Bright Sword: I took Li Yunlong to work in military industry

Chapter 489: Monk: Slapping the Japanese prisoner who mentioned the Geneva Convention

Snap, snap.

Two big slaps were given on the face of Jiro Murayama, the captain of the Japanese gendarmerie stationed at Yukou Coal Mine. The Japanese soldier staggered two steps on the spot, and two red slap marks appeared on his face.

This was not the end at all. The monk then kicked the captain of the Japanese gendarmerie in the chest, kicking him several steps away and finally causing him to fall to the ground.

Two clicks.

Everyone present heard two sounds of bones breaking.

Just now, the monk's kick with his boots broke two of the captain of the Japanese gendarmerie's ribs.

Seeing this scene, all the Japanese soldiers were excited, and many of them began to clamor, ready to attack the soldiers of the Fourth Battalion of the Independent Regiment who were surrounding and guarding them.

The monk snatched the rifle from Duan Peng's hand and pointed the gun directly at the noisy Japanese soldiers.

Damn it, he was worried that he couldn't find any excuse to be captured by these Japanese devils. If these Japanese devils took two more steps forward, the gun in his hand would immediately and completely wipe out these Japanese prisoners.

However, facing the piercing muzzles of the Type 56 and Type 56 semi-automatic rifles, the Japanese soldiers instantly became intimidated and dared not move forward. They could only helplessly put down their raised fists.

The monk saw that these guys were actually scared, and a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes: "Didn't you guys say before that you were practicing some damn Bushido?

Why don’t you dare now?

Your commander was beaten like this by me, and you don't even dare to resist?"

As he spoke, the monk looked at the Japanese prisoners, hoping that one or two brave Japanese would rush out and cause trouble, giving him an excuse to shoot.

However, after three minutes, not a single Japanese soldier rushed out.

The monk was extremely disappointed.

So the monk decided to set the prisoners on fire again.

The monk, holding the Type 56 submachine gun snatched from Duan Peng, walked step by step towards Jiro Murayama who had just been kicked to the ground by him. As he walked towards him, he stared into Jiro Murayama's eyes, and the Japanese soldier didn't dare to look him in the eye.

Even when the monk walked over, Jiro Murayama barely supported his body with his arms and moved back inch by inch.

In front of the monk, the god of death, even the most vicious Japanese were scared.

How could the monk give the devil a chance to escape? He walked up to Murayama Jiro with a strong sense of oppression and stepped hard on the chest of Murayama Jiro who was half lying on the ground.

Click, click.

Two crisp sounds rang out again.

Two ribs broke.

Jiro Murayama's face turned paler in an instant, and cold sweat broke out like rain.

The monk stepped on Murayama Jiro's chest and then twisted it with his foot. The tremendous pain made the devil scream.

Then the monk continued to step on the chest of the Japanese gendarmerie captain. He leaned down and stared at the Japanese's face, which had turned pale with pain, from a distance of three feet.

spit.

A mouthful of saliva sprayed directly on Jiro Murayama's face.

commotion.

The Japanese prisoners became agitated again.

The monk's action was an extreme insult to the Japanese prisoners, but this time they did not dare to make any move, because they were not stupid and could see clearly that the officer of the independent regiment wanted to provoke them.

After waiting for a few dozen seconds, the Japanese prisoners did not move and the monk's face was full of disappointment.

"You damned devils, let me teach you a lesson. It was our Minister Yu who told us that you damned devils refused to sign the Geneva Convention as early as 29, and you are not protected by the Convention at all.

Minister Yu told us that if we encounter Japanese prisoners who bring up the Geneva Convention, we should not waste words with them but just give them a slap in the face. "

The monk stepped on Jiro Murayama's chest and spoke word by word while staring into the devil's eyes.

The light in the eyes of the devil Murayama Jiro instantly disappeared. He didn't expect that he would actually meet someone who knew what was going on here. He couldn't fool the officers and soldiers of the independent regiment with international law.

As the monk was talking, he recalled the expression and words of Minister Yu when he was popularizing this issue to everyone. He remembered that Minister Yu said: "If you encounter these troublemakers, you can bring them to me and I will slap them in the face.

Oh, forget it. There is no way there is any living Japanese soldier in front of me.

The devils are dead, there is no point in beating them anymore."

The monk took his foot off the devil. He had already subdued him both physically and mentally, so there was no need to continue.

He raised the Type 56 submachine gun and swept the muzzle of the gun at all the Japanese prisoners in the area. Although he did not fire a shot, all the Japanese took a step back in unison.

It’s so impressive!

The monk was actually feeling a little disappointed when he saw this scene. Why wasn't there a single devil with some courage and backbone among so many devils? Wasn't he just lacking an excuse?

How could these little Japanese be so ignorant? Don’t they realize that they are giving themselves excuses?

Lu Guoliang stood behind the monk, staring in amazement as he watched him complete the entire set of movements. He almost fainted.

It turns out that treating Japanese prisoners of war can be so easy?

When I was in the local area before, I always heard that the Japanese were deeply influenced by Bushido and they were all very brave and stubborn. But after seeing the monk's actions today, Lu Guoliang understood a truth: the Japanese are also cowards and will give in in the face of absolute power.

The stubborn and foolish Bushido spirit is nothing in the face of the threat of death.

The monk turned around with the gun in his hand and handed it to Duan Peng, saying, "Captain Lu, these Japanese prisoners are now in your hands."

"Hey, okay!"

Lu Guoliang had just seen the monk's decisive and ruthless side, and responded hurriedly.

When the fourth battalion commander Lu Guoliang was preparing to arrange for people to take back this group of frightened Japanese prisoners, another company commander who was responsible for collecting the miners ran over breathlessly and said, "Battalion commander, battalion commander, go to Nangou and take a look. These damn Japanese are simply not human!

They are all a bunch of beasts!"

Those who could become the company commander of an independent regiment in this era had all come through gunfire and hail of bullets. They were not men of steel, but at this moment these men had tears in their voices.