In the Supreme Headquarters of the Army in North China, General Daishou Terami looked at Haruki Murakami who had just walked into the room with a gloomy face, and his cold gaze was like two sharp knives piercing Murakami's heart, making Haruki Murakami's heartbeat can't help but speed up a few beats. He cautiously walked to the temple in front of Dashou, bowed his head and said: "Your Excellency General, this air raid on Xuzhou is unfavorable, I have an unshirkable responsibility, it is because I did not conduct reconnaissance on the situation in Xuzhou in advance, so that in the end it led to a huge loss of my Imperial Army Air Force, I will definitely make a deep review of the mistakes I made this time, so please also ask Your Excellency the General to give me another chance, next time I will definitely destroy the bones of the Eighth Route Army." ”

Daishou in the temple sneered and said, "Are you sure about this? If you really have this ability, then you won't lose so badly this time. The ten flying fighters I sent to you this time are all the best air force fighters in our Imperial Army, but the casualties in the first battle are almost half, which makes me believe in you. Moreover, according to what you said, the Eighth Route Army's current armament includes antiaircraft guns specifically aimed at our Imperial Army's air combat team, and all four of our fighters were shot down by the antiaircraft guns of the Eighth Route Army, but the information I received was that there were no antiaircraft guns in the Eighth Route Army at all. ”

Haruki Murakami was shocked, the air raid on Xuzhou that day was lost, and four fighters were lost in the blink of an eye, especially the last fighter exploded directly in the air, so that even the remaining seven little devils, including Haruki Murakami, did not dare to fly the plane close to the Feiyue Building area, and about the anti-aircraft gun, it was just Murakami's personal speculation, because in addition to the anti-aircraft gun, he really couldn't think of any other weapon that could destroy the fighter of the Imperial Army. Therefore, when reporting to the military headquarters the reasons for the defeat in this battle, Haruki Murakami took it upon himself to report to the military headquarters the information that the Eighth Route Army had anti-aircraft guns and other heavy weapons and equipment. And at this moment, the words of the big birthday in the temple made him fall into the ice cave. If Dashou in the temple really got some information about the Eighth Route Army in Xuzhou City, maybe his little life would not be saved, because he knew very well that Dashou in the temple hated others to lie to him the most, and Dashou in the temple was such a person, he did not allow anyone to lie to him, but he never told the truth to anyone. So up to now, there is still a trace of luck in Haruki Murakami's heart, but cold sweat still breaks out on his forehead.

"Your Excellency General, the information I reported is all true, I saw very clearly at that time, the Eighth Route Army used anti-aircraft artillery to destroy Kawakami-kun's fighter, the fighter exploded in the air, and the entire Xuzhou City seemed to be raining fire, there is such a power is not a heavy weapon like anti-aircraft guns, what will it be? Therefore, Your Excellency, please believe my words, I can swear by my personality that every word I say is true. Haruki Murakami is still discerning.

The face of the temple Dashou changed, and he suddenly slammed his palm into a fist and slammed it on the table, which was very loud, shocking everyone in the office, and the little devils were a little timid to look at the temple Dashou.

"You assure me with your personality? Then I'll tell you right now, your personality is not even as good as shit, Murakami-kun, I didn't expect you to dare to be so bold, and at this time, you still dare to lie in front of me. You give me a good look at this, and then come back and give me a reasonable explanation. After the temple was finished, he threw a newspaper directly in front of Haruki Murakami.

The temple was so angry that he almost didn't scare Haruki Murakami and sat on the ground, because in his imprint, as long as the temple was angry, then the person who angered him would definitely not end well, even if he didn't die, he would have to lose several layers of skin.

Haruki Murakami squatted down and picked up the newspaper on the ground, and the front page of the newspaper was a set of photos and an article with the headline: Shocked! Terrible [***] people! As for what the content of the article is, Haruki Murakami doesn't have the heart to read it at the moment, his attention is all attracted by the set of photos in the newspaper, when he first saw this set of photos, he was so shocked that he didn't know what to say, but after he read this set of photos, he suddenly became scared again, and his body even began to tremble involuntarily. Because he is well aware that this set of photos has almost announced his death.

"Murakami-kun, have you finished reading the newspaper? Can you give me a reasonable explanation now? Where are the anti-aircraft guns of the Eighth Route Army that you are talking about? If you can't give me a satisfactory explanation today, I think I'll be very angry. Dashou in the temple had a gloomy face and said in a cold voice. To Haruki Murakami's ears, Daitoshi's voice at the moment is like a god of death in hell. He wanted to find a reason to excuse himself, but now he really didn't know how to get himself out of it.

Just when Haruki Murakami was searching his stomach and trying to find a reason for himself, the cold voice of Daishou in the temple sounded again: "Murakami-kun, what's wrong, do you have nothing to say?" If that's the case, then it means that the piece of information you gave me a few days ago about the failure of the air raid on Xuzhou and some of the information about Xuzhou is fake, right? Murakami-kun, I think you should know that what I hate most is that others lie to me, and I will never be merciful to those who deceive me, Murakami-kun, are you ready to die for the emperor? ”

Listening to the death sentence of Daishou in the temple, Haruki Murakami couldn't stand anymore, and sat on the ground with a buttocks, almost not being made into an anal fissure, although there were bursts of heart-rending pain in the buttocks, but Haruki Murakami couldn't take care of his butt at the moment, and the most important thing was that his fall made him think of a reason to excuse himself, and now he has stepped into the coffin with one foot, although this reason is very bad, but a dead horse is a live horse doctor, Haruki Murakami still decided to fight it.

"Your Excellency, you have been so unfair to me like this. I strongly doubt the real surname of this group of photos, and it is very likely that these photos were forged by the Eighth Route Army, in order to mislead some people who do not know the real situation, so that they mistakenly believe that the Eighth Route Army is a terrible army, and they want to use psychological tactics to confuse our Imperial Army. Haruki Murakami knelt on the ground and shouted to Daiju in the temple that he was wronged.

"Fart! Haruki Murakami, do you mean that my temple general is a fool and has been deceived by these photos? Let me tell you, this set of photos was not taken by the Eighth Route Army at all, the Eighth Route Army just wanted to take them and did not have a camera, this group of photos was taken by an American reporter, at that time the air raid in Xuzhou City was all taken by this American reporter, now not only China has such photos, many countries in the world already have this newspaper, but my temple Dashou as the supreme commander of the North China Theater of Operations, until today did not get the real situation about the air raid on Xuzhou, it is really ridiculous. It's a good thing that I haven't sent the information you gave me back to the Emperor, otherwise I would have become a big joke in the entire Emperor Ben [***] world. Do you think I will be happy if I report to His Majesty the Emperor that the Type 38 rifles of our Imperial Army are anti-aircraft guns? "Daishou Terauchi almost didn't jump to his feet, he was almost mad at the waste kneeling in front of him at the moment.

"Murakami, do you choose to commit suicide by caesarean section, or do you want me to do it. I give you this freedom, which is already my greatest tolerance for your mistakes this time, and I can tell you that no matter which way you die, I will give your title of warrior to His Majesty the Emperor. Daiju Terauchi sat back in his chair again, his tone became calm, but this sentence that had been calmest since Haruki Murakami entered the house was the one that directly killed him.

Haruki Murakami knew in his heart that he really had no chance of surviving this time, laughed miserably, pulled out the short knife he was wearing at his waist, held his hands to his chest, and then carefully wiped the short knife with a strip of cloth a few times, and finally said to Daishou Terauchi: "Your Excellency General, I made a serious mistake this time, I shouldn't have asked for anything, but I still want to ask the General for one more thing, please bring my ashes back to Yuben after I die, I want to be buried on the land of my own country." ”

"Okay, I promise you, you can go with confidence." The arrival of the temple's big birthday is very refreshing.

Murakami Harumura thanked him, then flipped the short knife and slowly cut into his abdomen.

"Throw him to a mass grave outside the city. It is a fool's dream that this kind of waste wants to return to the motherland after death. Terauchi Daishou sighed, looking at Haruki Murakami's crooked corpse on the ground, and the anger that had been holding in his heart finally dissipated at this moment.