The War of Resistance Against Japan: Special Operations Battalion Traverses Shanghai and Slaughters

Because he was happy, Long Fei didn't care about Xiao Bai Bai's retort at all, and instead continued to ask questions.

"By the way, Little White, I forgot to ask you, what level do I need to be if I want to revive someone outside the Special Forces Battalion?"

"Reaching the Overlord level is enough, so you need to work harder and eliminate nearly three million enemies."

Now Long Fei felt more confident; this news was very important to him.

Because in future battles, he only needs to find ways to eliminate as many enemies as possible, without having to hold back because of the number of casualties.

"Little Bai, I have one last question. Why didn't you mention rewarding me with navigation, reconnaissance satellites, drones, and robot dogs?"

"Brother Long, it's not that I don't want to reward you with these. You are now at the Supreme level. You have not only eliminated more than two million enemies, but also reclaimed a large amount of territory and saved countless lives."

"With your achievements and accumulated merits, you could easily have satellites, drones, and robot dogs. The reason I haven't rewarded you immediately is that I want you to determine what you need based on future circumstances."

"Okay, Little White, you're quite thoughtful. That's settled then. I have to go attend the public trial."

Long Fei arrived at the racecourse at 9:20, but the huge square was already packed with people.

The citizens of Shanghai heard that the Japanese generals and their traitors would be publicly tried and executed.

Such a gratifying and triumphant scene was something everyone wanted to witness, so people gathered at the racecourse from all directions early on.

After discussing it, Ding Zhipan and Li Bin took comprehensive security measures on site, because Long Fei's safety was not something to be taken lightly.

First, the soldiers of the Southeast Front Army cordoned off an open space in the center of the racecourse. Then, guards and snipers were stationed at all the high points within a two-kilometer radius, and many plainclothes officers were also mixed in with the crowd.

More than a dozen large loudspeakers have been installed on the utility poles around the racecourse.

At 10 o'clock sharp, Ding Zhipan spoke first into the microphone.

"Good morning, fellow citizens. I am Ding Zhipan, Commander of the Southeast Front Army of the Longyan People's Army. I hereby declare today's public trial officially open."

Ding Zhipan was a soldier and didn't like to say any opening remarks, so he went straight to the main dishes.

"Bring up all the Japanese devils and traitors."

All that could be seen were eleven Japanese soldiers and traitors, bound hand and foot and being escorted up.

At this point, the angry and prepared citizens began to hurl insults and throw various objects at them.

These items were a mixed bag, including rotten eggs, rotten vegetable leaves, small stones, and even urine and feces thrown by people.

This caused a lot of trouble for the soldiers in charge of escorting the goods, as many of the wastes ended up on them.

Upon seeing this, Long Fei hurriedly ordered the soldiers to withdraw, allowing the citizens to vent their anger.

Before long, these Japanese soldiers and traitors were in a sorry state, not only reeking of excrement and urine, but many of them had broken skin or large bumps on their bodies and heads from being hit by stones.

"That's about enough," Long Fei said, starting to shout.

"Citizens, I fully understand your actions, because you have been holding back your anger, and today is the perfect time to vent it."

“I can assure you that none of these scum will live today, so I hope you will stop throwing objects so that the public trial can continue.”

By this time, the citizens had mostly thrown away what they had brought, and after hearing what Long Fei said, they all stopped.

Immediately afterwards, Long Fei had more than a dozen buckets of water brought over and had the soldiers pour them over their heads.

It was early spring, and the temperature wasn't high. The Japanese soldiers and their collaborators shivered from the cold water.

Then, the group was ordered to line up and kneel on the ground.

At this moment, Ding Zhipan took a stack of documents and began to read them aloud to all the citizens.

"Please be quiet, everyone. I will now read out the names of these Japanese devils and traitors."

"Because of the Battle of Shanghai, the Japanese attempted to resist to the end, but we annihilated them all without mercy. So we only captured the Japanese Central China Expeditionary Army, the 11th Army Lieutenant General Commander Okamura Yasuji."

"Now I will read out the names of the captured traitors: 'Wang Jingwei, Chen Gongbo, Zhou Fohai, Chu Minyi, Chen Shiqun, Bao Wenyue, Mei Jianping, Zhao Zhengping, Fu Shishuo, and Lin Bosheng.'"

"I, the Longyan People's Army, have decided, on behalf of the 400 million compatriots across the country, to sentence them to death, to be carried out immediately."

After saying that, Ding Zhipan waved his hand, and four soldiers immediately brought over the guillotine covered with a red cloth.

Ding Zhipan strode forward and lifted the red cloth, revealing a gleaming golden guillotine with a dog's head carved at one end of its base, standing before everyone.

Based on its appearance, the citizens could clearly see that it was an ancient guillotine, and they all shouted in unison.

"It's a guillotine."

"Alright, it's time to chop these bastards up with a guillotine."

"..."

Ding Zhipan raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and then announced: "This is the dog-head guillotine passed down from Bao Qingtian of the Northern Song Dynasty. It was provided by Mr. Bao Qiran, the 29th generation direct descendant of Bao Qingtian, and his father, Mr. Bao Zhaolong."

"Our Longyan People's Army Commander-in-Chief Long said that this Okamura Yasuji will first be torn to pieces, then beheaded at the waist, and finally have his bones crushed and his ashes scattered."

"As for these traitors, they betrayed their country for personal gain, forgot their ancestors, and deserve to die. Therefore, they will all be beheaded at the waist."

As soon as Ding Zhipan finished speaking, tens of thousands of citizens at the scene immediately shouted in unison.

"Good...good...that feels good...that feels good..."

At this moment, the monk was already prepared. He took a paratrooper knife, walked up to Okamura Yasuji, grabbed him by the back of his collar, and dragged him to a stone pillar.

Then they quickly took off his clothes and pants, leaving only his loincloth, and then tied him to the stone pillar.

The scene suddenly became extremely quiet. Everyone gritted their teeth, eagerly anticipating the scene of the Japanese soldiers being torn to pieces.

Without further ado, the monk picked up his paratrooper knife and sliced ​​off a piece of flesh the size of a silver coin from Okamura Yasuji's left chest.

Before his execution, Okamura Yasuji appeared resigned to his fate, but as soon as the knife was plunged in, he couldn't help but let out a scream.

The monk then began his actual Taoist performance.

The second cut... the third cut... the hundredth cut... the third hundredth cut... the eighth hundredth cut...

The monk moved swiftly, and with each cut, a small piece of flesh would be taken from Okamura Yasuji's body.

After 800 cuts, Okamura Neiji's chest, abdomen, face, left and right arms, and left and right thighs were all mangled and bloody.

At first, Okamura Neiji could still scream, but with each stab, his screams grew fainter and fainter, eventually turning into gurgling sounds in his throat.

The monk then realized there was nowhere left to cut, so he loosened the ropes and tied Okamura Yasuji behind his back to the stone pillar.

With the last two hundred cuts, the monk stabbed Okamura Neiji in the back and buttocks, finally completing the task of making one thousand cuts.

At this point, Michioka Village Neiji had very little air left to breathe.

The monk turned to look at Long Fei, and after seeing him nod, he loosened the ropes and dragged Jiang Gangcun Neiji to the guillotine.

Without hesitation, the two soldiers placed Okamura Yasuji's waist into the guillotine, and then with a "snap," the blade fell.

Okamura Yasuji let out the final scream of his sinful life.

This scene terrified the group of traitors kneeling to the side; they were utterly horrified.

Several people collapsed to the ground like puddles of mud, and some even lost control of their bladder and bowels. The spring winds were strong and unpredictable, and the stench quickly spread throughout Sichuan. The onlookers showed expressions of disgust and covered their mouths and noses.