Chapter 1047: Zhang Cheng

Iwo Jima, Motoyama.

Under powerful fire support, the Japanese army was at the end of its rope.

Because there were only two paths before them: either be thoroughly eliminated, or surrender!

However, the second option clearly didn't exist, because the team responsible for the main attack was the Special Operations Battalion of the 1st Marine Division!

That was the "Storming Team" led by Zhang Cheng!

To him, the battlefield was a stage for the strong, so there was no option of surrender; either you die standing, or you kneel and have your neck twisted by him.

Zhang Cheng: Surrender, I never learned those two words!

Japanese Army: Those who know the times are heroes!

"Boom boom boom!"

In Motoyama, where artillery fire roared, dust constantly fell on the map.

Looking at the near-unsolvable situation, Kuribayashi Tadamichi's heart was left with only despair.

Because he knew deeply that he couldn't reverse the overall situation and could only issue the final "Gyokusai" (honorable death) statement to the headquarters.

"Lieutenant General, Lieutenant Colonel Nishi Takeichi has died in battle!"

Coming to Kuribayashi Tadamichi with sadness, the messenger told him this bad news.

"What? Nishi Takeichi-kun!"

Looking at the messenger before him, Kuribayashi Tadamichi's feeling of sadness couldn't help but become intense.

Time came to half an hour ago, in front of a position in Motoyama, the Special Operations Battalion was launching a crazy attack.

Facing the aggressive Special Operations Battalion, Nishi Takeichi roared, "For His Majesty the Emperor, Banzai!"

"Banzai!"

Sending out a shout in unison, the Japanese soldiers also roared.

"Banzai, banzai, banzai every day, go to your grandfather's, can't you change the word?"

Piercing through the heart of the Japanese soldier before him, Zhang Cheng pressed his cheek, his five fingers constantly exerting force.

"Crack!"

A cracking sound arose, and the Japanese soldier completely lost support, lying on the ground like mud.

Discarding the other party with disgust, Zhang Cheng looked ferocious, "Heavy machine gun squad, move up!"

"Whoosh!"

Accompanied by Zhang Cheng finishing his words, the heavy machine gunners in the rear moved to the position one after another.

Watching the Japanese soldiers rushing out, they pulled the triggers without hesitation.

"Tat-tat-tat-tat!"

Watching the Japanese soldiers falling like cut rice, Zhang Cheng roared, "Stop!"

In an instant, the battlefield was silent.

When Nishi Takeichi, who walked out holding a samurai sword, saw his soldiers die in battle, he couldn't help but roar, "Bastard!"

"This guy seems to be a celebrity, right?"

Turning his head, Zhang Cheng asked James beside him.

"Seems to be an Olympic equestrian champion! Don't know how his blood tastes!"

Speaking to Zhang Cheng, James explained.

"Interesting!"

Hearing James's words, Zhang Cheng walked up slowly, stepping on the corpses of Japanese soldiers, "Hey, your soldiers are all dead, don't you intend to accompany them?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng with hatred, Nishi Takeichi roared and rushed up, slashing with the samurai sword in his hand.

"Clang!"

Blocking with the three-sided military dagger backhanded, Zhang Cheng kicked out playfully.

"Crack!"

Accompanied by the kneecap of his left leg breaking, Nishi Takeichi immediately fell to the ground in pain.

Struggling to stand up, Nishi Takeichi hadn't had time to turn over before he had his kneecap broken again by Zhang Cheng's kick.

Watching Nishi Takeichi who had lost both feet, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but laugh loudly, "How about it, equestrian champion, can you stand up? Do you want me to equip you with a warhorse?"

Watching Zhang Cheng tease Nishi Takeichi like this, Logan couldn't help but say with some intolerance, "Enough, Zhang, kill him!"

"You aren't much kinder than me!"

Looking at Logan behind him, Zhang Cheng picked up the samurai sword on the ground, then looked at Nishi Takeichi, "I'll help you with *kaishaku* (decapitation)! How about that!"

Dropping the three-sided military dagger in his hand, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but look at Nishi Takeichi.

And hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Nishi Takeichi said, "A soldier of the Great Japanese Empire will not be insulted!"

Saying this, Nishi Takeichi directly gripped the three-sided military dagger and pierced through his abdomen.

But just at this moment, Zhang Cheng held his stomach and sneered, "Fool, you can't use a three-sided military dagger for *seppuku*, you should have used a *wakizashi* (short sword) instead. Wait to bleed out, idiot!"

Backhandedly snatching the three-sided military dagger, Zhang Cheng turned his head and said, "You guys guess, how long will it take for him to bleed out?"

"I'll go first, fifty dollars, two minutes!"

"Too much? One and a half minutes, two hundred dollars!"

Just as the remaining U. S. soldiers who walked up spoke separately, everyone began to discuss.

Watching the mockery all around, and Zhang Cheng's cold gaze, Nishi Takeichi wished he could die right now.

However, even so, the weapon closest to him was still several meters away.

Looking at all this in despair, Nishi Takeichi lay paralyzed on the ground, memories constantly flashing through his eyes.

But just as death drew closer, Nishi Takeichi's heart began to waver, because he seemingly didn't want to die anymore.

"Save, save me..."

Struggling to raise his hand, Nishi Takeichi couldn't help but look at Zhang Cheng.

Squatting before Nishi Takeichi, Zhang Cheng tilted his neck and said, "Aren't you afraid of death? Why don't you pray for your Emperor to come save you? Hahahaha!"

Looking at Nishi Takeichi, Zhang Cheng leaned close to his face and said, "Do you know? I like watching the despair of you guys before death the most, that makes me feel happy!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng with a pale face, Nishi Takeichi collapsed at this moment, his eyes filled with despair.

"Yes, yes, yes, that's the expression!"

Looking at Nishi Takeichi playfully, Zhang Cheng turned around and said, "When he dies, cut off his head, I want to take it back and put it in the office as a decoration!"

And hearing Zhang Cheng say this before death, Nishi Takeichi thoroughly collapsed.

Under the night sky, bright stars hung in the sky.

The continuous attacks during the day had already made the Special Operations Battalion exhausted.

If it were an ordinary team, they would have likely started to collapse in the high-intensity slaughter, but here, people's faces were filled with smiles.

Because they had long heard the broadcast saying that the Far East Group had established a charity fund and distributed hundreds of millions of dollars in "aid" to the families of soldiers on the front line.

And although they were a bit tired on the front line, thinking that their families could eat and drink well, what else was there to be unsatisfied about?

Especially as the Battalion Commander, Zhang Cheng, who fought on the front line every time.

Why do Americans like individual heroism? That's because they have never encountered it in reality!

Now that there is a living "hero Battalion Commander," who not only charges to the front but also provides them with a prosperous life, then killing some Japanese, is that even a thing?

Special Operations Battalion: So what if I kill some Japanese, look at me, so what if I kill some Japanese!

Zhang Cheng: Franklin is truly great!

"Battalion Commander, there are two Japanese soldiers here who want to surrender!"

Just as Zhang Cheng was sitting by the campfire thinking, the U. S. soldier who walked over couldn't help but shout.

"Surrender? Did you forget the rules?"

Looking at the U. S. soldier, Zhang Cheng asked.

Hearing Zhang Cheng's words, the other party immediately realized something, backhandedly pulled out his gun, and performed a set of American-style iaijutsu.

"That's right, we don't need prisoners!"

Looking at the U. S. soldier, Zhang Cheng smiled.

Hiding in the darkness, watching his companion get killed, Nishigo Noboru covered his mouth, sobbing painfully.

【Iwo Jima Family Letter!】

Because he didn't expect that the U. S. military's treatment of so-called prisoners wasn't friendly treatment at all, but thorough execution!

And this was mainly because they chose the wrong target to surrender to; after all, if it were another U. S. military squad, they might have had a chance to survive!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 1048 =====