"Report, Zhao Yun returns to the team!"

Ye Rong was surprised and happy: "How did you escape?"

"I'm still a little confused." Zhao Yun didn't know how to explain: "I stayed inside for a while and kept observing the outside. After a while, the Japanese named Uchino opened the ward door. What?

I didn’t even say anything. I followed the commander’s instructions and just went out, and the inner court didn’t seem to notice my presence at all.”

"He was also hypnotized. In his eyes, you are Tanaka Gunkichi." Meng Shaoyuan said with a smile: "I gave him psychological hints and asked him to get rid of his companions. The rest is up to you."

"Hypnotism is really that magical?" Ye Rong couldn't help but asked: "Sir, you can teach it to all the agents, so that they can use it when performing missions in the future."

"It's not that magical. The so-called hypnosis must be used on specific people in specific places to be successful. And it's not that simple to master. It has to go through systematic and long learning. Some people have learned it all their lives.

Got the upper hand."

Meng Shaoyuan paused, then sighed:

"After all, there are too few geniuses like me."

Everyone in the office suddenly felt like vomiting.

Really, how shameless can a person be?

You can make people vomit when you speak, this is a state.

It’s not easy to be so shameless as Master Meng, who has reached the pinnacle of shamelessness!

Wu Jingyi was too lazy to pay attention to him: "Where is Tanaka Gunji? What should I do?"

Meng Shaoyuan's face turned gloomy: "I have never tried to chop off someone's head, but I want to try it this time. Do you think I can do it?"

…

Tanaka Gunyoshi's roar never stopped from the first minute he was awakened.

But when Meng Shaoyuan appeared, everything changed.

Tanaka Junji remembered clearly that Meng Shaoyuan smiled at him and said:

"I'm not some Nobi Major, my surname is Meng Shaoyuan."

"What do you want to do?" Tanaka Gunkichi began to feel scared for no reason.

"Remember this photo?"

Meng Shaoyuan took out the newspaper. On it was Tanaka Junji, wearing a white shirt, holding a saber and preparing to chop off the head of a Chinese.

"idiot!"

Tanaka Junji rushed to Tieshan's door, shaking desperately: "Let me out, I will fight with you!"

Meng Shaoyuan was not angry at all: "You are sick, but I am normal. Why should I fight with you?"

"Sir."

Zhang Liao walked in and glanced at Tanaka Junji: "Are you going to torture him?"

"Torture? No."

Meng Shaoyuan was always smiling: "I asked you to teach me how to chop off other people's heads."

"Okay, but this looks simple, but it's actually a bit complicated." Zhang Liao said expressionlessly.

…

This is a nightmare period for Tanaka Gunyoshi.

He was locked behind the Tieshan Gate, and he could clearly see what was happening outside.

He saw Zhang Liao teaching Meng Shaoyuan how to chop off a person's head step by step.

How to choose the angle, how to raise and drop the knife.

How much force should be used when cutting?

Tanaka Gunyoshi is very familiar with chopping off the heads of Chinese people.

In Nanjing, countless heads were chopped off by his saber.

But that's cutting someone's head off.

What if someone wants to chop off their own head?

In particular, Meng Shaoyuan studied for a while, then turned around and smiled at Tanaka Junji.

Tanaka Gunkichi had never thought that laughter could be so scary.

It was as if Meng Shaoyuan was telling him:

"Look, after I've finished practicing, I'll use you to test the knife!"

This is a kind of psychological torture.

Meng Shaoyuan wants Tanaka Gunkichi's psychology to completely collapse!

At noon, lunch arrived, which was quite hearty and even included a bottle of Japanese sake.

Tanaka Gunyoshi looks very calm, eating and drinking when he should.

But Meng Shaoyuan discovered that he barely ate any food, but drank all of the bottle of wine.

He is scared!

In the afternoon, Meng Shaoyuan took a nap and then continued practicing his sword.

Still in front of Tanaka Gunkichi.

"Stop practicing!"

Suddenly, Tanaka Gunkichi roared loudly, then covered his face and cried bitterly:

"Stop practicing, no!"

Meng Shaoyuan smiled very brightly.

Tanaka Gunyoshi, collapsed!

…

"The memorial tablets of soldiers and civilians killed in Nanjing".

A sign was placed there.

Meng Shaoyuan led his subordinates to burn incense on the spiritual tablet, and then bowed respectfully three times.

"Let's begin." He said silently.

"Take Tanaka Gunyoshi!"

The tied-up Tanaka Junji was escorted up.

Zhang Liao kicked him on the inside of his knee and he fell to his knees.

Zhao Yun looked at him coldly:

"Tanaka Gunyoshi, guilty of war crimes and massacre, shall be executed!"

Tanaka Gunyoshi's whole body went limp.

Meng Shaoyuan, the head of the Shanghai District of the Military Command Bureau, personally carried out the execution!

Today, Meng Shaoyuan is still wearing a white shirt.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, a broadsword commonly used by the Northwest Army came into his hand.

"No, get around me!"

Tanaka Junji screamed sadly.

Then, a foul smell filled the air.

He is incontinent.

"You are not a real soldier." Meng Shaoyuan said contemptuously: "Your sword only dares to fall on innocent people who have no power to resist. You are a coward at heart!"

"Sir!" Li Zhifeng stood up straight: "For three hundred thousand heroic souls!"

Everyone shouted: "For three hundred thousand heroic souls!"

"For three hundred thousand heroic souls!" Meng Shaoyuan yelled: "Righten him up!"

Wu Jingyi's camera faithfully recorded this moment.

Today is December 13, 1939.

On this day two years ago, Nanjing fell.

Two years ago on this day, the massacre began.

On this day two years ago, 300,000 soldiers and civilians died!

The blood of Nanjing is still wet!

The country is in disgrace and it has not yet snowed!
To be continued...