Chapter 1052: Where is there a wolf that doesn't crave blood!

Tokyo Bay, USS Missouri.

The flag symbolizing the five-star Admiral was hoisted high.

And this was also a surrender ceremony attended by two five-star Admirals at the same time!

However, facing the Japanese representatives in heavy formal attire, the U. S. side appeared exceptionally simple, not even wearing medals, as if to show their contempt.

Also attending the event was Zhang Cheng, because he entered the venue behind Nimitz.

Looking at Zhang Cheng, who had been "dismissed," Umezu Yoshijiro revealed a look of astonishment.

Because he didn't expect that a U. S. military non-commissioned officer would appear here; what was his identity?

Wearing a simple Major's uniform, Zhang Cheng had a dagger hanging at his waist, while his firearms had been taken away outside.

After all, Nimitz was also afraid that this "President" would get hot-headed and directly perform an iaijutsu slash!

Complex steps began, first playing the national anthem, then the surrender session.

However, just as the singing started, Zhang Cheng looked coldly at Umezu Yoshijiro, silently chanting his own national anthem in his heart!

Watching the increasingly ferocious gaze, Umezu Yoshijiro and Shigemitsu Mamoru beside him felt a chill spreading.

"Hey, Zhang, did you put ice cubes on your body?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng beside him, Erskine couldn't help but ask.

"No, I just want to kill someone too much!" 【1052-16

Speaking indifferently, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but reach his hand toward his waist.

But the moment he touched his dagger, Zhang Cheng discovered that his gun was outside; he hadn't brought it in at all.

"Don't do anything rash, buddy. I know what you want to do, but you have to hold back!"

Holding Zhang Cheng, Erskine also had a splitting headache at this moment, because how could Nimitz have let him in?

Nimitz: A three-hundred-acre ranch, five thousand head of cattle and horses, four crates of gold—look at me, come on, try refusing that!

Erskine:

Ending the complicated surrender ceremony, both sides exchanged signatures simultaneously.

However, just after it ended, MacArthur looked at Zhang Cheng and said: "Zhang, right?"

"Very pleased to meet you, General MacArthur!"

Politely extending his hand, Zhang Cheng knew the other party didn't like him, and likewise, he didn't like him either.

After all, if he were the commander, why the hell would he still be fighting in Okinawa? He would have gone straight to the mainland!

And "one hundred million souls shattered"? If he could produce five million casualties, Zhang Cheng would consider this generation of Japanese to have backbone!

"Any interest in developing in the Army? Being a Major is truly a waste of your talents!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, MacArthur couldn't help but smile.

Previously, he had suspected whether Nimitz of the Navy had some unspeakable deal with the Far East Group.

Now, after learning Zhang Cheng's identity, this wasn't an unspeakable deal at all—this was practically a "py" deal in broad daylight!

Nimitz helped the Far East Group test equipment, and the other party returned the favor by helping him build a special operations battalion that far exceeded global standards.

Now it seemed Nimitz's business was truly excellent; after all, what battalion climbs from five hundred to seven hundred, then straight up to twelve hundred men, and now, it is said, is even becoming a reinforced regiment of about four thousand!

Once Nimitz equips the personnel and the Far East Group helps transport weapons and equipment, this wouldn't be a Marine Corps—this would be a land-based armored king!

Look at their configuration: the firepower of a five-man squad is comparable to a company. Once this regiment is formed, how are the soldiers under his MacArthur supposed to compete with their 1st Marine Division?

"Hey, Douglas, what are you doing?"

Watching MacArthur stop Zhang Cheng, Nimitz subconsciously sensed something was wrong and hurriedly blocked Zhang Cheng behind him.

"Buddy, we're just chatting! No need to be so nervous, okay?"

Watching Nimitz step forward, MacArthur offered an explanation.

"Shut up, don't have designs on my men. I've already decided to award Zhang a Medal of Honor, and he is about to become the commander of the 1st Marine Division's Special Operations Regiment, with the rank of Colonel! Understand?"

Looking seriously at MacArthur, Nimitz's words were undoubtedly meant to say: Little brother, are you trying to cut off my source of wealth?

"Fine, I hope we can cooperate if the conditions are right!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng before him, MacArthur extended his hand.

And just after MacArthur left, Nimitz turned his head and patted Zhang Cheng on the shoulder, saying: "Don't deal with that guy; his level of warfare is just as lousy as his temper!"

Hearing Nimitz's roast, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

Because this old general was truly worthy of the name; he saw through the other party's true level at a glance!

But this couldn't be blamed on MacArthur; after all, the biggest Waterloo of his life was on the Peninsula!

The Baldy had held on for four years with aid, making MacArthur once think this guy was a loser, and that he could win with his eyes closed!

As a result, when he arrived at the Peninsula and took a look, it turned out he was the real loser, and he was almost beaten into having autism!

Baldy: Damn it, if you hadn't fought, I wouldn't have known I was actually quite strong!

MacArthur:.

A generation of Whampoa men, half a history of modern times,

The lower bunk beats the upper bunk, the junior beats the senior,

Deskmates fight with bayonets, the director beats the principal!

After nearly a month of lying low, the matter regarding the garrison was finally settled.

However, with MacArthur as the Regional Commander in Japan, Zhang Cheng stayed behind with his "Special Operations Regiment."

Because he needed to conduct "training" here.

Inside the Tokyo military camp, the roar of tanks was constantly ringing out.

In the dust-filled runway, Zhang Cheng bit into a cigar, held intelligence in his hand, and said: "A bunch of damn idiots, they can't even find one person. What are they good for?"

Just after Zhang Cheng angrily threw away the telegram, James hurriedly picked it up and said: "Boss, I..."

"Tell the Night Squad, if they still can't get what I want, I will nail them to a cross just like Jesus, understand?"

Looking coldly at James, Zhang Cheng's patience was reaching its limit.

If he didn't think vampires were still somewhat useful, he would have long since scattered them into the fields as fertilizer.

"I understand, Boss, I will have them handle the South Asia issue as soon as possible!"

Hearing Zhang Cheng say this, James immediately became serious.

Because he discovered that every time news came that the "heads" had not been collected well, Zhang Cheng's temper would explode instantly like a powder keg.

However, just as James finished reporting, Victor, who had walked up, said: "The Prince you were looking for has been found!"

"Is that so?"

Hearing Victor's words, Zhang Cheng's entire anger instantly dissipated, and his face beamed with a smile as he said: "That is truly good news, Victor!"

"I think so too. What do you intend to do?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Victor couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

"Some ordnance equipment has been damaged recently. You write the report, and I'll sign it, understand?"

Looking at Victor, Zhang Cheng revealed a smile.

"Understood, Colonel!"

Saluting, Victor immediately knew what Zhang Cheng wanted to do.

However, at this moment, noisy sounds were heard from outside.

Walking to the door and seeing a group of people gathered outside, Zhang Cheng turned his head and said: "What's going on?"

"It seems like when the soldiers went out to play, they caused a bit of trouble and accidentally bullied a few women..."

Speaking to Zhang Cheng, James offered an explanation.

"For such a small matter, they dare to disturb the training here? Open fire, disperse this group of lowly people."

Speaking coldly, Zhang Cheng made a throat-slitting gesture directly toward the watchtower.

Before long, accompanied by the sound of gunfire, the people outside were seen fleeing in panic instantly.

Looking at the people lying in pools of blood, Zhang Cheng licked his lips coldly and said: "This is what a supreme ruler should do..."

(End of chapter)