, so he moved closer and closer.

Finally, he even put his ear close to the soldier's mouth. Just when he was about to ask what was being said, he suddenly heard the soldier say, "I am an Eighth Route Army soldier. Don't even think about getting any information from me. The best you can get is a corpse!"

"idiot!"

"Ah!! Shut up!"

"Someone is coming! Someone is coming quickly!"

Just as Okamoto was about to teach the soldier a lesson, he was bitten on the ear by the other party. The severe pain made him scream.

The Japanese soldiers who were sent away rushed in immediately after hearing Okamoto's cry for help, but when they saw Okamoto with his ear bitten, they didn't know how to rescue him for a moment.

"idiot!"

"Get this damn guy away! He's going to bite my ear off!"

The Japanese soldier gritted his teeth, ran over and kicked the soldier in the abdomen, but he ended up making things worse.

The immense pain caused a burst of strength to burst out of the dying warrior's body, and he bit off Okamoto's entire ear.

"idiot!"

"He bit my ear off!"

"Baga! Make him spit out my ears!"

As long as the ear is intact, there is still hope for Okamoto to reattach it.

but……

"Okamoto-kun, he's chewing it, no, he's already swallowed it!"

"Nani!"

Okamoto looked up and saw that the soldier's swallowing made him forget the pain and the bleeding ear.

The soldier showed a tragic smile, his mouth full of blood, and he didn't care at all about the Japanese who were punching and kicking him.

"Kick him in the stomach!"

However, the soldier clenched his teeth tightly and tried hard not to vomit.

"idiot!"

Okamoto grabbed an iron rod and stabbed it hard in the soldier's stomach. Even so, he still couldn't make him vomit!

ten minutes later.

Okamoto collapsed on the ground, with a pool of blood in front of him.

Several Japanese soldiers hid far away, frightened by the crazy Okamoto.

"idiot!"

Okamoto stood up, stepped on the broken pieces of meat and left the cell, and ordered the devils: "Throw him into the mountains to feed the wild dogs!"

"Hi!"

……

The soldier did not reveal any information until the last moment, not even his name.

It is precisely because of such firm belief and indomitable spirit that we can unite as one and drive the invaders out of our homeland!

There are so many selfless soldiers. We may not know their names, but we will always remember them.

(This chapter pays tribute to all the unknown warriors)