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Chapter 285: Shibazaki Division Commander Escapes

Shanghai Mayor Yu Dajun and his party also followed more than 500 American troops into Baoshan and hurriedly picked up Xiao Lei, Stilwell and his party.

When passing through the blockade set up by the Japanese army outside the city, the river-entering team of the First Battalion of the Sixth Infantry Regiment of the Japanese Army stopped the team.

Captain Irie Daiki strode forward and shouted coldly: "Check!"

When Stilwell saw the Japanese, his face was full of anger: If he hadn't been lucky yesterday, he would have died long ago.

Now he is once again sitting in a jeep with diplomatic license plates, protected by 500 marines, and has to be inspected again.

Immediately, he opened the car door and walked out, walked to the front of the team, stretched out his hand and fired his bow left and right at Team Leader Irie Daiki.

"Shet! If you don't give way, I will give the order to fire!"

When the colonel got off the bus, five hundred US troops had already set up their machine guns, and US military planes were circling overhead.

Stilwell is now in a very unhappy mood: the authority of the United States has been repeatedly challenged by the Japanese, and last night the multinational military observer group failed to reach a statement condemning the Japanese.

This means that not only those people on the airship died in vain, but the fifty-two marines he brought with him were also burned to death in vain.

Last night, the Japanese ambassador had already offered a price to Johnson through an intermediary: a humanitarian subsidy of US$50,000 for the dead American, a US$50,000 for the reporter on the airship, and US$100,000 for the observer.

The soldiers who were burned to death received a humanitarian subsidy of US$100,000, and the journalists who survived received a humanitarian subsidy of US$50,000.

Company Captain Smith received a subsidy of one hundred thousand, and Colonel Stilwell received a subsidy of two hundred thousand.

This time the Japanese were bleeding profusely.

At this price, Johnson has already shipped it to China and is waiting for domestic instructions.

After Colonel Stilwell heard the news, he was extremely angry: all this was exactly the same as what Ross wrote down at the last moment of his life.

What the Japanese said at the last moment of his death has really come true now.

This was not enough to make him so angry that he lost his mind. What made Stilwell so angry that he wanted to rush into Capitol Hill immediately was:

Through emergency negotiation, the country decided to accept the solution proposed by the Japanese.

After receiving this notice, Stilwell was still unable to tell Commander Lu and Wei Mingyang, who had rescued him, that this was a diplomatic secret and he could not leak it.

But when I thought about the fifty-two soldiers who accompanied him into Baoshan County yesterday, they were now dead.

Even their bodies were burned to ashes by Japanese incendiary bombs.

These ordinary American soldiers became bargaining chips for politicians and arms dealers, and died here in vain.

Their deaths are nothing in the eyes of domestic politicians and businessmen.

If I had been burned to death yesterday, the result would not be any different.

Just thinking about this made Stilwell furious.

The angrier he gets, the more sad he feels for his own incompetence.

He once believed that the United States was powerful and could protect the legal rights of every citizen.

Only now did Stilwell realize clearly that the so-called protection was just a pseudonym.

In the eyes of American politicians and businessmen, everything has a price.

Soldiers' lives have a price, American freedom has a price, and so-called freedom also has a price.

All this was clearly written on paper, this time the price of fifty-two soldiers was one hundred thousand dollars.

What about next time?

This time it was fifty-two soldiers who died. How many will it be the next time?

Five hundred? Five thousand? Or the death of fifty thousand soldiers?

How many soldiers must die before domestic politicians and businessmen will agree to fight for the United States?

How long will it take for domestic politicians and businessmen to agree to fight for justice?

Colonel Stilwell, who felt that he and his soldiers had been betrayed by the United States, finally broke out in the face of the Japanese blocking the road.

Stilwell didn't know how to vent the anger in his heart, so he slapped him back and forth a dozen times.

Captain Irie Daiki kept shouting: "Hai!"

Its face was swollen, and it was forbidden to shoot unless strictly ordered by the captain.

Team leader Irie Daiki pulled out his command sword and swung it out. The team leader asked him to stop the group of American troops and insult them.

Then let them pass, because this can increase the prestige of the imperial army.

“There’s nothing special about these Americans!

There’s nothing special about Westerners!

The imperial army wounded their ambassador, but they did not dare to take action.

I will only protest, strongly protest!

The imperial army blew up their warships, but they still didn't dare to fight back!

Just a protest, a strong protest!

This time the imperial army crashed their airship and burned their soldiers to death, but these Westerners still did not dare to say anything.

So I’m here to insult them, these Americans don’t even dare to give a shit.” These were the captain’s original words.

Captain Irie Daiki didn't expect that the United States would be so arrogant, facing a heavy machine gun, and dare to slap himself with the muzzle of the machine gun.

What's even more hateful is that two female reporters kept pressing the shutter at this time and took pictures of this scene.

Such a shameful scene cannot be published, otherwise it will greatly affect the image of the imperial army.

Captain Irie Daiki took a step back and pointed with his right hand at the two female reporters.

Immediately, several Japanese soldiers rushed over, and this time Stilwell was furious.

The three pillars of life: We have lived together together! We have shouldered guns together! We have prospered together!

Dai Lisi and Xiao Lei had fought with him, and these devils actually wanted to capture them.
Chapter completed!
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