Sword: Heart of Iron

Chapter 194 I will send you down into the mines, and the weapons produced will be used against your family.
At the entrance of the courtyard.

The doctor, carrying a tray, walked out and ran into Wang Feng and his group.

Although field hospitals are not front-line units, the military doctors there all have military ranks and are considered proper soldiers.

Upon seeing Wang Feng, the doctor snapped to attention and nodded slightly.

"Hello, sir!"

Wang Feng glanced at the tray: "Shall we go change the prisoners' bandages?"

The doctor quickly replied, "Sir, you go ahead with your work. I can change later."

Seeing that the other person was a little reserved, Wang Feng grinned and patted the doctor on the shoulder: "Let's go in together!"

Sergei understood immediately and gestured to the internal affairs soldiers behind him with his eyes.

The soldier stepped forward and took the tray from the doctor.

"Thank you!" the doctor said softly.

The soldier smiled and said, "It's alright, you doctors are tired enough, let me take it."

In war, everyone gets injured sometimes.

Building a good relationship with the doctor, even just becoming familiar with them, might come in handy later.

Wang Feng continued walking forward.

The two guards at the door immediately saluted: "Good morning, sir!"

Wang Feng returned the greeting with a simple bow.

"Baka!"

"you."

Hearing the wails coming from inside the room, Wang Feng frowned: "Are Japanese officers imprisoned here?"

Sergei followed and nodded.

Wang Feng turned to the doctor: "What happened inside?"

The doctor lowered his head: "It's probably because the anesthesia has worn off; it's normal to feel some pain."

Wang Feng suddenly realized.

Has the anesthesia worn off?

Could it be that they didn't administer enough anesthesia?
Judging from that hoarse voice, it's probably been yelling for quite a while.

Sergei pushed open the door, and a strong smell of disinfectant hit him. Wang Feng coughed twice instinctively.

What comes into view is a large stove, with a few pots and pans scattered on it.

"Sir, the person is inside!" The doctor, sitting in the front, led the group into the inner room.

Wang Feng surveyed his surroundings.

All the windows inside were locked, so no fresh air could get in, and the air was filled with a musty smell.

There were still streaks of dried blood on the ground.

This doesn't look like a hospital ward at all!
Wang Fenggang was about to get angry, but then he thought about it again, and his tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

That's true, it's not people locked up here.

The conditions don't need to be too good.

Hearing the sounds coming from outside, the roaring from inside the room gradually subsided, turning into muffled breathing.

Two guards entered first, stood in the corner, unloaded the rifles from their shoulders, and stared coldly at the two hospital beds in front of them.

The soldiers assigned to duty here are all elite soldiers from the Ministry of Internal Affairs; each one is an expert.

Wang Feng entered the inner room and immediately noticed the two hospital beds. Strings of blood beads on the floor stretched all the way to the bedsides.

"Sir, the one on the left is Nakajima Kesago, and the one on the right is Doihara Kenji."

The doctor pointed to the area, indicating that he had been in charge of changing the dressings for the past few days and knew the arrangement of the two beds very well.

Wang Feng nodded.

Just as I was about to take a step forward, the hospital bed on my right suddenly began to shake violently.

"Clang—!"

Sergei walked ahead and drew his pistol from his waist: "Sir, these two Japanese officers are handcuffed."

Wang Feng strode forward and walked to the middle of the two beds.

The guards behind him immediately followed.

Kenji Doihara lay on the hospital bed, his head turned to the side, his eyes closed, seemingly unwilling to see Wang Feng.

Sergei moved a chair over.

After Wang Feng sat down, he leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and said in an icy tone, "Wake him up!"

Sergei responded.

Pick up a scalpel from the tray and walk to the other side of the bed.

He yanked off the yellowed blanket covering Kenji Doihara.

His chest, abdomen, and thighs were covered with dense wounds, new wounds covering old ones. At a glance, it looked like he had been stabbed at least a hundred times.

The moment the blanket was pulled back, Doihara's body shuddered involuntarily.

It seems like it's developed a conditioned reflex.

Sergei said nothing, but extended his scalpel and began to cut along the scabbed wound.

The seemingly solid scab was easily broken, and fresh blood gushed out again from the wound that was almost healed.

The doctor and Sergei worked in perfect harmony, immediately taking out a syringe, filling it with medical alcohol, and roughly shoving the needle into the wound before pressing the syringe button.

This is a hospital. No matter how much Sergei does, as long as the disinfection is timely, his life will not be in danger.

You can't die even if you want to.

"Humph"

Kenji Doihara snorted coldly and instinctively tried to struggle, but his hands and feet were firmly fixed to the bed by iron chains, and even his neck was fitted with something like a collar.

Seeing that he still didn't open his eyes, Sergei raised an eyebrow.

Place the bloody knife on the tray.

Then I took down another pair of tweezers.

Even Wang Feng was startled by this action.

Sergei roughly inserted the tweezers into Doihara's wound and pulled hard, tearing off a piece of flesh along with the subcutaneous tissue.

"what!"

Even Doihara couldn't withstand such intense pain; his eyes were wide open, and his forehead was covered in sweat.

Seeing that he had opened his eyes, Sergei smiled with satisfaction.

He put down the tweezers and stepped back behind Wang Feng.

The doctor immediately stepped forward to disinfect the newly created wound.

Wang Feng cleared his throat, looked at the miserable state of the person in front of him, and asked with interest, "Doihara?"

Doihara turned his head. After several days of torment, he seemed to have become immune to the doctor's rough disinfection methods. He stared straight at Wang Feng, his voice hoarse: "Why ask a question you already know the answer to?"

"Kill me. I won't say a word."

Wang Feng smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to have anything to say anyway, Mr. Doihara."

After saying that, he turned to Sergei and asked, "Has Miss Manli arrived?"

Miss Manli, as a representative of the Central News Agency's reporters stationed in the Fifth War Zone, was originally interviewing soldiers at the grassroots level, and Wang Feng hadn't thought of her at all.

But as soon as they got into the jeep, before the driver had even driven a mile, he started talking to Sergei about this.

Since the purpose of the visit was to inspect prisoners of war, the female reporter was simply called over.

Take more photos and publish them in major newspapers so that the public can see how the Japanese butcher, whose hands are stained with the blood of countless Chinese people, lies pathetically in a hospital bed, living a life worse than death.

That just goes to show what that saying means.

Evil people will eventually get their just deserts!

Sergei glanced down at the time:

"It will probably take another fifteen minutes."

Wang Feng turned around and looked at Doihara, who was panting heavily, and said in an extremely calm tone: "When you set foot on this land, did you ever think that you would have this day?"

Doihara remained silent.

But the resentment in his eyes betrayed him.

Now that things have come to this, he is firmly trapped in the hospital bed, unable to move his limbs, and his neck is also immobilized. He can't even kill himself by hitting his head against a wall.

What else can be said?
Wang Feng grinned. He had anticipated this outcome on his way here.

Doihara was once the head of Japanese espionage in China and was very knowledgeable about torture. He may even have received special training. There was basically no hope of getting anything out of this old devil.

Wang Feng stood up and looked down at Doihara:
"Do you want to know what I'm going to do with you next?"

Doihara, his voice hoarse, looked confident and assured: "Actually, you won't kill me, right?"

"If I'm not mistaken, once the central government learns that I have been captured by you, it will immediately demand the return of the prisoners of war from you."

"After that, the Japanese Empire will use diplomatic means to extradite me back to Japan."

"I can also be an Imperial soldier, a Japanese samurai!"

When Doihara spoke, it seemed as if he was deliberately trying to provoke Wang Feng; his pale face was full of mockery.

Having lived in China for so many years, he knew the Chinese people, the Chinese government, and especially Chiang Kai-shek's character very well.

He doesn't even need to gamble.

In his view, there was no doubt that the Chinese general in front of him, who had made great military achievements, would hand him over to the central government.

No matter how strong or capable a person is, they can't ultimately outmaneuver the powerful.

Wang Feng straightened his hem, but his expression remained indifferent. He even clapped lightly and said, "Congratulations, you were right."

"This morning I received a telegram, the contents of which are almost exactly the same as what you said."

"Do you think this telegram could have been drafted by one of your agents within the government?"

The top brass of the National Revolutionary Army was almost completely infiltrated by the Japanese. It is no exaggeration to say that the news of Chiang Kai-shek's decision in the morning, before he had even finished lunch, had already reached the ears of Terauchi Hisaichi and Hata Shunroku.

"What time is it now?" Wang Feng asked, turning to look at Sergei.

1:24 PM.

Wang Feng nodded: "If we calculate the time, the person who's picking you up should be arriving soon."

Seeing Wang Feng's reaction, Doihara was somewhat bewildered.

The Chinese general in front of him didn't seem to care about this matter.

He then grinned miserably.

"It seems I was wrong. In fact, you're right. In the telegrams we intercepted, your Mr. Chang mentioned you more than once, and the content was basically accusations against you and your army for disobeying orders."

Wang Feng raised an eyebrow.

Is there such a thing?
Doihara glanced at Sergei and the pistol in his hand.

"It seems you have received a lot of aid from the Soviets, including military advisors."

Upon hearing this, Sergei frowned.

Doihara continued, "I want to know exactly how many spies you have planted within the Empire."

Wang Feng was taken aback.

Within the Empire? Spy planted?
I never did that. As for Chiang Kai-shek, if he had that ability, he probably wouldn't have been beaten so badly.

Seeing that Wang Feng remained silent, Kenji Doihara assumed he had guessed correctly and lay on his sickbed, coldly laughing.

His chest heaved, aggravating the wound he had just been in.

"Humph"

Sergei was too ruthless; that tug just now tore off at least half an ounce of flesh, and blood was flowing uncontrollably. The doctor quickly stepped in to stop the bleeding.

Doihara: "It seems you're not going to hand me over to your central government."

"Since that's the case, Your Majesty, please grant me some decency."

Wang Feng smiled, his expression full of mockery: "I won't kill you, that would be too much of a waste."

"I'll first put shackles and collars on you, then throw you into a mine or quarry. Everything you dig out will be turned into weapons and fired at Japanese soldiers, or even your family!"

As he spoke, Wang Feng raised his right hand, making a "pistol" gesture, with his fingertip pointing at Doihara.

"But you don't need to worry too much, everything you do is paid for."

"If you are lucky enough to survive, after your country surrenders, I will try to get you a lighter sentence based on your contributions to the War of Resistance against Japan!"

As he spoke the last sentence, Wang Feng's lips curled upwards.

That's nothing but an insult. Do you think you can live until the war ends?

Go dream!

Kenji Doihara stared wide-eyed, trying to raise his hand, but he couldn't move it at all.

"you you you."

Kenji Doihara's face grew increasingly pale, and he whimpered as he struggled for a few moments before fainting.

The doctor immediately stepped forward and took out his stethoscope.

Wang Feng was speechless.

Could it be that he was so angry with himself that he died?

He shook his head and looked at the hospital bed on his left.

When he was talking to Doihara just now, Nakajima Kesago didn't make a sound at all. At first, he didn't pay attention, but so much time has passed and there's still no sound.

It's hard not to find it a bit suspicious.

Wang Feng pointed and asked, "What's wrong with him?"

"You killed them?"

The face was completely covered, and it really did look like a dead person.

Sergei shook his head and stepped forward to lift the thin blanket.

A foul stench assaulted the nostrils.

"Go to hell!" Wang Feng immediately pinched his nose. After so many battles, he had become desensitized to the smell of rotting corpses, but he still couldn't stand this smell.

The two people were tied to the bed and unable to move.

The military doctor wasn't always there to watch over him, so if he needed to use the toilet, he had to do it on the bed.

Nakajima Kesago arrived earlier than Doihara, and the fishy smell had accumulated quite a bit.

It almost made Wang Feng feel suffocated.

Sergei: "Sir, he has fainted, and even if he wakes up, he won't be able to speak."

Wang Feng frowned: "Have you guys been beaten senseless?"

Sergei quickly explained, "No, no, no!"

"He bit off his tongue."

In fact, the fatality rate of biting one's tongue is very low. It is only possible to die if it goes undetected for a long time, blood enters the nasal cavity and causes suffocation, or if there is excessive blood loss.

Wang Feng responded with an "Oh".

It doesn't matter.

As long as his limbs are fine, he can go down into the mine to work.

If we're talking about these two old devils, who has more blood on their hands?

Without a doubt, it was Nakajima Kesago.

The 16th Division was poorly regarded within the Japanese army—first-rate at abusing prisoners, third-rate in combat.

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After leaving the ward, Wang Feng got into a jeep.

Sergei: "Sir, where do we go next?"

Wang Feng glanced at the time: "Back to the command post, first call Zhao Fangyuan and tell him and Zhang Hu to wait for me ahead of time."

Sergei responded.

He gave instructions to the soldiers outside through the car window.

Sergei: "Sir, what should we do if the Military Intelligence Bureau comes to take prisoners?"

Wang Feng waved his hand impatiently: "Then tell them that these two old Japanese devils have been shot and their bodies burned."

"If they dare to search for people, just kick them out!"

In any case, neither Nakajima Kesago nor Doihara could be handed over to Chiang Kai-shek.

There are precedents for this.

Doihara was right when he was in the hospital room.

Chiang Kai-shek was highly likely to have privately harbored war criminals who invaded China for personal gain.

(End of this chapter)