You were tasked with guarding the Sihang Warehouse, and you brought out a Tiger tank?

Inside the command post, Lin Feng was sitting in a chair, holding a Japanese newspaper that he had just intercepted and translated.

"Pfft—"

After reading the contents of the newspaper, Lin Feng burst out laughing.

"Cousin, what are you laughing at?" Zhao Yushu walked over with two cups of hot tea.

"Look at these little devils, they're a real talent."

Lin Feng threw the newspaper at Zhao Yushu and said sarcastically:

"Our main character is still locked up in the backyard eating steamed buns."

Instead, they held a memorial service for him and hailed him as a military god who committed seppuku.

I have to admit, I'm impressed by their ability to salvage their image so forcefully.

After reading it, Zhao Yushu was speechless for a moment:

"These high-ranking Japanese soldiers have no shame, all for the sake of saving face."

So what should we do?

Are we just going to watch them distort the truth like this?

"Watching?"

Lin Feng sneered and instantly came up with a solution.

Since the Japanese were trying to save face by saying that his plaintext telegram was FAKE NEWS, and that the real Sakamoto Jun was already dead, and that the one he had captured was a fake.

Could Lin Feng not know whether it was real or fake?

However, he kept claiming to the outside world that Sakamoto Jun was seriously injured and was being rescued, which gave the Japanese a false sense of security.

"Since they've put their faces right up to me, I'd be doing them a disservice if I didn't give them a good slap."

Yushu, here's what you do: go contact the theater command and invite the foreign journalists, military attachés, and observers who are reporting from Pengcheng to come here.

Then bring me my camera.

This time, we're going to give the whole world a public slap in the face to the Japanese!

"Just you wait and see, cousin!"

The thought of being able to humiliate the Japanese invaders filled Zhao Yushu with excitement, and he immediately left.

Half an hour later, in the spacious courtyard of the command post.

The framed flag of the Japanese 21st Infantry Regiment was propped up high on a wooden frame by several soldiers as a backdrop.

Sakamoto Jun was escorted out by two fierce-looking guards.

Where was the slightest bit of the general's prestige in that old Japanese soldier?

His hands were tightly bound behind his back with thick hemp rope, his hair was a mess like a bird's nest, and his expression was extremely listless.

"What...what are you going to do?!"

When Sakamoto Jun saw the regimental flag, he seemed to realize something and struggled desperately, babbling incoherently.

"Behave yourself."

The guard kicked Sakamoto Jun in the back of the knee without any hesitation.

With a thud, the Japanese major general knelt directly in front of the regimental flag, his head hanging limply.

"Snap! Snap!"

Lin Feng stood aside and personally took photos with his camera.

Flashbulbs went off as Lin Feng took various close-up shots of Sakamoto Jun, capturing this visually striking scene forever on film.

After taking the photos, Lin Feng turned back to his desk and personally dictated a new plaintext telegram to his communications staff.

In this telegram, Lin Feng didn't use any official pleasantries, but instead used the most straightforward and biting language to broadcast it directly to the world:

"To the Japanese high command and copied to news media worldwide:"

I am shocked to learn that your country is spreading the lie about Major General Sakamoto Jun's heroic death. This army commander finds it utterly laughable.

Your army's so-called "military gods" are actually cowards who are afraid of death.

When our army breached his command post, the chieftain, like a stray dog, hid under the beams of the ruins, where his subordinate staff provided cover for him to survive.

To prevent him from exclaiming and revealing his identity, our soldiers forcibly stuffed his mouth with a smelly sock that hadn't been washed for several days.

The chief is now living peacefully in our military detention center.

He ate Daxia's white flour steamed buns at every meal, and was healthy and emotionally stable.

We hope your country will not deceive itself and become a laughing stock.

After thinking about it, Lin Feng still felt it wasn't enough.

"To deal with these stubborn Japanese devils, we must slam the words 'irrefutable evidence' right in their faces."

"Yushu, go and bring out all the odds and ends we've captured."

"Sakamoto Jun's officer-level samurai sword was polished and placed in the most conspicuous place for me."

And his major general's yellow woolen uniform, stained with mud and blood.

His officer's ID, personal seal, and documents salvaged from the ruins of the 21st Brigade headquarters.

"Arrange them all neatly, categorized by type, and make a mini trophy exhibition."

"Understood." Zhao Yushu's eyes lit up, and he immediately instructed several staff officers to make arrangements.

"Wait, there's one more crucial step."

Lin Feng stopped Zhao Yushu and instructed him:

"Immediately send a truck to the front line to bring back Xu Fei, the company commander of the newly formed 16th Division, and several of his soldiers."

They are witnesses who personally stuffed the smelly socks into Sakamoto Jun's mouth.

How could such a prestigious occasion be complete without these great contributors?

"Okay, I'll go arrange it right away."

The truth cannot be hidden, and the truth cannot be hidden. With this evidence, Lin Feng believed that the Western journalists would definitely run away very quickly this time.

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After a while, the compound where the 33rd Army Corps headquarters was located was even more lively than during the Chinese New Year.

Upon receiving the notification from the theater command, Chinese and foreign journalists rushed to the scene as quickly as possible, like sharks smelling blood.

No sooner had the Japanese headquarters announced that Sakamoto Jun had committed seppuku than Lin Feng announced that he had been captured alive.

This kind of extremely explosive transnational Rashomon-like situation is definitely a super news story that can ignite global public opinion.

Western journalists, who are faster than anyone else, are carrying their cameras and microphones and are scrambling to get firsthand information.

In the courtyard, a long table was covered with irrefutable evidence.

The gleaming gold general's sword, the seal, the officer's ID card with Jun Sakamoto's photo, and the huge regimental flag.

"Oh my god! Is that the sword of a Japanese major general?!"

A journalist from the Gallo Hawass news agency, examining the inscription on the hilt of the knife with a magnifying glass, exclaimed in surprise.

"Look over there!"

Someone shouted something, and all the reporters' cameras instantly turned to a corner of the courtyard.

Two tall Xia soldiers were seen escorting a Japanese soldier who was wearing only a thin shirt and looked extremely dejected out.

It was none other than Sakamoto Jun, the imperial war god described by the Japanese high command as "facing east and calmly committing seppuku".

"Snap! Snap! Snap!"

The blinding flashes of the spotlight instantly turned the area into daylight, almost blinding Jun Sakamoto.

Sakamoto Jun was filled with shame and indignation, and desperately tried to lower his head, but the guard behind him pressed his shoulders down, forcing him to face dozens of dark cameras.

"Friends from the press, this is Major General Jun Sakamoto, whom you have been waiting to meet."

Lin Feng, dressed in a crisp military uniform, walked to the front of the stage and introduced himself with a smile:

"As you can see, he did not commit seppuku, nor did he have a knife wound on his neck."

He's alive and well now, and even gained two pounds more than before he was captured.

The Chinese and foreign journalists in the audience burst into laughter.

"General Lin, how did your army manage to capture this high-ranking Japanese general alive in such a fierce battle?" a Reuters reporter asked loudly.

"I think it's more appropriate for someone who experienced it firsthand to answer this question."

Lin Feng turned to the side and pushed the somewhat hesitant Xu Fei to the front of the stage.

"This is a company commander from our corps, Captain Xu Fei... no, he's now a lieutenant colonel."

It was he who led the men to destroy the Japanese command post.

Xu Fei was a little nervous at first when faced with so many foreigners.

But the thought of capturing a Japanese major general instantly straightened his back.

"Ahem, well, there's really nothing special about it."

Xu Fei began to speak vividly into the microphone:

"When we rushed into the ruins, that old Japanese soldier was hiding under a big log, pretending to be dead."

His staff officers lay on top of him as human shields.

To prevent him from shouting and attracting the Japanese soldiers outside, I made our platoon leader take off his shoes.

He shoved his smelly sock, which hadn't been washed for over a week and was practically worn out, directly into the old Japanese man's mouth.

"Hey, you know what, that smell was so strong, that old Japanese guy immediately fainted from the stench."

"boom--"

The reporters in the room were stunned for a moment, then burst into extremely enthusiastic, roof-lifting laughter.

Several foreign female reporters even laughed so hard they covered their stomachs and tears streamed down their faces.

Did a smelly sock capture a Japanese major general?

This is absolutely the most absurd and dramatic military news of this century.

The reporters frantically took notes in their notebooks, afraid of missing a single word.