Chapter 209 Captive
“Catch him! Don’t let him escape!”
The Japanese command sounded very close.
The surrounding trees shook, and a tall white man wearing only white underwear appeared in front of him. When he saw He Chi, he had a look of despair on his face.
"Baga! Domale! Domale!" The angry Japanese voice came from behind the white man, and two short figures emerged from the bushes holding weapons.
He wears a brown tropical military uniform, shorts, a rucksack, cloth footbag shoes, a standard 38-meter rifle in his hand, and a water bottle and grenades hanging on his waist.
Standard Japanese infantry equipment in tropical areas.
The two soldiers were stunned when they saw He Chi in front of them, and then raised the 38 rifles in their hands.
But at this moment, the strange Asian man opposite opened his mouth and spoke Japanese.
"Malu Yelang, お前たちは weapon holding って上官に向けるつもりか?" (Idiot! Are you going to point your weapon at the officer?)
The familiar native language and the accent of the Kanto region made the two grassroots Japanese soldiers inexplicably panic. The opposite party did not wear military uniforms, but they did have an aura about them, and the scolding words were as authentic as their own commanders.
Really one of our own? Is it sir?
The hierarchical concept formed within the Japanese army for a long time made the two people hesitate.
The hesitation was only for a moment, but it was enough to kill two people.
The guy on the opposite side had already cut between the two men in the next second. Before the two soldiers could react, He Chi had already reached out and touched the bayonet on the waist of one of them.
The two Japanese soldiers were shocked and wanted to turn their guns, but the length of the 38 rifle at such a close distance became the biggest obstacle.
Poof! ! ! The bayonet cut across one man's neck without losing force, and He Chi took advantage of the situation and inserted the tip of the knife into the chest of the other man.
The huge pain made the soldier want to scream, but He Chi blocked his mouth, and then twisted the bayonet in his hand again.
The two Japanese soldiers fell to the ground motionless, and the smell of blood wafted out after only a moment.
“Can you stand up?” He Chi asked the white man, who nodded in shock.
"Are you Filipino?" The white man gasped and said looking at the yellow man in front of him.
"He Chi, a Chinese, served on the Langley before." He Chi reached out and pulled the other person up.
The man sighed, "That's right, it's really such a pity."
"Pity? Why?" He Chi didn't understand what the other party meant for a while.
"Don't you know yet? The Langley was sunk in the Indonesian sea more than two months ago..." the other party said in an apologetic tone.
"The Langley has sunk?!" He Chi was shocked. He carefully recalled the service time of the Langley in history, and suddenly grabbed the other party's shoulder and asked, "What day is today?"
" Um, didn’t you know? Today is April 12th.”
“Fuck! It’s too late!” He Chi cursed inwardly when he heard this date, the timing of the copy was very bad.
A month ago, the commander-in-chief of the US military in the Philippines and the commander of the US Far East Army, four-star General MacArthur, quietly fled to Australia in a submarine while the frontline soldiers were still fighting bravely.
He abandoned his colleague Lieutenant General Jonathan Wainwright and tens of thousands of American soldiers, but took his family, entourage and pet dog with him.
Lieutenant General Jonathan Wainwright led the defenders to support themselves hard, and finally walked out of the position and surrendered to the Japanese army on April 9, 1942, when they ran out of ammunition and food. At this point, there were no organized resistance forces in the entire Bataan area, and the Japanese army occupied the entire Philippines.
Now the entire Philippines is covered with plaster flags, and the Japanese may be encountered almost at any time.
The mission of the dungeon is for He Chi to escape from the Philippines before August, but this time it will be useless even if he grabs a plane - because there is no place for him to land.
Having no choice but to take one step at a time, He Chi squatted down and started groping on the two dead Japanese soldiers, and even took off their clothes.
"Mr. He..., although I also hate the Japanese, but insulting the dead is still..." The white man on the side actually tried to persuade He Chi.
He Chi glanced at the other person, making the white man feel cold all over.
“Are you not a soldier?”
“Yes, I am a war correspondent for the Los Angeles Times. My name is John Charles.” The white man patted the small bag on his waist. Chicai discovered that there was an old-fashioned camera.
This guy said that he was sent to the Philippines to do a tour of local military life because he was valued by the headquarters. (He Chi suspected that he was simply being tricked by his boss)
As a result, the Japanese army launched an attack, and he was also blocked on the island. He was separated from the troops when the US military retreated. If he had not met He Chi, he would have been dragged by the Japanese to work as a laborer or a bayonet target.
“No wonder, are all you war reporters so idealistic?” The Easterner rolled his eyes helplessly and kept moving his hands.
"Um, I don't understand what you mean. Have you seen other war reporters?"
"Yeah" He Chi paused, then seemed to remember something and sighed. "But it was a long time ago."
The two soldiers didn't have much on them. He Chi dug out four rice balls that were a little bit scattered, and a small bag of pickled radish, and then Just a kettle and cigarettes.
He Chi handed Charles a 38 rifle, but the man shook his head and said he didn't know how to use it, so He Chi simply let him hold all the grenades he had taken off.
Seeing the American across the way like this, He Chi felt that if he encountered a Japanese again, there was a high probability that he would leave him alone and run away alone.
"Where are we going?" Charles asked behind him.
"Hide, hide for a while and then think of a way." He Chi took out his bayonet and chopped the surrounding branches and leaves, trying to advance into the woods.
But he had just taken two steps when his eyes suddenly became serious, and the Oriental man pounced on the dense bushes nearby like a leopard.
"Ah!!!!" A horrified shout came, and a Japanese soldier hiding behind the broad leaves was knocked out of the woods. He Chi raised the bayonet in his hand towards him.
"Sacks!!! Please bean sacks!!!" The guy on the opposite side did not howl and rush forward to fight like other Japanese soldiers. Instead, he shouted loudly and gave up resistance in a posture similar to throwing himself to the ground. On the ground, his hands slowly raised above his head.
There are several yellow-orange golds the size of soybeans.
"Sir, please spare my life, please! Please!" The other party raised the gold in his hand high again and kept pleading.
He Chi was stunned for a moment by the spineless look of the opponent. Although he hated the opponent extremely, at this stage in 1942, the Japanese Army was almost poisoned by militarism. It would be okay to use "meat bombs" whenever a war started. Pig sudden", such a cowardly soldier is probably not common.
He Chi cautiously approached, kicked the opponent's weapon away, and then took out this document from the soldier's pocket.
"Your name is Iiguni Kojiro..."
"A native of Osaka?"
(End of this chapter)