I had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

Because I saw that the architectural style of this temple is Japanese.

At that moment, I couldn't control my legs and walked over.

When I arrived at the door, I followed the crack in the door and saw a reclining Buddha, and when I went to look for the 'Horse Soul Monument' just now, I finally saw the text under the plaque!

Comfort 213 Wing, donor: Mu Sakaguchi.

There is a detailed description below, but I can't tell what is described in Japanese.

As soon as I looked up, a monk walked towards us, and the green-skinned soldier behind me rushed to the front for fear that we were in danger.

"Sorry ......"

This monk looked a little different from the monks I had ever seen, but he started in Japanese, and immediately after, he was fluent in Burmese.

After he finished communicating with the green-skinned soldier, the green-skinned soldier said, "Master, this monk said that he is very sorry, the temple is being renovated, and it will not accept guests for the time being. ”

I pointed to the tablet written in Japanese and asked, "You ask him, what is this?" ”

After the greenskin soldier asked, he turned back to me and explained: "This is a soul monument erected by the people of country R, specially built for the 213th Wing who died on the battlefield, and the monk said that this unit was completely annihilated here by the Eastern Expeditionary Force, and only Sakaguchi Mu escaped death and became one of the few survivors. ”

"When Sakaguchi Mu returned to Myanmar in his later years, he erected a monument here in the name of donating the temple, which was actually to commemorate his comrades-in-arms."

There are many such things in Myanmar, Myitkyina in northern Myanmar, only four or five hours from our Tengchong, and there are similar temples there.

So why does this thing exist in the form of a temple?

The reason is very simple, no one in the whole of Myanmar dares to accept the request of the people of country R to build a god side, for fear of offending the eastern dragon. They had no choice but to settle for the next best thing, and erected the monuments of these people here by building Japanese-style temples.

Moreover, travel agencies around the country will be notified that our tour guides will not accept them, and our tourists will refuse to visit.

The greenskin soldier continued: "This monk said that in this place, the lives of 3,400 soldiers once withered like cherry blossoms, and they died heroically, but the living should not forget them. ”

"Master, no, I can't stand it!"

The old harrier eagle, who had drunk a stomach, couldn't stand it anymore, and stood there and opened his mouth, and the beer poured into it sprayed out at the names on the wall as if he had rushed open the floodgates.

Oops, that smell at that time, straight to the sky!

"Yaga!"

The monk of country R immediately widened his eyes!

I was already full of anger, and after listening to the green soldier say these words, I was ready to make a move, and I grabbed the neck of the monk of country R, which made the old harrier eagle disgusted, and I really didn't hold it, opened my mouth, and also turned on the spray mode...... At the monk's face......

Phew!

Burst!!!

I grabbed the monk of country R and vomited, and the wine line that spit out at that time probably made him feel the push back of the sports car.

When I finished throwing up, I pushed the monk away and scolded: "I'm your mother, you fucking got me!" ”

I turned my head again, my face was paralyzed and I was holding on to the horse soul monument and vomiting wildly, and the old smoking gun sprayed on the reclining Buddha in one gulp.

This vomit was terrible, and the footsteps inside sounded, and four or five monks came out together, standing there and shouting to hide their feet.

I was already vomiting at the moment, and I saw that the monks were about to pull away from the reclining Buddha with the old smoking guns in the vomit, and took out the dagger from the waist of the green-skinned soldier beside me, and I didn't forget to turn around and shout: "Everyone in military uniform goes out, today, there is nothing to do here!" ”

The old harrier had just finished vomiting and was retching there, when he opened his eyes, he saw me walking over with a knife, and he didn't even think about it, but followed with the steps of the dragon......

I just showed my knife at a monk, and the old harrier eagle immediately approached, and held the kid's hands under the opponent's armpits, and I stabbed it in the side - poof!

After the knife was pierced, the monk in the arms of the old harrier eagle was in pain, and he asked: "Master, because of what!" ”

I said with a cold face: "R country god toilet!" ”

In the next second, the old harrier eagle finally reacted, and was put down by the kid I zha, grabbed the other party's head with one hand and broke his neck - gah!

A crisp sound was heard.

Immediately afterwards, the facial paralysis wiped his mouth with his sleeve and rushed over, and as soon as the old smoking gun heard my words, he immediately began to toss in the hands of the three monks.

When I took the knife and went over again, the monk who fell next to him was just about to climb up when the old harrier eagle picked up a brick out of nowhere and photographed it directly.

The Greenskins were completely stupid, and he really wanted to understand why this group of men who stood at the center of Bang Kang's power killed people in such a way with a gun in his arms and a grenade on his body.

"Master, leave me one!"

As I staggered and shouted my prayers, I had just stabbed my knife into one monk's chest, and the old smoking gun rode viciously on the other monk, strangling the other's neck with both hands, and pinching his entire face.

Facial paralysis saw the monk who had escaped, he looked left and right to see that there was really no guy around, and it was absolutely impossible to bring a gun when he came to see me, so he lowered his head and chased after him.

When he chased him into the temple, he saw a golden body in a suit bowing to a book in the hall, where he also saw a plaster flag with the words "Victory" written on it, a "Yasukuni sword", and the names and photos of Shojiro Nagai and Masamichi Fukuyama on the list.

Turning his head, he grabbed the back of the monk's neck with facial paralysis and shouted: "Happy to worship, right?" ”

Pinch his neck and smash it directly on the table!

Bang!

Blood splattered.

"I'll let you worship!"

Bang!

Fractured bones.

Since then, the sound of head pounding has not stopped, until I rushed in with my hands covered in blood, and my face was still smashing there.

It was only then that I walked to the side of the printed material with a written record, and it was only then that I understood what this unit was doing in Burma.

They were responsible for forcing prisoners of war and laborers to build the Thailand-Burma railway, and when our expeditionary force annihilated this force, they had a booklet with the words 40,000 prisoners and 300,000 laborers.

From this point of view, under every sleeper of this railway, there are unjust souls buried, and this group of turtle bastards who have harmed the whole of Asia can have such a mourning after death, do they deserve it? Not only do many of these guys have their own photos, but they also clearly record the time of death, and many of our fighters still don't know their names, why?

"Facial paralysis ......"

"Alright!"

I pulled my facial paralysis away from the blood-soaked stone tabletop, pointed at the things, and said, "It's all burned, don't leave it at all, it's all burned for me!" ”

They don't have the slightest repentance, at least I don't see the slightest hint of repentance in this temple.

All I saw was the commemoration of the bastards who did their best to remember and the mourning of that tragic era.

I let you remember, I make you mourn!

I'm X your mother!

Call!

When the fire was raging in the temple, a few of us had just come out of it, and at that moment, the old harrier eagle suddenly opened its mouth......

"Yangtze River ~ Great Wall!"

The fish head immediately sang along: "Yellow Mountain ~ Yellow River!" ”

In the next second, those of us who have lost our nationality say in unison: "It weighs a thousand pounds in my heart!! ”

You can search for these things.

(End of chapter)