Chapter 1053

Tokyo, a squad of fully armed American soldiers was passing by in a jeep.

Looking at the soldiers above, people turned their heads in fear, afraid to make eye contact.

Because the events of the past month had already told this group of people that these "supreme rulers" were people not to be trifled with.

Even if they opened fire and shot at them, it would just be a "misfire"!

Riding in the car, Zhang Cheng scanned the surroundings and immediately narrowed his eyes, saying: "Stop!"

"Clatter!"

The convoy stopped. Zhang Cheng got out, saw a young man staring at him, and immediately slapped him across the face.

Facing the sudden slap, the young man fell to the ground with a mouth full of blood, his eyes filled with intense hatred.

"Who allowed you to look directly at me, you mongrel!"

Looking down at the young man, Zhang Cheng stepped on his face, his military boots continuously grinding against his cheek.

Sneering at this scene, the American soldiers in the car all burst into laughter.

And it was precisely because of Zhang Cheng's uninhibited personality that his Special Operations Regiment was also the unit that caused the most trouble among the entire garrison.

But even so, MacArthur never said anything; after all, these were all trivial matters, completely unworthy of mention compared to what the Far East Group provided him.

After all, he only now knew how great it was for Nimitz to cooperate with the other party!

"Bastard, you..."

Looking angrily at Zhang Cheng, the young man seemed to want to struggle to get up.

But under Zhang Cheng's trampling, he was completely unable to stand up.

Drawing the gun from his waist, Zhang Cheng leaned down and pressed it against his brow, saying: "Are you not afraid of death?"

"As a Great Japan..."

Just as the young man spoke, Zhang Cheng pulled the trigger directly.

"Bang!"

The bullet pierced his brow. Zhang Cheng lifted his foot, looked at the blood, and said: "You've dirtied my boots!"

"Ah, my son!"

Seeing her son fall into a pool of blood, the woman who rushed up cried out in pain.

However, looking at her, Zhang Cheng threw a dollar bill from his pocket and said: "So sorry! The gun misfired! Right!"

As Zhang Cheng finished speaking, the American soldiers behind him burst into laughter.

Because this excuse was practically like a joke.

Looking at Zhang Cheng with hatred, the woman stood up and roared: "You destroyed everything, and now you've taken my son. Why don't you kill me! Come on, kill me..."

But just as she finished speaking, James pulled the trigger of his M1 Garand rifle.

As the bullet pierced her brow, she collapsed powerlessly to the ground.

"Colonel, did you hear that? I've never seen such a request!"

Spreading his hands in explanation, James also looked shocked, as if he himself were confused.

But at this moment, police officers blowing whistles arrived.

But when they saw a squad of fully armed American soldiers, they couldn't help but break out in cold sweat.

"Clean the ground, police!"

Stepping forward to slap the stunned police officer, Zhang Cheng turned, got into the car, and left.

Watching the departing convoy, the police officer watched everything, couldn't help but clench his fists, and said: "This is too bullying, bastards, these guys don't treat us like human beings at all!"

"If you want to survive, you have to learn to lower your head; even if you are trampled into the mud, you cannot resist!"

But looking at the young man beside him, the "old" police officer stepped forward.

However, when he looked at Zhang Cheng's back, he shivered all over.

Because he was an ordinary soldier who had retired from the battlefield, and it was precisely because of this that he understood just how much the other party wanted to kill them!

After all, back on Iwo Jima, he had watched with his own eyes as his comrades were executed one by one in front of the other party!

"That guy, I seem to have seen him somewhere before?"

Turning his head, Zhang Cheng looked at Saigo Noboru, his eyes flickering with cold light.

But when Saigo Noboru saw Zhang Cheng staring at him, he hurriedly lowered his head and bowed his entire body at a ninety-degree angle.

"Dog-like guy!"

Saying this coldly, Zhang Cheng pulled his thoughts back to reality, because he had more important things to do.

As a war criminal who had once been in Jin Ling, Prince Asaka Yasuhiko had issued an order to kill all captured personnel, and it was precisely this sentence that created a blood feud. He could rely on his status to escape legal sanctions.

But things were different now, because Zhang Cheng was here specifically to mess with him!

In an area completely abandoned and empty due to incendiary bomb attacks,

Zhang Cheng looked coldly at a certain location and said: "Has it started?"

"It has already started; they have currently arrived at the 'Yasukuni'!"

Speaking to Zhang Cheng, James, who was beside him, received the news via telegraph.

"All positions ready, live-fire drill, target... prepare!"

As Zhang Cheng spoke, the artillery pieces being towed on the vehicles were all unloaded.

Just as the skilled artillerymen loaded the shells, Zhang Cheng's eyes flashed with madness as he said: "Today should 'accidentally injure' a lot of people, right!"

"Who knows? Boss, after all, we didn't receive any notification!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng beside him, James also revealed a meaningful smile.

"Continuous rapid fire, then free artillery bombardment, ammunition base, load it up!"

Speaking loudly, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but bark orders.

In front of Yasukuni, Prince Asaka Yasuhiko was bringing quite a few generals to pay their respects.

However, just as their convoy arrived, cheers came from the people.

Because even though they had been defeated, they still didn't think they were wrong.

But just as Prince Asaka Yasuhiko was enjoying the cheers of the people, a whistling sound appeared in the sky.

When the veteran generals heard the artillery fire, they immediately roared: "It's artillery shells, get down, take cover, take cover..."

Just as everyone was looking for cover, artillery shells like a torrential rainstorm fell.

As the entire shrine and the dense crowd were blown into chaos, artillery shells fell continuously from the sky, as if it had been planned long ago.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The scorching explosion swept through, and Prince Asaka Yasuhiko was blown into fragments in an instant.

Because Zhang Cheng had planned the firing coordinates in advance; from the entrance to the shrine, every place was under the strike of artillery fire.

Even if he didn't die this time, Zhang Cheng could "make a mistake" again.

After the artillery bombardment lasted for more than ten minutes, the telegraph suddenly rang, saying: "Colonel, Colonel, Commander MacArthur is looking for you!"

"Hello, Commander, this is Zhang, I am currently leading the artillery in field training!"

Speaking to MacArthur, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but speak up.

"Zhang, are you sure this is training, and not intentional slaughter?"

Speaking seriously, MacArthur couldn't help but question him.

Because is this "training"? Aiming the artillery at people's heads and blowing them up—you call this training?

"Intentional, what intentional? Could it be that my artillery firing position was wrong? Are there casualties? Then I'm truly sorry, accidental injury, it was definitely accidental injury, what a big deal!"

Speaking indifferently, Zhang Cheng explained with a smile.

"Damn it, you blew up a Prince, and more than a dozen Japanese generals..."

Roaring at Zhang Cheng, MacArthur couldn't help but bellow.

"Ah, did this accidental injury involve a lot of 'people'? That's truly terrible!"

Revealing a meaningful smile, Zhang Cheng's eyes, however, flickered with cold light.

"Get your ass to headquarters, or I will relieve you of your post!"

Angrily hanging up the phone, MacArthur clutched his face in a headache and said: "Damn bastard, when he does things, can't he talk to me about it? Finding a better excuse would also work! This accidental injury is too forced!"

(End of chapter)