Chapter 67: Forced Confession
Naoto Asano woke up from his coma.
Apart from a burning pain in the right buttock, there was no other discomfort.
However, this little Japanese was cunning enough. After waking up, he did not open his eyes immediately, but kept his eyes closed and pretended to be unconscious.
But a pair of ears stood up.
Chinese people can be heard talking.
There was also a faint aroma of meat that permeated his nose.
Naoto Asano lived in Wuhan for nearly ten years before joining the army, so he could hear clearly what these Chinese people with Hubei accents were saying?
Chinese A: "It smells really good."
Chinese Person B: "It smells really good."
Chinese C: "I didn't expect human flesh to be so delicious."
Hearing this, Naoshi Asano 's heart skipped a beat. Human flesh?
Chinese people: "If we had known that human flesh was so delicious, we should have transported back those 200+ Japanese corpses last time. It would be enough for us to eat for half a year!"
Chinese A: "That's right. What a waste."
Chinese C: "It's not too late to know now. Just don't waste it in the future."
"It's a must." The Chinese soldier said, "From now on, we must not waste the devils we catch. We must kill them all and eat their meat."
Upon hearing this, Naoto Asano immediately felt a strong discomfort in his stomach. These Chinese were so barbaric that they actually ate human flesh. What was the difference between them and wild beasts?
He originally thought that Kuroshima Jiro was barbaric enough.
However, I didn't expect that these Eighth Route Army soldiers were even more brutal than Kuroshima Jiro.
Chinese A: "Let's not talk about that for now. We can't waste this little devil in front of us."
"That's right, I'll go cut another piece of butt meat." Chinese Ding said, "I didn't even get to eat the last piece, you bastards took it all away."
Hearing this, Naoto Asano shuddered with fear.
What's going on? Did the Chinese just eat his buttocks?
No wonder he felt a burning pain on the right side of his butt just now. Could it be that his entire right butt was eaten? And now they want to cut off his left butt and roast it?
At this moment, Naoto Asano was really scared.
Just as he was feeling frightened, he vaguely heard footsteps approaching him.
Then there was the sound of heavy breathing, and it seemed that someone squatted down.
Then Naoto Asano felt his body being roughly turned over, and then his pants were taken off, and then he felt a slight coolness on his left buttock.
It seemed as if a sharp blade was sticking towards him.
Thinking that the only left half of my buttocks would also be gone,
Asano Naoto was immediately terrified and screamed: "No, don't eat me!"
Along with the shout, Naoto Asano's eyes suddenly opened and he turned over suddenly.
Then he saw an Eighth Route Army soldier squatting in front of him with a bayonet in his hand, and his pair of fierce eyes kept glancing at his left buttock.
Asano Naoto's anus suddenly tightened.
My butt also subconsciously shrank back.
"Don't eat me." Naoto Asano begged again, "Please."
"You can speak Chinese?" The Eighth Route Army soldier seemed a little surprised, but he did not stop his actions. He turned Naoto Asano over and pressed him to the ground.
Naoto Asano struggled hard, but his hands were tied behind his back and he couldn't get free.
The Eighth Route Army held down Asano Naoto and said, "But speaking Chinese won't save you. We haven't eaten meat for a long time, so today we can have you as our first choice."
Naoto Asano turned his head hard and just saw the Eighth Route Army's bayonet cutting down from the corner of his eye.
The next second, Naoto Asano felt a piercing pain in his left buttock. The pain was so severe that he fainted instantly.
After an unknown amount of time, Naoto Asano woke up again.
This time I didn't pretend to be dead, because there was no point in pretending.
Turning his head, he saw a local guerrilla holding a piece of meat and cutting it into small pieces with a sharp bayonet. He then strung them together with small wooden sticks and roasted them over the fire.
There were already a dozen skewers of meat on the fire.
And it has been roasted until it is greasy.
The air was filled with the enticing aroma of barbecue.
Seeing this, Naoto Asano burst into tears, really tears.
"Beasts, demons, you are a bunch of demons, not human beings."
"You are not human, you eat human flesh, you are a bunch of demons."
"After you die, you will definitely go to hell, the eighteenth level of hell."
The dozen or so guerrillas pretended not to hear anything and continued to chat and laugh while barbecuing.
Naoto Asano felt his buttocks hurt even more, and he suspected that they had been cut to the bone.
There were more than a dozen of them in this group of Eighth Route Army soldiers. Even though his buttocks were fat, they were not enough to eat.
Just when he was thinking that there was not enough food, another Eighth Route Army soldier stood up and walked towards him with a sharp bayonet in his hand.
"Just two buttocks, how can they be enough to eat?" Tubalu said as he walked, "We might as well slice the meat off the little devil's thighs, that way we'll barely have enough to eat."
As he spoke, Tubalu squatted down next to Naoto Asano.
Immediately afterwards, Naoto Asano felt a blade pressing against his right leg.
At this point, Naoto Asano completely collapsed and began to wail loudly like a pig being slaughtered.
Naoto Asano might be able to face death calmly, but he could not face the end of having his flesh and blood eaten calmly. This was not only because of the torture similar to lingchi, but also because of the Japanese beliefs.
Because in the Japanese belief, if the body cannot remain intact, there is no way for one to be reincarnated even after death and one can only become a wandering ghost. Who can stand this ?
Even if I die, my soul must return to my hometown.
The Japanese also have a strong sense of local sentiment.
"No, please don't eat me."
"I can provide you with information!"
Naoto Asano's will completely collapsed.
He begged the Eighth Route Army with tears in his eyes not to eat him.
"But we don't want intelligence, we just want meat."
As the Eighth Route Army soldier spoke, he raised his sharp bayonet again.
"No, please don't eat me, I will be useful to you."
Naoto Asano cried even harder, looking as aggrieved as a child.
"Okay." The Eighth Route Army soldier finally put down his bayonet. "Tell me what you know. If you can really provide valuable information, I won't eat you."
"Our regiment is composed of the reserve troops of the Guards Cavalry Regiment."
"Our captain is Kuroshima Morita, a member of the royal family, a baron."
"Our regiment has four cavalry squadrons, one cavalry artillery squadron, one heavy machine gun squadron, one armored vehicle squadron and one baggage squadron, with a total strength of more than 1,400 people."
"Oh, by the way, there are only three cavalry squadrons left now."
"Our regiment has more than 1,300 war horses and mules."
"In addition, there are eight Type 87 armored vehicles and four Type 95 tanks."
Naoto Asano then spilled out everything he knew.
Finally, Naoto Asano even told gossip about Kuroshima Morita.
"The captain of the guard squad, Kuroshima Jiro, is the younger brother of our regiment commander, but they are not born to the same mother."
"Kuroshima Jiro's mother is only forty years old, the same age as our wing captain, and our wing captain's father was already seventy years old when he married his second wife. So there are rumors that Kuroshima Jiro is not actually our wing captain's biological brother, but an illegitimate child born from his wild relationship with his stepmother."
"Fuck, this is such a mess."
A dozen war wolves exclaimed in amazement.
Wang Ye said: "What is Kuroshima Morita's personality like?"
"Reckless." Asano Naoto said, "But his horsemanship is of a very high standard, and his kendo is top-notch. Rumor has it that he once wiped out a small dojo with just a sword."
Wang Ye asked again: "Where is Kuroshima Jiro?"
"More reckless." Asano Naoto said, "Although the wing commander is reckless, he can be terrifyingly calm at times. However, Kuroshima Jiro is a complete idiot who does things without thinking."
After a pause, he continued, "By the way, the last time we went deep into the Taihang bandit area... no, it was your base area. It was Kuroshima Jiro's guard cavalry squad that went 20 kilometers deep into your base area and massacred a village."
"It turned out to be this little Japanese!" Wei Dayong and others showed terrifying murderous intent in their eyes.
"Well, well..." Asano Naoto said anxiously, "I have told you all the information I know. You won't eat me again, right?"
Hearing this, a dozen war wolves burst into laughter.
After hearing this, Naoto Asano was shocked.
