One man's resistance against Japan, I mobilized a million people to aid Shanghai.

"kill!"

Zhu Yong, wielding a broadsword, personally led his men in a charge out of Jinzhou City.

In order to completely exterminate the Japanese, Zhu Yong directly deployed two million clones.

These fresh troops wore gas masks, obscuring their faces, and resembled demons from hell, fearless of death, charging relentlessly.

Like the soldiers of Krieg, death is the greatest loyalty to the original.

Two million troops swarmed out, slaughtering the Japanese soldiers until they cried out in despair.

The Japanese troops that stormed into the city were completely overwhelmed, divided, and annihilated by the gray tide within just one hour.

The Japanese encirclement outside the city was also counter-encircled by Zhu Yong.

The 500,000 Japanese soldiers collapsed under the overwhelming force of sheer numbers and quality.

The defeat was swift and devastating.

Large numbers of Japanese soldiers were surrounded and disarmed in an organized manner.

A small number of die-hard elements who stubbornly resisted were ruthlessly eliminated.

The troops attempting to break out ran into the already prepared steel defenses, and suffered heavy casualties.

Some of these Japanese soldiers were civilians who had been forcibly enlisted. Their fighting spirit was far inferior to that of the elite Kwantung Army. Seeing that the situation was not good, they immediately knelt down and surrendered.

Three hours later.

The Battle of Jinzhou ended with the complete annihilation of the Japanese main force of 500,000.

Of these, 300,000 died in battle, and 200,000 were captured. The Japanese commander-in-chief, Terauchi Hisaichi, was captured, along with the Japanese poison gas expert, Ishii Shiro.

Zhu Yong decided to personally try the two beasts in front of the Japanese prisoners.

Outside Jinzhou City, where the smoke of war had gradually dissipated, a simple yet imposing platform stood on a temporarily cleared open space.

The platform was built from large logs and faced away from the dilapidated city wall of Jinzhou.

Below the stage, a dense mass of over ten thousand Japanese prisoners of war, their heads bowed and faces ashen, knelt, all officers and key non-commissioned officers.

Further out, there were fully armed, cold-eyed soldiers, their bayonets gleaming in the afternoon sun.

On the high platform, Zhu Yong, dressed in military uniform but without medals, stood with his hands behind his back, wearing only a black cloak.

Generals Wang Lei and Song Yong stood on either side, their faces filled with the excitement of finally avenging their great grudge.

The two main war criminals were bound hand and foot and pushed onto the high platform.

On the left is Terauchi Hisaichi.

His uniform was dirty and torn, his epaulets were ripped off, his face was bruised, and his glasses were missing, but his back was ramrod straight.

His eyes were cloudy, yet he struggled to maintain the last vestige of the arrogance befitting an "Imperial General."

Knowing he had no chance of survival, he simply adopted a posture of accepting death calmly.

On the right is Shiro Ishii.

In stark contrast to Terauchi Hisaichi's "toughness," his face was ashen, his body trembled uncontrollably, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

His eyes darted around frantically, and when he saw Zhu Yong's murderous intent, fear almost overflowed from his eyes.

Zhu Yong's gaze swept over the two men indifferently, as if looking at two livestock waiting to be slaughtered, before finally settling on Terauchi Hisaichi.

"Terauchi Juichi,"

Zhu Yong spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching the ears of every prisoner below the stage.

"Commander of the Liaodong Area Army, one of the masterminds behind the poison gas warfare."

"In and around Jinzhou, the bodies of our soldiers and civilians are still warm, and the poisonous smoke has not yet dissipated. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Terauchi Hisaichi, his neck stiff, roared with all his might:

"Zhu Ganglie! You demon! You Chinese pig! You won by using sorcery and evil magic, it's an unfair victory!"

"Long live the Empire... His Majesty the Emperor! The Holy War of Greater East Asia will surely succeed!"

"Though I die today, my spirit remains that of the Empire! You will not make me submit!"

In the temple, Kotobuki kept scolding him.

Zhu Yong's face remained unmoved, instead flashing a hint of sarcasm.

He turned to Shiro Ishii: "So, what about you? Shiro Ishii, are you willing to die with him?"

Shiro Ishii trembled violently, then collapsed to his knees with a thud, banging his head on the ground in a desperate attempt to appear dignified, crying out in broken Chinese mixed with Japanese:

"Spare me! General Zhu, spare me! I... I didn't do it willingly! They forced me!"

"It's the military! It's the Emperor! I... I'm just a doctor, I don't know anything!"

"I'm still useful to you! Very useful!"

He suddenly looked up, tears streaming down his face, his eyes filled with fawning:

"I know many secrets! All the research findings of the Kwantung Army's Epidemic Prevention and Water Supply Department!"

"Bacterial cultures, toxic gas formulations, human data... I can give them all to you!"

"I can work for you! I can help you develop even more powerful weapons! To fight the bald eagle! To conquer the world!"

"If you spare my life, I, your dog, will be your most loyal tool!"

"I can use Japanese pirates as my experiments! As many as you want! Efficiency guaranteed!"

These words shocked everyone, both on and off the stage.

Wang Lei, Song Yong, and others looked on with extreme disgust, as if they were seeing the dirtiest maggots in the world.

A suppressed commotion and angry glares arose from the Japanese prisoners of war below the stage.

They could accept defeat, even the death of their generals, but they could not accept this ugly behavior of betraying their compatriots and desecrating the dignity of the empire in order to save their own lives.

Terauchi Hisaichi was so angry he was trembling all over, and he turned to Ishii Shiro and started cursing:

"Baka! Shiro Ishii! You disgrace to the empire! A scourge of science!"

"How dare you?!"

"Where is your Bushido?! Where is your loyalty?!"

"Pah! You groveling dog! No, you're not even as good as a dog!"

Ishii Shiro ignored Terauchi Hisaichi's insults and continued to kowtow to Zhu Yong, drawing blood from his forehead.

"General! You heard that! He insulted me! I can use him as an experiment to prove my worth to you!"

"I know how to make someone suffer to the maximum extent without dying! I know the location of all the nerves and blood vessels! I can make him wish he were dead."

"Please! Give me a chance!"

Zhu Yong listened quietly, and watching Ishii Shiro's ugly behavior, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh? Use him as an experiment?"

Zhu Yong pointed at Terauchi Hisaichi, his tone playful, "Prove your worth?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Shiro Ishii nodded hastily, as if grasping at a straw, a perverse light gleaming in his eyes.

"I can perform an autopsy on the spot! Let everyone see if the Imperial General's body is the same as everyone else's!"

"I can take my time, making sure he's fully conscious and feels every cut!"

"This is far more deterrent than a simple execution! It will be much more effective in intimidating those Japanese pirates!"

He pointed to the audience.

Upon hearing this, the color drained completely from Terauchi Hisaichi's face.

He was not afraid of being shot, or even beheaded, but to be "dissected while fully conscious"...

This fear, stemming from the unknown and extreme pain, instantly shattered his reason.

He started cursing.

"Ishii, you beast! You'll die a horrible death!"

"I'm going to kill you, kill your whole family, you damned scum!!"

"Baka!! Baka yarou!"

"So noisy!"

Zhu Yong said calmly, and Song Yong immediately stepped forward and covered Terauchi Hisaichi's mouth.

Then his gaze shifted to Ishii, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes, and he said:

"Your suggestion is excellent, I approve it."

After finishing speaking, Zhu Yong looked at Wang Lei and said:

"Give him the tools, and do as he says, tie Terauchi Hisaichi to the cross that's set up over there."

"All prisoners below the stage, raise your heads, open your eyes wide, and watch carefully."

"Look at your minister, doesn't he have two hearts and three lungs?"

"Look at him, isn't he Superman? Look at him, he has two brains, look at what he has that you guys don't!"