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

Outside Jinzhou City.

Terauchi Hisaichi was dragged by the ravenous soldiers to a heavy wooden cross that had been erected on the side of the platform, where he was tightly bound and unable to struggle.

Shiro Ishii was untied and shakily accepted a leather tool bag handed to him by a soldier.

Inside, there were various types of scalpels, tweezers, saws, hooks...

He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his trembling. The fear in his eyes was gradually replaced by a distorted excitement of being immersed in his "professional field".

He walked to the cross, looked at Terauchi Hisaichi, whose face was deathly pale and whose pupils were dilated, and said softly in Japanese:

"Your Excellency Terauchi, please rest assured, my skills are excellent."

"You will clearly feel unprecedented pain."

"This is for science, and also for... my new life."

Terauchi Hisaichi finally broke down, roaring angrily:

"No...no! Ishii! You bastard! You can't do this! We're friends, have you forgotten?!"

Ishii Shiro ignored them, turned to face the audience, straightened his back, and announced loudly:

"Now, Lieutenant General Shiro Ishii, former head of the Kwantung Army's Epidemic Prevention and Water Supply Department and a military surgeon, will conduct a public dissection demonstration!"

"Target: Imperial Army Minister, General Terauchi Hisaichi!"

"The purpose is to demonstrate the intricate structure of the human body, and... the consequences of offending General Zhu!"

He picked up the sharpest scalpel and brandished it in the sunlight.

Then, he turned around and brought down his knife.

No anesthesia was administered.

The first cut precisely sliced ​​open Terauchi Hisaichi's military uniform and skin on his left chest.

"ah--!!!"

Inhuman screams rose into the sky, and Terauchi Hisaichi's muscles tensed like iron.

Shiro Ishii's movements were frighteningly steady as he swiftly separated the skin and fascia, exposing the ribs.

His narration started off trembling, but as he delved deeper into the "work," it gradually became fluent, even carrying a chilling excitement.

"Look, this is the pectoralis major muscle...this is the third rib...be careful to avoid major blood vessels..."

"Now, let's open the chest cavity and observe the beating heart..."

"Oh, Lord Terauchi has a strong heart; it seems he's well-nourished..."

"Next, we'll deal with the abdomen... This is the rectus abdominis muscle... We'll cut open the peritoneum..."

"Look, intestines, liver, spleen... a very typical East Asian physique..."

Each cut was accompanied by Terauchi Hisaichi's heart-wrenching screams and curses.

At first, he angrily cursed Shiro Ishii and Zhu Ganglie.

But soon, the excruciating pain and fear overwhelmed reason, and the curses turned into meaningless wails, cries, and pleas for mercy.

"Kill me! Please, kill me!"

"Ishii! Give me a quick death! Zhu Ganglie! I'll haunt you even as a ghost! Ah—!!"

Below the stage, tens of thousands of Japanese prisoners of war were pale-faced. Many lowered their heads, vomiting uncontrollably, and some even fainted.

Zhu Yong's clones, however, remained calm.

In their view, no matter what kind of torture these Japanese devils suffered, they deserved it.

This is revenge, an eye for an eye.

Think of the brothers who died painfully in the poison gas, think of the brothers who were treated as human flesh by the Togo troops and dissected alive.

Is this cruel?

No! That's far from enough!

The entire execution lasted for several hours.

Shiro Ishii was indeed "skilled" and made more than four thousand cuts, turning Terauchi Hisaichi into a basically complete skeleton and an internal organ display rack!

Terauchi Hisaichi's wails had long since faded, but his eyes remained wide open in terror until his heart finally stopped beating, his eyes still filled with despair and fear.

Shiro Ishii let out a long sigh, a perverse sense of satisfaction on his face. He enjoyed the feeling of dissection, especially live dissection.

As if he had completed a work of art, Shiro Ishii was extremely satisfied.

He dropped the blood-stained scalpel, turned to face Zhu Yong again, and knelt down with a thud, a fawning smile plastered on his face:

"General! You see! I did it! I proved my worth!"

"Terauchi Hisaichi, an Imperial General, is nothing more than a pile of research material in my hands!"

"I can do more for you! More experiments! Develop biological weapons faster and better! Make your enemies tremble with fear! Please accept me as your useful dog!"

He kowtowed repeatedly.

Zhu Yong stared at him quietly for a long time.

Then, Zhu Yong slowly walked forward and looked down at the Japanese soldier wagging his tail and begging for mercy at his feet.

His voice was calm, yet it instantly froze Ishii Shiro's smile on his face, as if he had fallen into an ice cave:

"Your cooking skills are indeed excellent."

"However, Shiro Ishii..."

"When you were in Fengtian, in Harbin, in those dark and gloomy underground laboratories, using my Chinese people for so-called experiments..."

"Aren't you just as professional and excited?"

Shiro Ishii trembled violently, his pupils shrank to pinpoints, and boundless fear completely overwhelmed him.

He wanted to explain and beg for mercy, but his tongue was tied, and he could only make "ho...ho..." sounds.

Zhu Yong straightened up, his eyes as cold as ancient ice.

"Since you enjoy dissection so much, and enjoy making people wish they were dead so much..."

"Alright then."

"I will grant your wish."

"Someone come here!"

"Tie up Ishii Shiro as well!"

"Lingchi" (death by a thousand cuts).

"Song Yong,"

Zhu Yong looked at the Jinzhou garrison commander beside him, whose eyes were bloodshot, and asked, "How many of our brothers and civilians have died under his poison gas and the blades of his accomplices?"

"You make the first cut."

Song Yong suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing with a terrifying light, and nodded emphatically:

"yes!!"

"No--!!!"

Shiro Ishii let out a desperate scream that sounded inhuman, and he urinated and defecated as the soldiers roughly dragged him toward another prepared execution rack.

He recalled the dying eyes of those Chinese "Maruta"s in his lab.

He recalled the "excitement" he felt when he made the incision on Terauchi Hisashi earlier.

Retribution is so swift and so cruel.

The knife used in the slow slicing is far duller than a scalpel, and also far more painful.

Shiro Ishii's screams were more piercing and longer than those of Hisaichi Terauchi.

With gritted teeth and burning hatred, Song Yong delivered the first blow, then the second...

Zhu Yong stopped watching.

He turned and looked down at the Japanese prisoners of war below the stage, who were already mentally broken and grieving, and at the setting sun gradually sinking below the horizon.

The afterglow, like blood, stained the crumbling walls of Jinzhou and the land soaked in blood.

Blood for blood, tooth for tooth.

demon?

No.

We are simply returning to you the pain you have inflicted on people.

And this is just the beginning.

Wang Lei stood behind Zhu Yong and asked softly:

"My Lord, these two hundred thousand prisoners..."

"Pit-and-run!"

Zhu Yong said calmly:

"Get it over with quickly, I'm in a hurry, Hirohito is still waiting for me in Fengtian!"

"clear!"