allonlinenovel Chapter 792: Waste that has lost its value
Chapter 792: Waste that has lost its value
As the soldiers' search approached, Okamura's heartbeat almost jumped out of his chest. He stared at the cracks in the stone slab, praying for a miracle, but reality is often more cruel than imagined.
"There are people here! They must be Japanese!" A soldier's voice suddenly rang out, his eyes locked on the bloodstains on the stone slab and the vaguely visible hiding place. Okamura Neiji was startled, knowing that his whereabouts had been exposed.
"Shoot and execute. The superior has ordered that no one should be left alive!" Another soldier gave the order coldly without any hesitation in his tone.
Okamura Neiji was horrified. He no longer cared to hide and hurriedly waved his hands, explaining in his poor Chinese: "No, no, no! I am one of us. I am Okamura Neiji, the insider of the expeditionary force!" There was a slight tremor in his voice.
However, the soldiers did not relax their vigilance because of his explanation. A platoon leader came forward and looked at Okamura with a sharp gaze. When he saw the rank of lieutenant general on Okamura's shoulder, he couldn't help but sneer: "Lieutenant general! This is a big fish!"
Okamura Neiji's heart sank, he knew that his identity had become particularly sensitive at this moment.
He quickly continued to defend himself, "No, listen to my explanation. I am really the insider of the expeditionary force. My name is Ningci Okamura, and a lot of the internal intelligence that your expeditionary force obtained was passed on by me. You can ask your superiors to confirm my identity!"
There was urgency in his tone, but the soldiers' expressions remained cold and alert.
The platoon leader narrowed his eyes and looked at Okamura carefully, as if he was evaluating the truth of his words. After a moment of silence, he finally said, "Okay, I will report your situation to my superiors. But before that, you must come with us."
Okamura Neiji was delighted when he heard this, as he knew this was his only chance of survival. He quickly nodded in agreement and carefully crawled out from under the stone slab.
Although his body was sore from hiding for so long, he dared not slack off at all, because he knew that every move he made at this moment could affect his fate.
Under the escort of the soldiers, Okamura Neiji was taken away from the ruins. He was filled with anxiety and uneasiness, not knowing whether he could successfully prove his identity, and even less knowing what his future would be like.
In a temporary interrogation room at the expeditionary front headquarters, Okamura Neiji was held in solitary confinement as a special prisoner. He was ragged and haggard, his hands were bound tightly behind his back, and he was surrounded by armed guards to ensure that he could not escape.
At the same time, in the expeditionary force's headquarters, the commander of the SS Division, Ike, was busy dealing with various battle reports and orders.
Suddenly, an urgent report from the front line attracted his attention - about the arrest of Okamura Yasuji. Ike's eyes became complicated instantly. As one of the core generals of the expeditionary force, he knew Okamura Yasuji's identity very well.
Without any hesitation, Ike quickly dialed the number of the expeditionary army headquarters. Su Zhengyang's steady and powerful voice soon came from the other end of the phone: "Captain Ike, what's the emergency?"
"Commander-in-Chief, I have an emergency to report to you." Ike said in a serious tone, "We just captured Okamura Neiji on the front line."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and then Su Zhengyang's voice sounded again: "Ningji Okamura? How could he still be alive?"
Ike took a deep breath. He had guessed Su Zhengyang's attitude, but he still needed clear instructions: "Commander-in-Chief, although Okamura Ningji once provided us with intelligence, he has lost his usefulness now. Moreover, as a Japanese, his loyalty is still unknown. Therefore, I would like to ask for your opinion, how should we deal with him?"
Su Zhengyang's voice came through the phone, cold and resolute: "Captain Ike, you should understand that those who are not of our race must have different hearts. On this battlefield, we have no friends, only enemies. Okamura Neiji has lost his usefulness, so he will be like those Japanese soldiers who are still resisting. His best fate is to go to hell with his compatriots."
Ike understood immediately after hearing this. He nodded slightly to show his obedience to Su Zhengyang's order: "Understood, Commander-in-Chief. I will make arrangements immediately to ensure that Okamura Neiji gets the punishment he deserves."
After receiving Su Zhengyang's order, Ike turned around and whispered a few words to the adjutant beside him without hesitation. The adjutant's face froze, and he nodded quickly, then hurried away to convey the order. There was no emotion in Ike's eyes, only absolute obedience to military orders and a cold understanding of the battlefield.
At the same time, Okamura Neiji, who was imprisoned in the interrogation room, was experiencing a fierce struggle in his heart. He kept thinking about everything he had done for the expeditionary force, the transmission of confidential intelligence, and the secret assistance in those key battles, which made him firmly believe that he was of great value to the expeditionary force.
He comforted himself that even if he was arrested now, the expeditionary force would not easily kill him given his merits.
However, fate is often more cruel than imagined. Just as Okamura Neiji was confused and trying to find a glimmer of hope, the iron door of the interrogation room was slowly pushed open, and a platoon leader of the Skull Division walked in.
The platoon leader looked Okamura up and down, and Okamura felt uneasy, waiting anxiously for the other party's next move. After a few breaths of silence, the platoon leader suddenly showed a meaningful smile, but that smile seemed like ice to Okamura.
"Mr. Okamura," the platoon leader said in a deep and powerful voice, "I have already reported your identity to the higher-ups. They attach great importance to your situation and have instructed us to entertain you well."
When Okamura Neiji heard this, he couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope in his heart, thinking that this was a sign that he would soon be released.
However, the platoon leader's next words were like a bucket of cold water that extinguished his fantasy.
"Someone," the platoon leader shouted to the outside, "arrange some food for Mr. Okamura so that he can enjoy his last dinner here with us."
Two soldiers immediately came in with trays containing some simple food and water. This sudden "hospitality" made Okamura even more uneasy, as he realized that he might have been sentenced to death, and the food was just charity before his execution.
Okamura Neiji's roar echoed in the small interrogation room. He struggled madly like a wild beast driven by despair and rage.
His eyes were red and bloodshot, like two burning coals, filled with resentment and anger.
"No, you can't do this to me!" he screamed heartbreakingly, his voice filled with endless regret and despair.
He kicked his foot suddenly, and the plate under his feet flew up, and the food splattered all over the floor, just like his shattered life at this moment.
However, this powerless resistance only made him look more embarrassed and ridiculous.
The platoon leader stood there, his eyes as sharp as knives, watching Okamura Neiji's final madness coldly.
"It seems that Mr. Okamura doesn't need this last supper. Idiot, let me tell you, you can even betray your own country. People like you deserve to go to hell!"
Before he finished speaking, the platoon leader had already quickly pulled out his service gun, and lightly pulled the trigger with his finger. Bang, bang, bang, a few crisp gunshots broke the silence of the interrogation room. Okamura Neiji's body trembled violently, and then slowly fell down, and his red eyes gradually lost their luster.
The platoon leader looked at Okamura Neiji's body without any sympathy or pity in his eyes, only deep disgust and contempt. He hated this man who betrayed his country for personal gain, and despised this poor fellow who only revealed his true face in the face of death.
"Drag him out and throw him into the mass grave," the platoon leader ordered coldly. Soon, two soldiers came in and dragged up Okamura Neiji's body with expressionless faces, like dragging a lifeless rag doll.
In this way, Okamura Yasuji, who had lost his usefulness, was thrown into a mass grave like garbage. There were countless souls who lost their lives in the war buried there, and Okamura Yasuji would become one of them, staying forever on this land of Kyushu Island and becoming a part of history.