Nanyang 1931: From piglets to giants

Chapter 234 Toyota Risaburo: Why doesn’t Hirohito die yet!

When Zheng Yi went to pick up Toyota Risaburo, there was not much fanfare. Apart from his own guard squad, there was only an American military jeep to lead the way and protect him.

This was also to take into account Toyota Risaburo's inner thoughts. After all, although reality has proved that his choice was correct, treason before the war is not a glorious thing after all.

In fact, Zheng Yi has always known that this matter is a hurdle in Toyota Risaburo's heart. He probably doesn't want his return to be too high-profile and known to all Japanese people.

When Toyota Risaburo got off the plane, Zheng Yi took the initiative to greet him, gave him a big hug, and even said in Japanese: "Toyota-kun, welcome home. It's been several years since you came back."

Toyota Risaburo smiled with relief, but then quickly shook his head and responded in his not-so-fluent Chinese, "Sir, you're joking. I no longer have Japanese citizenship. Penang is my home now."

Zheng Yi: "That's not necessary, Saburo. The war is over. I admit that during the war, we were wary of you Japanese residents and didn't trust you in many ways. It's understandable that you were sometimes cautious, but now the war is over. You are our comrades who once fought side by side with us."

As he spoke, Zheng Yi put his arm around his shoulders and invited him to get in the car.

"Where are we going?" asked Risaburo Toyota.

"Go see General MacArthur first. I've already told him he'll be bringing some Allied leaders to a banquet at the Navy Hotel. He said we should have a few drinks together, and you should get to know them."

"Sir, would you like to introduce me to Marshal Mai? This is really... this... thank you very much."

"You're welcome. I told you, you and I are not enemies but comrades. Besides, you know me. I have always advocated treating ordinary Japanese people and militarism differently. The latter deserve death, but the former, I can't say they are innocent, but they are indeed victims of the war launched by the Showa government."

As he spoke, Zheng Yi also unconsciously glanced in the direction of the distant palace, and couldn't help but sneered, saying:
"The people who should bear the most responsibility for the war crimes are now doing nothing, eating and drinking as usual, and even having the nerve to live on. Instead, it is the ordinary people who were deceived and fooled from beginning to end who bear all the consequences of the defeat."

This topic itself is a bit sensitive for the Japanese, but Toyota Risaburo responded naturally, "Mr. Zheng is right. When I think about the hardships and sacrifices that Japanese people and soldiers have suffered for such a thing over the years, I feel indescribable anger."

"In all of Japan, he's the one who deserves to commit seppuku the most!"

As he said this, he couldn't help but punched the chair in anger.

Just after saying two words, Toyota Risaburo noticed something was wrong. Their two cars were moving very slowly.

Just as they said these two polite words, countless Japanese children surrounded them.

In front of their car was an American military jeep. A dozen skinny, half-dressed children surrounded them, stretched out their small, black, and thin hands, and longingly shouted in English to the tall American soldiers, "Chocolate, chocolate!"

But the two American soldiers in the car actually took out a large bar of chocolate, broke it into small pieces, and threw them to them in the car.

It is precisely because of the fear of hitting the children that the vehicles are driving very slowly.

This has now become a very common street scene in Tokyo. Whenever children see American soldiers, they will come forward to ask for chocolate. Because of the severe food shortage, most families are completely unable to feed their children.

As long as these kids can get a few pieces of chocolate when they go out, they don't need to eat when they get home.

After all, chocolate is a standard snack for the US military. Everyone needs it every day, and by now the war has been going on, everyone has gotten tired of it. Most US soldiers don't mind feeding it to their children.

After all, no matter what, children are always innocent in war, even children in Showa Japan.

Soon, a large number of children gathered around their car.

Seeing this, Ma Kui frowned slightly and said, "Should we shoot them away?"

Zheng Yi: "Forget it, they are just kids, there is no way they could be assassins. Did anyone bring any chocolate or snacks?"

As they spoke, several people searched around, and finally it was Toyota Risaburo who found some biscuits and rice crackers left over from the plane in his bag.

Because there were so many children gathered outside, all with their hands stretched out, and he also knew that giving them large amounts of snacks in this situation might cause the children to fight.

However, they could only follow the example of the American soldiers in front of them and break the biscuits and rice crackers into small pieces, throwing them one by one to the children who stretched out their hands.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like they were feeding monkeys when they drove into the zoo during their leisure time in Alor Setar.

A sour feeling surged up, and Toyota Risaburo shed tears unconsciously, but he wiped them away immediately, fearing that Zheng Yi would see them.

After all, there are differences between China and Japan. No matter how nicely Zheng Yi speaks, he is still a Chinese after all. He was afraid that he would be mistaken for sympathizing with war criminals.

After a while, the chocolates in the hands of the American soldiers and Toyota Risaburo's snacks were thrown away, and the car gradually broke away from the encirclement of these children and began to speed up. However, not long after entering the city, the American jeep in front suddenly braked and stopped in an abrupt manner.

Zheng Yi and his companions who were following behind him also had to stop their car immediately.

Toyota Risaburo asked in confusion, "What's wrong? What happened?" Ma Kui said, "It's okay. It's normal. It's always like this when driving in Tokyo. Just drive slowly."

Toyota Risaburo looked puzzled, but was surprised to find that a girl who looked to be in her twenties, wearing a floral dress, with curly hair and cheap red lipstick on her mouth, suddenly jumped out.

He suddenly stopped the American military vehicle like a scammer, and lay down in front of the wheels of the American jeep, forcing the vehicle to stop.

As soon as the car stopped, some women who were also wearing bright clothes, some even wearing high-end kimonos and heavy makeup, opened the door and got into the car without saying anything, and hugged the American soldiers and kissed them.

Behind them, there were a bunch of children and a few young boys, who came forward with brushes, rags, buckets and foam to clean the cars of the American soldiers, leaving Toyota Risaburo stunned.

Of course, the Japanese certainly did not dare to force purchases or sales on the US military. Washing and cleaning cars was just a casualty, and they would clean cars while the soldiers were doing their business. If they didn't pay after the job was done, then they deserved it for working for nothing.

Sometimes the US military would not give money, but it was common to just throw a couple of cigarettes, a few pieces of candy, etc.

The worst thing is meeting those who are really not interested in women. Although generally speaking, American soldiers are all perverts, even if they are really powerless and cannot shoot, they will not reject hugging and kissing, and can always get something in return.

There was no other way. There were too many wolves and too little meat. The occupying troops of hundreds of thousands had to support more than one million prostitutes. All the women in Japan became prostitutes during this period.

It is true that if you don’t force it, you can’t even drink the urine.

Obviously, this group of prostitutes were not very lucky today. Even though they risked their lives to stop the car, they happened to run into the American soldiers who were doing something important.

They were escorting Zheng Yi to meet Marshal Mai, and Zheng Yi was watching from behind. How could they dare to show off in front of Zheng Yi? Naturally, they would not be in a good mood. Not only did they not give them money, but these American soldiers also beat and kicked the women who rushed over to try to open the car door one by one and drove them out of the car.

Almost at the same time, those women opened the door of Zheng Yi and his friends' car with smiles on their faces and rushed over.

Zheng Yi was fine, he just thought it was funny and absurd. After all, these women were all pretty. In fact, if they were not beauties, he would not dare to play like this. If an American soldier was forcibly kissed by an ordinary-looking woman, he would be slapped in the face.

Just think of it as a circus. It's quite interesting as a random entertainment program. Zheng Yi doesn't often travel in Japan in such a low-key manner.

Toyota Risaburo, who was sitting in the back, couldn't hold it in any longer and suddenly exploded, yelling at them in Japanese: "Bakayaro! Get out of here, you bitches! Do you still have an ounce of shame in your hearts?"

However, those women turned out to be very aggressive. As soon as they heard Toyota Risaburo speak, they knew he was Japanese.

Although they knew that the Japanese who could let American soldiers drive and lead the way must be a top figure in Japanese society, they were not afraid.

Instead, she pointed at Toyota Risaburo's nose and started cursing, "We have no shame? If you weren't incompetent and lost, would I be shameless? You can't win on the battlefield, and you still have the nerve to live and not die? You don't dare to fight the US military, but instead scold us women. Who is shameless?"

After saying that, the woman actually "He~tui~!" and spat a mouthful of thick phlegm from her mouth right on Toyota Risaburo's face, then ran away quickly with a hearty laugh, as if she had done something very happy.

Toyota Risaburo was almost mad with anger, shaking like a sieve, as if the vibrator was turned on. He hurriedly took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe it, but he felt that the thick phlegm was extremely disgusting and sticky. He didn't even know if there was anything else in it.

puff~
Zheng Yi, who was sitting nearby and almost got caught in the disaster, couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Although at this time, in this occasion, in this atmosphere, and given his friendship with Toyota Risaburo, he shouldn't laugh at this time.

But it was so funny that I couldn't help myself.

"Hug, sorry."

After Zheng Yi laughed, Ma Kui couldn't help but burst into laughter. He then quickly pulled out his pistol and asked, "Mr. Toyota, do you want me to get out of the car and kill them now?"

Toyota Risaburo quickly shook his head and said, "No need for that. It's more important to see General MacArthur. Japan has fallen into this state...it's all their own fault."

Ma Kui and Zheng Yi looked at each other, both trying hard to suppress their laughter.

Toyota Risaburo sighed deeply and suppressed all his complicated emotions deep in his heart.

He had thought that post-war Japan would be very poor, but he never imagined that it would be so poor and undignified.

He had always thought that the Yamato people would rather die, or even be completely annihilated, than tolerate such humiliation.

Now it seems……

But suddenly he couldn't help cursing out loud: "Fuck, that rubbish Hirohito! Why doesn't he just die!!"

(End of this chapter)