The beautiful scenery of Yamato Park has completely become history. The shells cut off the cherry trees, the smoke swallowed the sun, the flames turned the soil into scorched earth, the tanks were crushed freely, and the crisscrossed trenches were blown up. In the tsunami, the blue sky and the sun were flying high.

The guild hall has been changed. The entire building is full of holes. The roof has already flown into the sky. The walls on the third floor are almost invisible. Several holes are penetrated on the second floor. The soldiers set up machine guns between the broken walls and continued to shoot at the Chinese soldiers who are charging wildly.

In the basement at their feet, Yokoyama Yuki and Miyamura were still sitting on the sofa, looking at the radio station over and over again. In the morning, Okamura Yanji called and was negotiating with the Chinese general in order to reach a ceasefire agreement, hoping that they could stick to it. Now this agreement is their last life-saving straw.

The explosion rang at the door, Yokoyama Yuk held the samurai sword tightly, Miyamura also held the samurai sword tightly. Miura's commander rushed in from outside the door, with smoke on his face full of gunpowder, and blood was still oozing through the bandages.

"Your Excellency" Miura gasped and saluted Yokoyama Yuki: "It's no longer possible, the Chinese army is about to rush to the door. Please make a decision as soon as possible if you have any decision."

After saying that, Miura quickly left without waiting for Yokoyama Yuki's answer. Yokoyama Yuki and Miyamura looked at each other. Of course, they knew what Miura said, and they were urging them to cut off their stomachs as soon as possible.

Yokoyama Yongjoong Miyamura bowed slightly: "Miyamura, thank you very much for your help. I am very sorry that I did not achieve good results, thank you."

Miyamura also bowed: "The general is very serious, and the responsibility for failure is not yours. In the military headquarters, "We have made too many mistakes in this war." Speaking of this, he turned his head to look at the surrounding officials and the staff of the few remaining staff: "If any of you can go back alive, you can describe the real situation of this war" and tell the future Japanese person."

"Hayi!" "Please rest assured," the staff members bowed and replied, "Boom!" Another explosion sounded at the door. Yokoyama Yong muttered words that no one could hear clearly. The staff members had no intention of listening, and their ears were raised to pay attention to the gunshots outside the building.

Yokoyama Yong followed the procedure of the caesarean section and first bowed to the east [Japan] direction to apologize: "Your Majesty, I am thankful for being a priest and cannot serve Your Majesty anymore. Please forgive me!"

After the guilty ceremony, a clean cloth sheet was found and spread on the ground. Hengshan Yong took off his military uniform, untied the dirty white shirt inside, and drew his shriveled belly. He knelt on the cloth sheet and carefully wiped the knife with a dirty towel.

Yokoyama had a solemn expression and his movements were very slow and solemn. He carefully wiped the ribs, over and over again, and after confirming that they were clean, he put the ribs on the cloth sheet." Then he said goodbye to the staff: "You guys, you have fulfilled your responsibilities, and I am responsible for all the responsibilities. Therefore, I hope you don't have to cut off the semen. After the war, the country needs talents. "You must take on the responsibility of re-establishing the Japanese army, please!"

The staff members who were still complaining in their hearts suddenly burst into tears. The commander was still thinking about them at this time," which made them feel inexplicably.

"Sir, we must uphold the belief of warriors, be loyal to the empire, and to His Majesty!"

"Please don't worry, the sir, take the lead, and follow the level!"

"No, no, never, never." Yokoyama Yuki shook his head firmly: "You are all talents trained by the empire. The battle between North China has failed and the empire is inevitable. For the future plan of the empire, you should keep a useful body and work hard for the empire's resurgence. Please!"

Yokoyama Yuki's attitude was very sincere. The staff members knelt on the ground and cried. A violent explosion rang out at the door. Two corpses were led into the door. The staff members got up from the ground in panic. They just pulled out their pistols and rushed into several Chinese soldiers from outside the door. A burst of guns, and the correspondents and staff members fell down.

"Wait! Wait!" Hengshan Yong shouted, and the staff members hid behind the table and chairs. The Chinese soldiers were covered in smoke and murderous aura, pointing at Hengshan Yong and the others.

"Don't kill if you give up the gun!" "Don't kill if you give up the gun!" "Don't kill if you give up the gun!"

Yokoyama Yuki understood the frowning Japanese language only when he sat upright and did not move. Kyukawa quickly shouted: "Don't shoot! Don't shoot!"

〖Chinese soldiers also saw clearly the situation inside. Before they could say anything, an officer rushed from outside. The officer was holding a Type 39 rifle in his hand, and his whole body was so smoked black and yellow. The officer couldn't help but be overjoyed after seeing the situation inside.

"Oh, it's all big guys! Sister Ou!"

Qingchuan didn't care about anything else and stood up first. He couldn't see the ranks of the officers clearly, so he could only say: "Please order your soldiers not to shoot, please give us some time."

Qingchuan's Chinese dialect surprised the officer. He glanced at Qingchuan and hummed contemptuously: "It's not necessary. If you want to die, just shoot the head. If you have a caesarean section, what have you done before?

stand up!"

"Eight squares!" An officer rushed out with a sabre angrily. The officer did not move at all. The soldier behind him pulled the trigger. With a gunshot, the officer fell to one side.

Yokoyama stood up, picked up his military uniform from the ground beside him and put it on. He did not get the ribs on the cloth sheet, and then calmly said to the officers: "You guys, put down your weapons!"

The officers did not expect Yokoyama Yong to give such an order. They looked at him stupidly. Yokoyama Yong repeated: "Your lords, put down your weapons!" He looked at the officers seriously: "The war has ended, leave your useful body and fight for the resurgence of the empire! Now, I order you to put down your weapons!"

Miyamura sighed heavily and took the lead in putting the command knife on the table. Then the other officers also placed their weapons on the table, stood up from the corner, and they also placed their rifles on the table.

〖Zhong〗** Officer nodded with satisfaction, smiled on his trashed face. He walked to Hengshan Yong: "Report your name and rank!"

Yokoyama Yong was silent for a while, and finally said, "The North China Expeditionary Army of the Great Japanese Empire..., Lieutenant General Yokoyama Yong!"

As soon as Qingchuan finished his words, he felt that the officer's eyes were immediately full of murderous intent. Several soldiers' guns were lifted up, and the air was filled with gunpowder. Qingchuan regretted it a little. His eyes secretly glanced at the pistol on the table, thinking about how many seconds it would take to rush over and grab the gun.

"Zhang Jiujin, what are you rubbing?" With this loud shout, a major came in from outside, followed by several soldiers. The major was also full of murderous intent. His face under the steel helmet was covered with sweat smoke, and his left arm was wrapped in bandages and a pistol was held in his hand.

The major came in and saw the situation inside. He ran down the stairs a few steps, pushed the steel helmet upwards, and looked up and down at Hengshan Yong and the others: "Oh, the official is not small, Lieutenant General, Major General, Colonel, hey" They are all fucking officials, Zhang Jiujin, you have made great contributions now. Tell me, what are they called?"

"Report to the battalion commander, Yokoyama Yong!" Zhang Jiujin reported to the major loudly. The major was stunned for a moment before he couldn't help but Yaki: "Okay! OK! Jiujin" Now you have a face for me! Good! Good!"

All Japanese officers remained silent, with humiliation in the eyes of several assistant officials. Yokoyama Yuki didn't know what to say. The major looked at Yokoyama Yuki's headquarters, then turned to face Yokoyama Yuki: "Let's go!"

Yokoyama Yuki led his head out silently, and Miyamura Harukawa followed him. Yokoyama Yuki had just walked up the stone steps. A major behind him rushed to the table and grabbed the samurai sword, and suddenly raised it and inserted it into his stomach.

"Long live the Emperor!"

The samurai sword penetrated his stomach, and a blade was cut out from behind him, and several officers next to him surrounded him. Two of the officers tried to grab the gun, "Bang!" The Chinese soldiers' bullets hit the table, and the Japanese's brief movement was immediately stopped.

"Ra, your sister! I'm not convinced! I'll beat you if I don't agree! You'll be willing to capture you and help me!" Zhang Jiujin cursed with a gun.

The major sneered: "I want to die! It's easy. Yes, the knife is there, one by one, not to mention one or two, even if it's all in Tianjin, all Japanese and Japanese, I'm going to cut my stomach in front of me. I'm going to blink my eyes, I'm going to take my surname!"

"Ma Labazi!" The person who spoke was a Northeastern soldier: "What nonsense! If you want to die, hurry up. If you don't want to die, leave me!"

"Bastard! Bastard!" A primate grabbed the samurai sword and prepared to septile.

Yokoyama shouted: "Shimatanakasa!"

Shinta's knife stopped in front of his stomach, Yokoyama Yuki walked up to him and stretched out his hand. Shinta's muscles trembled, and his hands holding the knife were also trembling. Yokoyama Yuki's eyes were stern, but Shinta said he refused.

"You guys, we are all soldiers. Using the knowledge you have learned in the military academy, the prospects of this war are analyzed." Yokoyama Yokoyama glanced at the officers, and the officer lowered his head under his eyes.

Yokoyama continued: "Japan suffered great losses in this war. If all soldiers apologize, millions of soldiers across the country will die. Japan, Japan will only have eleven or twelve-year-old dolls and 50 or 60-year-olds left. Who will rebuild the Japanese? Rebuild the Japanese army in the future?"

"Give it!" Yokoyama Yuki stretched out his hand again, Shinta's hands slowly lowered, and when the sword fell to the ground with a sound of a fire, Yokoyama Yuki sighed: "I know, you are unwilling to accept it, but as imperial samurai, you must not only dare to sacrifice and sacrifice, but also be brave to endure humiliation. To endure today's humiliation is for future revenge!"

Yokoyama said gritting his teeth. Major and Zhang Jiujin couldn't understand Japanese words, but they heard bad intentions from Yokoyama's tone. The major sneered: "Yongyama, in one year, you can't destroy my China, and it will be even more impossible in the future. Remember, you are not afraid of death, and we Chinese are not afraid of death. In seven years, how many Chinese have you killed, but have I surrendered? Are you afraid?"

"Malabazi, battalion commander, you can talk nonsense to him, you can vent your anger." The Northeast soldier was a little impatient, and his eyes were filled with hatred.

Yokoyama turned around and looked at the major. The god was not afraid at all. The major stared at him calmly, his eyes blew on fire and said nothing. The two of them stared quietly, their eyes colliding in the air.

"Malaba, why are you going to be too late! Let's go!" a soldier from Northeast China shouted angrily.

Yokoyama Yuki no longer said anything and led the way out, Miyamura and Harukawa followed him and walked out of the basement silently.

When he arrived at the ground, the gunshots around the guild hall were calmed down, and the prisoners were being taken out from all corners. Hengshan Yong looked at them, mainly the members of the military team in the village, as well as some soldiers and officers in uniform.

Around the street, the Chinese soldiers were cheering, and a blue sky and white sun flag was inserted into the ruins of the guild hall. The citizens of Tianjin rushed to the street without any scruples, and the joy covered the whole of Tianjin.@.
Chapter completed!