Age of Conquest Reborn

A typical Japanese-style room, very elegant and quiet, with complete living facilities. Hirohito was sitting on the tatami with a blank look and a dull expression. Everything seemed as unreal as in a dream. Until now, he still couldn't believe it.

From the dignified Emperor of Japan, I became a prisoner of the Chinese soldiers. To be precise, I was a prisoner of the Chinese devil Tang Qiuli.~

If it weren't for the fact that in the room, two young officers, a man and a woman, wearing military uniforms of the China Army, were monitoring his every move, Hirohito would definitely believe that he was having a long nightmare, but the current situation told him that this

It's not a dream, it's a cruel reality.

After waking up from the dream, a question lingered in Hirohito's mind, "What will that Chinese devil Tang Qiuli do to him?" This thought filled his heart in a mess, and the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he was still afraid.

With a sense of luck, Tang Qiuli wouldn't kill himself?

Hirohito did not want to die. Before becoming a prisoner, he had never thought about death. How could His Majesty the Emperor of the Empire of Japan die? But the cruel reality he faced was that he fell into the hands of the Chinese devil Tang Qiuli.

The issue of life and death is not something you can decide. From the majestic Emperor to the prisoner of Tang Qiuli, his identity changed only one night. Whether it was fate or bad luck, Hirohito didn't know.

The fear of death, like an endless tide, overwhelmed him, "Where is my family? You Chinese people won't hurt them, right?" After thinking about his own life and safety for a long time, Hirohito suddenly remembered that he was being killed along with him.

Empress Ryoko and several princes and princesses who were captured alive from the Tokyo Imperial Palace asked in a hoarse voice.

The very beautiful young female officer simply replied in proficient Japanese: "According to the order of our division commander, proper arrangements have been made!" Her attitude was extremely cold.

Obviously, the two independent division officers were unwilling to answer his questions. Of course Hirohito was not satisfied with such a simple answer. His lips moved and he wanted to ask more questions, but when he saw the eyes of the two officers, they were so intense that they could not be removed.

Hatred, contempt from the heart, I knew it and closed my mouth.

As night fell, it had been more than a day since Hirohito became a prisoner. Someone brought dinner, a simple meal and two dishes, with authentic Japanese flavor. The officers guarding him were replaced by new ones, one man and one woman.

The officer's expression was even more indifferent than the two officers just now.

The snow-white rice exuded an alluring aroma, but Hirohito had no appetite at all. The two officers just looked at him with cold eyes, without any intention of persuading him to eat. With that attitude, he would rather starve to death!

I couldn't hold back the burning hunger in my belly. Hirohito didn't plan to make things difficult for himself. He went on a hunger strike or something. It was too painful. How could His Majesty the Emperor endure such hardship? He ate less than half a bowl of rice. After a few mouthfuls of soup, he felt a little energetic.

Better.

The atmosphere in the room was too silent and depressing. It was so depressing that Hirohito couldn't breathe. After thinking for a while, he asked: "You two, I didn't know that Tang Qiuli would treat me like this? I am His Majesty the Emperor of the Empire of Japan and a monarch.

Dignity, you can tell Tang Qiuli that I want to die in a dignified way!"

Hirohito was very cunning. He was testing his tone. The officers who could guard him must be Tang Qiuli's cronies and should know something. This time, it was the young male officer who said: "No comment! Don't forget.

I have lost my identity!" His tone was cold and unceremonious, and he was obviously very unwilling to say another word to Hirohito.

Hirohito fell on the tatami in great suffocation and depression. From being captured alive in the palace to the roar of gunfire all night, he blindfolded himself in an armored vehicle and resigned himself to his fate. He didn't sleep a wink all day and night. He was mentally and physically exhausted.

At the extreme point, he wanted to sleep and closed his eyes.

In a hazy state, it seemed that he was being lifted up from the tatami by several heavily armed and fierce-looking Chinese soldiers. After being tied up, he was taken to a forest shrouded in mist. A hole had been dug there, and then, there was a

A row of soldiers with guns pointed at them, the black muzzles of their guns pointed at themselves, the officer leading the group raised his hand...

"No! Don't kill me!" Hirohito howled miserably. He woke up from his nightmare, his heart beating like a drum. He was covered in cold sweat. When he opened his frightened eyes, what he saw was still this room.

, they are still two independent division officers who are full of energy and have contempt in their eyes.

"Oh! It turned out to be a nightmare!" Hirohito breathed a long sigh of relief and fell into a state of unconsciousness.

At about nine o'clock in the morning the next day, Hirohito was thinking wildly in the room. A major general officer of the independent division, who was as strong as a hill, followed by several fully armed soldiers, opened the door.

He glanced at Hirohito and said to the two officers: "If the division commander wants to see this guy, take him over immediately!"

"Yes! Captain!" The two officers saluted. The person coming was Shan Hu. After the second echelon of the independent division's left offensive group began to cross the Korean Strait, he handed over the defense of Tsushima Island and led the team to Yokohama. Finally,

Back at Shizhi, because Hirohito was an important figure, he came to escort him personally.

Hirohito couldn't understand Chinese, and when he saw several unfamiliar officers and soldiers, especially the big Chinese officer who was full of murderous intent, he looked at him with a look like a knife, which made the hairs all over his body stand up. He thought

, wanted to shoot himself, so he shouted regardless: "You can't treat me like this, I want to see Tang Qiuli!"

The two officers who had been monitoring Hirohito all night suddenly became happy when they saw the guy who kept calling him "me" and hugging him like a bear. The female officer suppressed her smile and said in a cold voice: "To fulfill your wish, our division commander wants to meet you."

You, follow our captain now!"

Hirohito was as weak as a deflated rubber ball, and he didn't even have the energy to stand up. It seemed that Shanhu had murderous intent. In the end, two strong soldiers from the guard brigade drove him one by one.

Walk.

In a spacious room, Tang Qiuli sat comfortably on the tatami, drinking tea. He was the only one in the room. He didn't want to make any preparations for the upcoming meeting with Hirohito. For a prisoner, he could do it with just a thought.

There is no need to intimidate a prisoner who has a life-or-death decision with the lofty attitude of a victor.

The door was gently pushed open, Tang Qiuli raised his head, and saw Hirohito, who had a sallow face, a thin body, and a listless spirit, being brought in by Shan Hu. At this moment, his eyes were full of murderous intent. For this launch

The September 18th Incident and the July 7th Incident were the main culprits in invading China and causing serious disasters to the Chinese people. Their murderous intentions were stronger than ever.

Hirohito stood in the middle of the room anxiously, looking at the handsome young man in casual clothes with gray hair. He knew that this was the Chinese devil whom he had been cruel to for countless times, and wanted to eat his flesh and sleep on his skin.

Tang Qiuli, the archrival who cursed even in his sleep, didn't know how to speak for a moment?

Hirohito had seen this sworn enemy of the Japanese Empire countless times in photos. Now, finally facing it, Hirohito's mind seemed to freeze in an instant, and he stood blankly in the middle of the room.

"Hirohito, please sit down. I am Tang Qiuli, who is nicknamed the Chinese Devil by you Japanese!" Tang Qiuli said lightly: "Neither you nor I thought that I would be in such a place and in such a way.

Let’s meet! We are not strangers, can we say we understand each other, we are feuds and sworn enemies!”

Hirohito calmed down and staggered to sit opposite Tang Qiuli. Tang Qiuli poured him a cup of tea, and then looked at Hirohito without saying a word, as if looking at an inanimate object.

Normal, indifferent and indifferent.

Tang Qiuli's silence was a kind of boundless pressure, which almost made Hirohito's spirit collapse. But in his heart, he still had the so-called dignity of His Majesty the Emperor of Japan. This kind of indifference and boundless pressure made him

Feeling very uncomfortable, he broke the silence and said: "Tang Qiuli, I am your prisoner now. I want to know how you will deal with me? You might as well say it bluntly, I only want to die!"

"How to deal with you?" Tang Qiuli took a sip of tea, with a sarcastic smile on his lips, and said: "Hirohito, with the disaster and pain you have brought to the Chinese people, can you repay it with just one death? What do you mean to China?

The crimes committed by the people are too numerous to list. If I were to list them all here, it would take me three days and three nights to list them all. There is neither time nor need. However, I have no intention of killing you yet!"

This sentence was what Hirohito wanted to hear most. His spirit suddenly lifted, and a light of hope appeared in his eyes, and he said: "Tang Qiuli, you and I are both leaders. There is no need to beat around the bush when you say something. Just say it."

, whatever you need, I can satisfy you unconditionally as much as possible within the acceptable range!"

"Previously, I wanted to ask the Germans to be the intermediary to negotiate the terms of peace with you. I believe you also know it. It is still valid now, and you can even add new content. As long as you accept it, you can sign the relevant documents immediately. This

This war is over, you have got what you need, and I have an account to the subjects of the Japanese Empire!"

"Hahaha!" Tang Qiuli laughed loudly, shaking the roof tiles, laughing so hard that he almost burst into tears. It took him a long time before he stopped whispering, looked at Hirohito with a look of shame and annoyance on his face, and said slowly:

"Hirohito, until now, you still don't know your position or what Japan will face?"

"You think that if you throw out those so-called peace conditions, I will happily accept them. Don't forget that Tokyo is the only place left in Japan. My millions of troops have been besieging the city for several months. It's not that I can't capture Tokyo. As long as I say

Under the order, Tokyo will fall into my hands in no more than three days. You said that the whole of Japan is mine, will you still covet the so-called peace terms you proposed?"

"Hirohito, what I want to tell you is that Japan must surrender unconditionally, and this surrender decree must be announced by you personally!"

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