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

Pengcheng, the headquarters of the Fifth War Zone.

Deep within the war zone prison lies a special, isolated cell block.

This place was originally a death row cell used to imprison serious criminals, but now it has been transformed overnight by Commander Li into a "luxury suite" specifically for entertaining high-ranking Japanese officers.

The guarding was so tight it was appalling.

In the corridor, there was a guard every three steps and a sentry every five steps.

Fully armed military police, carrying rifles with bayonets fixed, patrol back and forth 24 hours a day.

The interior of the cell underwent extremely special treatment.

Thick cotton padding was nailed to all four walls, so there wasn't even a hard corner to bump your head on.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of dry grass, and there were no tables, chairs, or benches.

For meals and drinks, only cork bowls and spoons are provided, and they are taken away immediately after the meal.

As for the prisoners, their belts, shoelaces, ties, and even the metal buttons on their clothes were all thoroughly searched and removed by the military police.

Commander Li gave a death order; this was the highest-ranking Japanese general captured by the Great Xia army since the start of the war of resistance, a super bargaining chip to report the victory to the whole country and to bargain with the Jiangcheng Command.

If they were to commit suicide in prison, all the officers on guard would be punished severely.

At this moment, in one of the cells.

Major General Jun Sakamoto, commander of the 21st Brigade of the 5th Division of the Japanese Army.

He was barefoot, wearing only a thin white shirt and military trousers without a belt that could only be carried by hand, sitting dejectedly on a haystack.

He wore heavy shackles on his wrists and ankles.

The chains rattled and clattered loudly at the slightest movement.

Sakamoto Jun's face was ashen, and his eyes stared blankly at the cotton pad on the opposite wall.

He recalled his capture, feeling both resentful and strangely relieved.

A heavy bomb smashed through the roof of the Confucius Temple where the command post was located.

The violent explosion instantly tore the staff and guards in the command post to pieces.

Sakamoto Jun felt a sudden darkness before his eyes as the massive shockwave caused him to bleed from all seven orifices and faint on the spot.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already bound hand and foot, his mouth stuffed with a stinky sock that disgusted him, and he was being dragged back like a tied-up pig on a horizontal bar.

"I didn't surrender, I was just stunned by the shelling, that's why..."

Sakamoto Jun kept reassuring himself with these thoughts.

He felt that although he had become a prisoner, he had not disgraced the Yamato samurai, nor had he brought shame upon His Majesty the Emperor.

He even secretly hoped that Division Commander Seishiro Itagaki would be able to lead the remaining Imperial warriors to break through the encirclement.

Or at least, he would act like a true samurai, committing seppuku at the last moment to preserve the prestige of the 5th Division's "Steel Army".

Just as Sakamoto Jun was lost in thought...

"Splash—"

The iron gate at the end of the corridor was pushed open heavily.

A heavy thud of shackles dragging on the ground, accompanied by the harsh shouts of the Great Xia military police, came from afar.

"Hurry up! Behave yourself!"

"Go inside!"

The iron gate to the cell next door was opened, and a prisoner was shoved in by the military police without any courtesy. He staggered a few steps and fell headfirst onto a haystack.

"Bang!" The iron gate locked shut again.

Jun Sakamoto subconsciously raised his head and looked into the cell next door through the gap in the thick iron bars between the two cells.

I only glanced at it.

Jun Sakamoto was struck dumb, frozen in place.

The prisoner next door had also had his coat removed, leaving him only in a dirty shirt and pants.

His hair was a mess, like a bird's nest, and his face was covered in patches of black ash, making him look even more disheveled than a beggar on the street.

But the outline of that face, that familiar figure.

Sakamoto Jun would rather die than admit his mistake!

"Your Excellency... Division Commander?!"

Sakamoto Jun suddenly jumped up from the haystack, not even bothering to pull up his pants which were half down.

He dragged his heavy shackles to the iron fence, gripping the bars tightly with both hands, his voice distorted with extreme shock:

"General Itagaki, is that really you? What brings you here?!"

In the cell next door.

Itagaki Seishiro, who had just gotten up from the ground, shuddered when he heard that familiar voice.

He turned his head and saw Sakamoto Jun in the next cell, his face filled with disbelief.

At that moment, Itagaki Seishiro wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into, or simply smash his head against the cotton pad on the wall and die.

So embarrassing.

He was a lieutenant general in the Imperial Japanese Army, known as one of the "Twin Pillars of the Empire" and a military genius.

Incredibly, he encountered his subordinates in this state while in a prisoner-of-war camp.

"Saka...Sakamoto-kun."

Itagaki Seishiro's face turned bright red, and even the soot on his face couldn't hide his embarrassment.

He coughed twice, forcibly straightening his hunched back, trying to regain some of his authority as a lieutenant general and division commander.

"Division Commander, what exactly happened?"

Sakamoto Jun pressed on urgently:

"How did you get captured by the Chinese?"

Has the division headquarters been breached?

Why didn't you... didn't you...?

Sakamoto Jun swallowed the words "seppuku," but the doubt in his eyes was all too clear.

Seishiro Itagaki swallowed hard, his mind racing.

He couldn't very well tell his subordinates that he had taken off his official robes, put on a commoner's tattered cotton-padded coat, and hid in the cellar because he was afraid of dying.

In the end, he was caught by a low-ranking soldier of the Great Xia because he used a roll of high-grade toilet paper to defecate.

How will he ever be able to hold his head high in the Imperial military, or even in prisoner-of-war camps?

"Sakamoto-kun, it's a long story."

Seishiro Itagaki took a deep breath, his face adopting a tragic yet resolute expression.

He walked to the iron fence, lowered his voice, and said in an extremely sorrowful tone:

"Lin Feng's troops have too much firepower."

They used those massive train-mounted cannons with a caliber of over 200 millimeters, turning our positions into a sea of ​​fire.

The command post was surrounded by a large number of Chinese tanks.

I ordered the regimental flag and codebook to be burned.

Then, I personally drew the command sword bestowed upon me by His Majesty the Emperor, and led the remaining guards in a final, desperate charge against the enemy.

As Itagaki Seishiro became more and more engrossed in his performance, he even waved his handcuffed hands as if he were actually holding a samurai sword.

"I personally cut down more than a dozen Chinese soldiers."

Until the sword broke and the bullets were all used up.

Finally, exhausted, he was swarmed by dozens of enemies and forcibly pinned to the ground.

I wanted to bite my tongue and commit suicide, but they gagged me.

I have failed His Majesty the Emperor and the Empire's nurturing!

Listening to Itagaki Seishiro's passionate and moving description, Sakamoto Jun, who knew nothing about the truth, was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes.

"Commander, you've suffered."

Jun Sakamoto bowed deeply through the iron bars:

"You fought to the very last moment; you are worthy of the honor of a Yamato samurai."

I was captured after the command post was bombed and I lost consciousness.

We haven't disgraced the 5th Division!