My own war game

Chapter 209 Captive
"Catch him! Don't let him get away!"

The Japanese command sounded very close by.

The trees around him shook, and a tall white man wearing only white underwear appeared in front of him. When he saw He Chi, a look of despair appeared on his face.

"Baga! Domala! Domala!" The angry Japanese voice was right behind the white man, and two short figures emerged from the bushes holding weapons.

He was wearing a brown tropical military uniform, shorts, a canvas backpack, cloth tabi shoes, a standard Type 38 rifle in his hand, and a water bottle and grenades hanging around his waist.

Standard Japanese infantry equipment for tropical regions.

The two soldiers were stunned when they saw He Chi in front of them, and then raised the Type 38 rifles in their hands.

But at this time, the strange Asian man on the other side spoke in Japanese.

"Malu Yelang, the weapon in front of you, the officer in charge, the officer in charge?" (Idiot! Are you going to point your weapon at the officer?)

The familiar mother tongue with the accent of the Kanto region made the two grassroots Japanese soldiers inexplicably panic. The man opposite them was not wearing a military uniform but he did have an aura, and the scolding he gave was as authentic as that of their own superior.

Is he really one of us? Is he the superior?

The hierarchical concept that had been formed in the Japanese army for a long time made the two men hesitate.

The hesitation was only a moment, but it was enough to cost both men their lives.

The guy on the opposite side had cut in between the two men in the next second. Before the two soldiers could react, He Chi had already reached out and touched the bayonet on one of them's waist.

The two Japanese soldiers were horrified and wanted to turn their guns around, but the length of the Type 38 rifle became the biggest obstacle at such a close distance.

Puff!!! The bayonet slashed across one man's neck without slowing down, and He Chi thrust the tip of the knife into another man's chest.

The great pain made the soldier want to scream, but He Chi covered his mouth with one hand and then twisted the bayonet in his hand.

The two Japanese soldiers fell to the ground and did not move. After a while, the smell of blood wafted out.

"Can you stand up?" He Chi asked the white man, and the other party nodded in shock.

"Are you Filipino?" the white man said, panting and looking at the yellow man in front of him.

"He Chi, a Chinese, previously served on the Langley." He Chi reached out and pulled the other person up.

The man sighed. "Is that so? That's a pity."

"Regret? Why?" He Chi didn't understand what the other party meant for a moment.

"Don't you know yet? The Langley was sunk in the Indonesian waters more than two months ago..." the other party said in an apologetic tone.

"The Langley has sunk?!" He Chi was shocked. He carefully recalled the service time of the Langley in history, and suddenly grabbed the other party's shoulder and asked, "What day is today?"

"Um, don't you know? Today is April 4th."

"Fuck! It's too late!" He Chi cursed inwardly when he heard the date. The timing of the copy was very badly arranged.

A month ago, the commander-in-chief of the US forces in the Philippines and the commander of the US Far East Army, four-star General MacArthur, quietly fled to Australia on a submarine while the soldiers on the front line were still fighting bravely.

He abandoned his colleague, Lieutenant General Jonathan Wainwright, and tens of thousands of American soldiers, but took his family, entourage, and pet dog with him.

Lieutenant General Jonathan Wainwright led the defenders to hold on, and finally left the position and surrendered to the Japanese on April 1942, 4 when they ran out of ammunition and food. By then, there was no organized resistance force in the entire Bataan area, and the Japanese occupied the entire Philippines.

Now the entire Philippines is covered with plaster flags, and we may encounter the Japanese at almost any time.

The mission of the copy was to let He Chi escape from the Philippines before August, but this time it would be useless even if he managed to grab a plane - because there was no place for him to land.

He Chi had to take one step at a time. He squatted down and began to search the bodies of the two dead Japanese soldiers, and even stripped them of their clothes.

"Mr. He..., although I also hate the Japanese, insulting the dead is still..." The white man next to him actually tried to persuade He Chi.

He Chi glanced at the other person, making the white man feel cold all over.

"You're not a soldier?"

"Yes, I'm a war correspondent for the Los Angeles Times. My name is John Charles." The white man patted the small bag on his waist. Only then did He Chi realize that there was an old-fashioned camera in it.

This guy said that he was sent to the Philippines to learn about the local military life because he was highly regarded by the headquarters. (He Chi suspected that he was being framed by his superiors)
As a result, the Japanese army launched an attack and he was blocked on the island. He was separated from the troops when the American troops retreated. If he had not met He Chi, he would have been forced by the Japanese to work as a laborer or a bayonet target.

"No wonder, are all you war correspondents so idealistic?" The Oriental man rolled his eyes helplessly, but did not stop his hands.

"Um, I don't understand what you mean. Have you met other war correspondents?"

"Hmm" He Chi paused, then seemed to remember something and sighed, "But it was a long time ago."

The two soldiers didn't have much on them. He Chi dug out four slightly broken rice balls, a small bag of pickled radish, a water bottle and cigarettes.

He Chi handed Charles a Type 38 rifle, but the other party shook his head and indicated that he did not know how to use it, so He Chi simply gave him all the grenades he had taken.

Seeing the American opposite like this, He Chi felt that if he met the Japanese again, there was a high probability that he would leave him alone and run away.

"Where are we going?" Charles asked behind him.

"Hide for a while and think of a way." He Chi pulled out his bayonet and chopped the surrounding branches and leaves, trying to advance into the woods.

But he had just taken two steps when his eyes suddenly became murderous, and the Oriental man pounced towards the dense bushes beside him like a leopard.

"Ah!!!!" A terrified shout was heard, and a Japanese soldier hiding behind the broad leaves was knocked out of the woods. He Chi raised the bayonet in his hand towards him.

"Sack! Please give me a sack!!!" The guy on the opposite side did not rush forward to fight howling like other Japanese soldiers. Instead, he shouted loudly and gave up resistance by prostrating himself on the ground, slowly raising his hands above his head.

There were a few pieces of gold as big as soybeans, bright orange in color.

"Sir, please spare my life, please! Please!" The other party raised the gold in his hand again and kept begging.

He Chi was stunned for a moment by the opponent's spineless look. Although he hated the opponent very much, at this stage in 1942, almost all Japanese armies had been poisoned by militarism. Whenever a war broke out, they would use "human bombs and pig attacks" for no reason. It was probably rare to see such cowardly soldiers.

He Chi approached cautiously, kicked the other's weapon away, and then took out the certificate from the soldier's pocket.

"Your name is Iikuni Kojiro..."

“From Osaka?”

(End of this chapter)