White-headed Clay Hope looked at the jungle in the distance with his eyes as if they had no focus. He sighed silently and then shook his head and said:
“No, there are still so many wounded brothers here, I can’t leave them alone.
I'll wait here for those Japanese.
You should retreat first!"
The middle-aged man hesitated for a while, as if he had made up his mind, gritted his teeth and stepped forward and said:
"Sir, I will stay with you too."
The chaotic sounds behind me were getting quieter and quieter, and most of the people in the camp had already taken their food and fled in all directions.
The old man did not turn his head. He was silent for a while after hearing what the middle-aged man said.
“No, you can’t stay.
...
...
If you are really worried about me, you can wait two days and come back to the camp to check on me.
If you have the chance, please help me collect the body!
Also, if you have a chance to escape, you must find a way to spread the news of what happened here."
Knowing that the old man was determined to die, it was useless to dissuade him, so the middle-aged man said no more.
But the possibility of escaping from this island alive is too small.
After all, this is an island where prisoners are exiled and no one cares about it.
The only chance may be to wait for the next time prisoners are transported to the island.
But no one knows when that will happen.
It is difficult to confirm whether I can live to that time.
But at this time, the middle-aged man could only nod in response to the old man's dying wishes.
"Well, sir,
I will try to sneak back in two days, and I hope to see you again then!"
Both of them knew that the possibility was very low, but the middle-aged man still held on to a glimmer of hope.
The old man waved his hand without even raising his head, signaling the middle-aged man to leave.
The middle-aged man took one last look at the somewhat desolate back of the white-headed bird, gritted his teeth, entered the camp, and casually collected some food.
When leaving the camp, he bowed deeply to the white-crowned crane, then walked into the dense jungle, looking back every few steps.
…
When the first ray of sunlight rises above the sea level and shines on the Fernando de Noronha Islands.
The Japanese camp was already crowded with people, men, women, old and young, supporting each other. Those who were still able to stand normally were all standing in an open space.
The corpses on the ground last night have been cleaned up, but the remaining blood on the ground still tells people about the tragedy of last night.
In the middle of the open space stood a straight tree trunk, about ten meters long.
Mizuno Nobuyoshi and Kobayashi Hisasaku were standing under the flagpole, and not far away opposite them were three hundred fully armed soldiers standing in a neat line.
Behind the soldiers are the Japanese people on the island.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on Mizuno Xinyi, who coughed twice and said:
"My fellow citizens of the Empire of Japan, today is a moment that will be remembered in history.
We, the expatriates of the Great Japanese Empire in Brazil, the loyal subjects of His Majesty Tianhuang, are about to accomplish a great feat.
In Brazil, thousands of miles away from the Empire of Japan, we offer a piece of territory in the Atlantic Ocean to His Majesty the Great Emperor Tianhuang.
This will go down in history for all of us, and will also herald the growth of the Empire of Japan.
Let us cheer for His Majesty Tianhuang!
Half a year!"
"Half a year!"
"Half a year!"
After hearing Mizuno Nobuyoshi's call, the crowd below was excited. They raised their hands and shouted in unison, "Half a year!"
After doing this three times, Mizuno Xinyi said to everyone again:
"Now, in front of everyone's eyes, we will raise the flag of the Empire of Japan.
Announce to the world that from today on, this island is an overseas territory of the Empire of Japan.
Please join me in singing Tian Huang. "
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone began to sing in unison, the Japanese national anthem "Kimi ga Yo".
Mizuno Nobuyoshi and Kobayashi Hisasaku also sang the song while raising the national flag on the flagpole with solemn expressions.
As the plaster flag rose, all the Japanese cheered again in unison like crazy.
"Half a year!"
"Half a year!"
The bright red on the plaster flag flying high on the flagpole formed a sharp contrast with the blood red on the ground that had not yet completely solidified.
It seems to be reminding the world that wherever this flag is raised, there will be bloodshed.
The crowd's revelry lasted for more than five minutes before gradually dying down.
After everyone calmed down, Mizuno Xinyi straightened his clothes, stood under the plaster flag with a serious face, and said to the three hundred fully armed soldiers:
"Your Majesty Tianhuang's brave subjects, although we have completed the occupation of the island.
But there are still many rats on this island who are unwilling to obey the leadership of His Majesty Tianhuang.
They are gathering their strength in the dark corners of the island, ready to attack us at any time.
We must wipe them all out immediately to prevent them from destroying the sacred territory of His Majesty Tianhuang.
So now I command:
Everyone was fully armed and cleared out all non-Japanese people on the island.
Let us offer a clean territory to His Majesty Tianhuang.
Set off!"
After saying that, he waved his hand.
It should have been a very imposing image, but combined with his short and fat figure, it seemed indescribably funny.
The fully armed Japanese were the first to walk out of the camp in an orderly manner, followed by the elderly, the weak, women and children holding various wooden sticks and long shields.
It turned out that Mizuno Nobuyoshi was leading everyone to hunt down the prisoners who had been defeated by them.
The huge crowd rushed towards the prisoners' camp along the narrow paths on the island.
The first destination was the base camp of the bearded man Folke Pinto, but because the bearded man had died on the way to the charge last night, the people who returned to the camp understood that they could not stay in the camp.
They had already cleared out all your supplies in the camp, leaving only some seriously injured people who were unable to move.
Mizuno Nobuyoshi couldn't even treat his own wounded, so of course he couldn't treat these prisoners.
At the same time, he had no food to waste on the wounded.
Therefore, he gave orders to the soldiers around him without hesitation:
"Eliminate them with bayonets."
"Hayi!"
The Japanese, holding rifles with bayonets, stabbed all the wounded to death one by one. In an instant, the whole camp was filled with panicked pleas for mercy and screams.
The fully armed soldiers kicked open the dilapidated shacks one by one and searched every place that could hide people.
If anyone was found alive, they would be stabbed with a bayonet.
The elderly, the weak, women and children who had no weapons followed the soldiers into the camp and packed up everything they saw that they thought was valuable.
Finally, a fire burned the entire camp to the ground.
It has to be said that the Japanese have an unparalleled talent for the Three Alls Policy.
Wherever they passed, they were completely killed, robbed, and burned, leaving no trace behind.
The bearded man’s camp was not small. After all, there were about 700 people living here.
It took a whole morning to clean up the camp.
Mizuno Nobuyoshi and Kobayashi Hisasaku were both well aware that many survivors had fled into the dense forest.
In order to cut off their survival, orders had been given to move all supplies in the camp away, and to burn anything that could not be moved away.
Nothing of value must be left behind for the survivors.
Even if we can't find them out of the jungle, we must let them starve to death in the jungle.
After cleaning up this camp, everyone headed towards the camp of the white-headed bird.
The island was not very big to begin with, and everyone knew exactly where the camps of the several forces on the island were.
So, everyone quickly surrounded the white-headed bird's camp.
From a distance, Mizuno Nobuyoshi saw the white-headed old man standing outside the camp. The soldiers around him wanted to shoot and kill him, but were stopped by Mizuno Nobuyoshi.
The old man standing outside the camp had already seen the thick smoke billowing out of the bearded man's camp. He knew very well that the other party was preparing to wipe out the enemy completely this time.
Looking at Mizuno Shinji slowly approaching him, the white-headed Clay Hope had a blank expression on his face.
"Mr. Whitehead, I didn't expect you to greet me at the camp gate."
Mizuno Nobuyoshi seemed to be in a good mood, and he came up to the old man with a proud look on his face.
“No, you are wrong!
I'm standing here just to tell you that this is my camp.
You are not welcome, please leave!"
Clay Hope had a calm expression as he looked coldly at the smug little Japanese man in front of him.
When Mizuno Xinyi heard his words, he was not angry, but laughed:
"Mr. Whitehead, are you getting senile?
From now on, the whole island is ours and I can go wherever I want.
It's not your turn to make decisions."
After saying that, he stretched his head to take a look at the messy camp behind the white-headed old man.
He chuckled disdainfully and said:
"Tsk! Tsk! Mr. Whitehead, are you going to stop me by yourself?"
At this time, the white-headed old man also understood that he had no ability to resist at all.
He didn't say anything either, but just stood straight in front of Mizuno Nobuyoshi, blocking his way.
Mizuno Nobuyoshi glanced at him, not wanting to waste any more time talking to him, and waved to the back.
The soldiers with weapons rushed forward.
A soldier was about to stab the old man to death with his bayonet, but Mizuno Nobuyoshi stopped him and said:
“Don’t be so rude to Mr. Whitehead. Go into the camp first and check carefully to see how many people are left.
We will let Mr. Whitehead see with his own eyes how I got into his camp."
Upon hearing this, the soldier turned his rifle around and hit Clay Hope in the face with the butt of the rifle.
He was hit on the head and it was bleeding, but Clay Hope did not give in. He knew he had nowhere to retreat.
But the Japanese obviously would not be stopped by an old man like him, and hit him in the stomach with the butt of his rifle again, causing him to fall to the ground like a shrimp.
He watched as the Japanese man stepped over his body and rushed towards the camp.
The white-headed bird cried out:
"We surrender! ... We surrender! I don't know if you can let us go.
There are only wounded people here, they won't pose any threat to you.
Please...we surrender!"
The soldiers ignored the call of the white-crowned crane and stepped over him and rushed into the camp.
Mizuno Xinyi squatted beside the white-headed old man and said:
“Mr. Whitehead, don’t say I didn’t give you a chance.
If you could get all those who have fled into the jungle to come out and surrender to me.
I can consider letting you go. How about it? "
Clay Hope, the white-headed old man, endured the pain and gasped:
“Everyone had already scattered, and I couldn’t find them at all.
There are wounded people here, please, let them go."
Mizuno Xinyi's eyes were cold, and he said in a chilling tone:
"Mr. Whitehead, don't blame me then.
I do not accept your surrender!"
Then, the white-headed old man heard screams and curses coming from the camp.
This made the old man's eyes turn red with anger. He gritted his teeth and used all his strength to pounce on Mizuno Nobuyoshi.
But before he could pounce, Kobayashi Hisasaku at the side had already raised his hand and fired a shot, directly blowing off the top of his head.
Mizuno Xinyi spat in disdain, stood up and walked towards the camp.
Next, the Japanese replicated what they had done in the previous camp.
I don’t know if God couldn’t stand the Japanese’s evil deeds, but the sky was clear in the morning.
Strong winds started to blow in the afternoon, accompanied by heavy rain.
All the Japanese were soaked.
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