northernbook Chapter 732: Extreme Humiliation of Tokugawa Mizuka's Death
Chapter 732: Extreme Humiliation of Tokugawa Mizuka's Death
After half an hour of fierce fighting, the battlefield finally fell silent, with only occasional groans and the smoke in the distance still telling of the tragedy. On this land baptized by war, the remnants of the Ming Zhao Division were almost completely wiped out, leaving only two or three hundred soldiers. Their eyes were filled with fear, their hands were on their heads, and they squatted on the ground trembling, as if they had lost all their strength and courage.
Among these captives, the most eye-catching one was the division commander Tokugawa Mitsuka, who was dragged to the front of the position by several Chinese soldiers like a dead dog. He was ragged and bloodstained. His former majesty and pride were gone, leaving only endless embarrassment and despair.
The commander of the Second Army, Du Lin, dressed in a neat uniform, walked steadily towards Tokugawa Mitsuka. He walked with the gait of a dragon and a tiger, with an imposing manner, and every step seemed to step on the enemy's heart. When he stood in front of Tokugawa Mitsuka, his sharp eyes seemed to be able to see into people's hearts, and he looked directly into the opponent's scarlet eyes.
"You are the commander of the Ming Zhao Division, Lieutenant General Tokugawa Mitsuka?" Du Lin's voice was deep and powerful, and every word was full of majesty and unquestionable. His words pierced into Tokugawa Mitsuka's heart like ice, making him shudder.
Tokugawa Mitsuka struggled to stand up, but he was tied up tightly with ropes and could only twist his body in vain. His eyes were bloodshot, staring at Du Lin, with both unwillingness and anger in his eyes. He spoke in half-baked Chinese, word by word: "The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. If you want to kill me, just kill me. No need to say more." His voice was hoarse, but it revealed a kind of determination and unyielding.
Du Lin stared at Tokugawa Mitsuka with a sharp gaze, his tone full of disdain and ridicule: "Lieutenant General Tokugawa, have you ever thought that when your Fuso army trampled on my land and slaughtered my compatriots in the past, did you foresee that you would be in the situation you are in today? You claim to be the inheritors of the spirit of Bushido, but you regard atrocities and aggression as glory. Now that you have become prisoners, how do you feel?"
His words were like sharp blades, cutting into Tokugawa Mizuka's heart. Tokugawa's face instantly turned livid, his eyes widened, and he was furious. He struggled hard, trying to break free, but it was in vain. He used all his strength and roared in response: "Du Lin! Don't be so proud! War is a matter of life and death. What we, the Fuso Empire, pursue is survival and expansion. What's wrong with that? If your country was not weak and incompetent, how could we covet your disciples!"
Hearing this, Du Lin sneered even more: "Weak and incompetent? Lieutenant General Tokugawa, you must have forgotten who drove you out of this land and who made you taste the bitter fruit of failure. Today's victory is not the work of one Chinese, but the result of the unity of all the soldiers and civilians to resist foreign aggression. And you are destined to pay the price for your actions!"
Du Lin stared at Lieutenant General Tokugawa with a sharp gaze, his tone full of disdain and contempt: "Lieutenant General Tokugawa, your country Fuso once boasted that it was the strongest country in Asia, but that was just a fantasy of your arrogance and self-intoxication. In your eyes, you may have thought that your military strength was enough to dominate, but the wheel of history rolled forward, and reality has ruthlessly crushed your fantasy.
In this ancient and vibrant land of China, our people have long awakened, and our army is growing stronger, well-equipped and well-trained. In your eyes, it may still be stuck in the glory of the past, but today's China is no longer a mere mortal. Our military strength has long surpassed the limits of what you can imagine.
Your so-called advanced weapons are nothing but a pile of scrap metal in front of us; your proud tactics and strategies are so pale and powerless in front of our wise soldiers and civilians. When you tried to trample on this land again and reignite the war, you should have expected the defeat today.
The military strength of Fusang is nothing but a joke in front of China, a joke that makes people laugh. Your former ambition and arrogance will only turn into a speck of dust in the long river of history, buried by the sands of time. "
Du Lin's words were powerful and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting Lieutenant General Tokugawa's heart hard, making him feel ashamed and pale.
Du Lin continued, "In the past half century, you Japanese people always liked to give China the title of the sick man of East Asia. Now it seems that you are just a tiny country, how ridiculous it is. You are the real sick man of Japan. In less than three months, our expeditionary force will definitely trample Tokyo! Let your so-called emperor kneel on the ground and repent his sins!"
"We will destroy the entire island nation of Fuso and wipe out the entire race! It will completely become dust that disappears in the long river of history!"
Facing the extreme humiliation that was surging like a tide from Du Lin, Tokugawa Mitsuka's face instantly turned livid, his eyes widened as if they were about to spit out fire, his eyes were bloodshot, showing his inner anger and unwillingness. His lips trembled, and every breath was accompanied by a heavy gasp, and his chest rose and fell violently, like a volcano about to erupt.
"Du Lin! You shameless bastard!" Tokugawa Mitsuka finally couldn't hold back any longer. In a rage, he cursed loudly, his voice hoarse and sharp, full of endless hatred, "How dare you humiliate my Fuso Empire like this? Su Zhengyang is a coward who relies on the Peace Company! Your victory was gained by relying on despicable tricks and the sacrifice of countless innocent lives!"
His words were full of madness, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with deep hatred and unwillingness. Tokugawa Mitsuka's eyes swept over Du Lin, as if he wanted to tear him into pieces, and his ferocity was chilling. He took a step forward, clenched his hands into fists, and his joints turned white due to the force. He looked like an enraged beast, ready to pounce on the enemy at any time.
However, the shackles of reason and reality were like cold iron chains, tightly binding his body and mind. Tokugawa Mitsuka knew that he was powerless at this moment, and all his anger and unwillingness could only turn into empty roars, echoing on this battlefield of failure. His eyes gradually dimmed, and his anger was mixed with a trace of despair. In the end, he could only helplessly drop his arms and let the heavy sense of frustration overwhelm him.
The scene was instantly filled with tension and blood, and the air was filled with an indescribable oppression. Du Lin stood tall and straight, his eyes as cold as a knife, and he slowly approached Tokugawa Mitsuka, each step seemed so heavy and powerful. When his foot finally landed on Tokugawa Mitsuka's face covered with dust and shame, the air on the entire battlefield seemed to freeze.
Tokugawa Mitsuka's body trembled violently, a tremor mixed with fear, anger and despair. His eyes were wide open, full of tears of disbelief and humiliation, but in this battlefield where the strong are respected, his resistance seemed so powerless. Du Lin's foot stepped heavily on his head, which was a silent humiliation and a strong response to past acts of aggression.
Then, Du Lin turned around and glanced at the commander of the 42nd Regiment who was standing beside him in awe. His voice was deep and powerful, and every word was clearly heard by everyone present: "Commander, I order you to behead all the Fuso surrendered soldiers, leaving no one alive. The crimes they committed on Chinese soil must be paid for with blood."