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

Fengtian, the deep underground solitary confinement room of the former Kwantung Army Headquarters.

This place was once used to imprison serious criminals or conduct secret interrogations. The walls are thick and soundproof, with only a dim light bulb emitting a bleak glow.

Now, it has welcomed the prisoner with the lowest of status.

Hirohito was chained to a heavy iron chair with thick iron chains. His glorious uniform had been stripped off, and he had been replaced with a rough gray prison uniform.

His hair was disheveled, his face was covered with dirt and bruises, and his former majesty was completely gone, leaving only an empty shell.

Only in those bloodshot eyes that occasionally lifted did resentment and madness still flicker.

The iron gate opened with a screeching sound.

Zhu Yong walked in, accompanied only by Bai Qi and two recorders.

He was still wearing that simple Zhongshan suit, his steps were steady, and his gaze was calm, which contrasted sharply with the gloomy environment and the crazy prisoners.

He stopped a few steps away from Hirohito, but did not sit down; instead, he looked down at him from his elevated position.

Hirohito abruptly raised his head, his cloudy gaze focusing on Zhu Yong's face. He was stunned for a moment, then, like a powder keg ignited, he erupted into a hoarse, desperate roar:

"Zhu Ganglie! You demon! You beast! You butcher!!"

The chains rattled as he struggled, but he couldn't move them an inch.

"Look what you've done! How many people have you slaughtered?! Millions? Tens of millions?!"

"Jinzhou! Fengtian! And the mainland! Everywhere is a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood!"

"You are more cruel than the most ferocious beast! You are destined for hell! Never to be reincarnated!!"

Spit sprayed from his chapped lips, making him look like a madman.

Zhu Yong watched his performance quietly, his face expressionless, until Hirohito coughed violently from exhaustion, at which point he slowly spoke.

The voice wasn't loud, but it clearly drowned out the other person's breathing; every word was like a cold iron nail.

"Am I cruel?"

"Hirohito, lift your head and look into my eyes."

Hirohito instinctively met that cold gaze and couldn't help but shiver.

"Tell me, what orders were given when you captured Shanghai and attacked Nanjing?"

Hirohito's eyes narrowed, and his lips moved slightly. "I...I don't know..."

"Hahaha!"

Zhu Yong felt as if he had heard a huge joke.

"You didn't know? You didn't know the orders that came from your headquarters?"

"You wanted to kill every single person in Nanjing, didn't you know?"

"You call me cruel? When you ordered the massacre, why didn't you call it cruel? When your army committed countless crimes on Chinese soil, why didn't you call it cruel?"

"Now that the knife has cut you, you finally feel the pain."

"That...that was war! It was the soldiers below who lost control...but my hundreds of millions of people are innocent!" Hirohito tried to explain, but his voice weakened.

"war?"

Zhu Yong sneered, "Fine, then let's talk about war."

"When you invaded China, how many villages were burned to the ground? How many civilians were used as live targets for bayonet practice?"

"The Togo Army used living Chinese people to conduct frostbite, bacterial, and poison gas experiments, and called them Maruta."

"Those who rotted in agony and wailed until their deaths are all victims of bloodshed!"

Zhu Yong's tone remained calm, but every question contained a thunderous rage.

"When you waged wars, imposing disaster and death upon others, did you ever imagine that this day would come?"

"When you treat the lives of other races like dirt, have you ever considered that your own lives would be measured in the same way?!"

"Hundreds of millions of citizens?"

Zhu Yong's eyes were sharp as knives, piercing Hirohito. "Your hundreds of millions of people are innocent? They revel on the corpses of others, sucking the blood of other countries to fatten themselves!"

"Their suffering stems from your ambition, your acquiescence, and your indulgence!"

"It was you, Hirohito, who sent them down this path of no return! It was you who hypnotized the entire nation into madness and destruction!"

"No! That's not it!"

Hirohito shook his head frantically, tears streaming down his face. His psychological defenses had completely collapsed, leaving only instinctive denial and shirking of responsibility.

"It's the military! It's those fanatical generals! They've misled me!"

"It's Hideki Tojo! It's Iwane Matsui! It's them! I... I was forced into this too!"

"Forced?"

Zhu Yong scoffed, "At the imperial meeting, who stamped the imperial seal on the military's radical proposals?"

"Who repeatedly issued edicts to inspire the army to 'fight bravely against the enemy'? Who enjoys the false glory and tribute brought by 'holy war'?"

"Hirohito, stop with your hypocritical tricks."

"You may not be the only culprit, but you are definitely one of the main perpetrators!"

"Don't you all uphold 'Bushido' and 'Gyokusai' (honorable death)?"

"What? When it comes to your own situation, all you can do is shirk responsibility and whine?"

Hirohito was rendered speechless by the rebuttal, only able to utter hoarse sounds like a trapped beast, his eyes unfocused, his body trembling violently from fear and humiliation.

All the fig leaves were ruthlessly torn off, revealing the ugliest essence inside.

Zhu Yong stopped looking at him and turned to the recorder:

"Did you record everything?"

"Not a single word is different."

"it is good."

Zhu Yong gave Hirohito one last look, his gaze as if he were looking at a pile of hopeless garbage.

"Take him out. Set up an execution platform in the center of Fengtian City."

"Summon all the people of the city, as well as all prisoners of war and expatriates."

"Tomorrow at noon, when the sun is at its strongest."

"I, Zhu Ganglie, will personally bring an end to this catastrophe that has lasted for more than half a century."

"Let us use this so-called Emperor's blood to commemorate the countless heroic souls of our Chinese nation and to comfort the wronged spirits of the world!"

......

The following day at noon, at the central square of Fengtian City.

A tall wooden platform was erected in the center of the square.

On the platform stood a heavy, cross-shaped wooden frame.

Hirohito was stripped of his shirt, leaving him only in a pair of underpants, and bound to a wooden frame in an extremely humiliating position.

He hung his head, seemingly devoid of all life, with only the occasional twitching of his muscles indicating that he was still alive.

Zhu Yong was placed on the execution platform.

He was still dressed simply, but under the spotlight, he seemed to carry an immense weight. He didn't speak, but simply glanced around at the sea of ​​people below the stage; wherever his gaze fell, there was utter silence.

Then, he took the specially made short knife, thin as a willow leaf, that Song Yong handed him.

Sunlight shone on the blade, reflecting a blinding, cold light.

Subsequently, this last Japanese emperor, amidst his pitiful howls and painful regret, was desperately sliced ​​into three thousand six hundred pieces.

The Chinese people below the stage went from initial shock and fear to suppressed weeping, then to low roars, and finally to a deafening shout!

"Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!!"

"Kill him! Skin him alive!"

Countless people were moved to tears.

During the seven years of Japanese occupation, countless people were displaced and many lost their loved ones.

Today, this blood feud has finally been avenged!

This demon has finally been brought to justice!

The Japanese prisoners of war and civilians collapsed in exhaustion, many kneeling on the ground, vomiting uncontrollably, and suffering mental breakdowns.

Their breakdown lasted only a moment, because the next second, Bai Qi took them directly to the shooting range.

Zhu Yong always dealt with the Japanese soldiers by eliminating them completely, leaving no one alive.

With the liberation of Fengtian, the entire Northeast returned to China, and from then on, no Japanese devils were allowed to utter a sound on Chinese soil.

The execution lasted for several hours.

From noon until the sun begins to set in the west.

Hirohito's screams went from high-pitched to hoarse, then to faint as a whisper, and finally to complete silence, with only his body convulsing instinctively.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Zhu Yong's forehead, but his eyes remained clear and cold.

Zhu Yong clattered the blood-stained dagger onto the stage.

He turned to face the silent crowd below the stage and took a deep breath:

"Today, with the blood of this monstrous beast, we offer sacrifices to the heroic spirits!"

"Under the clear blue sky and bright heavens, those who offend China, no matter how far away, shall be punished!"

"May China triumph!"

After a brief silence, came a thunderous response:

"Victory! Victory! Victory!!!"

The sound surged into the sky, dispelling the lingering gloom over Fengtian.

Countless people spread the news and laughed wildly.

At this moment, Fengtian truly erupted in excitement.