Reborn Brazil as a Plutocrat

Chapter 340 Occupation

Clay Hope, the white-headed old man, looked at the jungle in the distance with his eyes as if they had no focus. He sighed silently before shaking his head

"No need, there are so many wounded brothers here, I can't leave them alone.

I'll wait for those Japanese here.

You can withdraw first!"

The middle-aged man hesitated for a long time, seemed to have made up his mind, gritted his teeth and spoke forward

"Sir, I will stay with you too."

The chaotic sounds behind him have become smaller and smaller, and most of the people in the camp have packed their food and fled in all directions.

The white-headed man did not turn his head. He was silent for a while after hearing the middle-aged man's words.

"No, you can't stay.

If you really don’t trust me, you can wait two days and come back to the camp to have a look.

If you have a chance, help me collect the corpse!

Also, if you have the chance to escape, you must find a way to spread what happened here."

Knowing that the white-headed man had already made up his mind to die and it was useless to dissuade him, the middle-aged man said no more.

But the possibility of escaping from this island alive is really slim.

After all, this is a small island that is used to exile prisoners and no one cares about it.

The only chance may be to wait for the next time the prisoners are transported to the island.

But when that will happen, no one knows.

It is difficult to confirm whether I can survive until that time.

But at this time, the middle-aged man could only bite the bullet and nod yes to the Pulsatilla's dying instructions.

"Okay, sir,

I will find a way to sneak back in two days, and I hope to see you again then!"

Both of them knew that this possibility was very low, but the middle-aged man still had a glimmer of extravagant hope.

The white-headed man waved his hand without raising his head, signaling the middle-aged man to leave.

The middle-aged man took one last look at the bleak back of the Pulsatilla, gritted his teeth and entered the camp, collecting some random food.

When I left the camp, I bowed deeply to the Pulsatilla and walked into the dense jungle step by step.

When the first ray of sunlight in the sky crosses the sea level and shines on the Fernando de Noronha Islands.

The Japanese camp was already filled with densely packed people. Men, women, old and young were supporting each other. People who could almost stand normally were all standing in an open space.

The corpses on the ground last night have been cleaned up, and the blood remaining on the ground is still telling people about the tragedy of last night.

In the middle of the open space stands a straight tree trunk, about ten meters long.

Mizuno Nobuyoshi and Kobayashi Hisaku are standing under the flagpole, and not far away opposite them are standing neatly, three hundred fully armed soldiers.

Behind the soldiers are the Japanese people on the island.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Mizuno Xinyi, and he coughed twice

"Subjects of the Empire of Japan, today is a moment destined to be remembered by history.

We, the residents of the Japanese Empire in Brazil, loyal subjects of His Majesty Tianhuang, are about to accomplish a feat.

In Brazil, thousands of miles away from the Japanese Empire, we offer a piece of territory in the Atlantic Ocean to the great Majesty Tianhuang.

This will make all of us famous in history, and will also indicate that the Japanese Empire will become even more powerful.

Let us cheer for His Majesty Tianhuang!

Half a year!"

"Half a year!"

After hearing Mizuno Nobui's words, the crowd below became excited. They raised their hands high and shouted "Half a Time!" in unison.

After doing this three times, Mizuno Xinyi said to everyone again

"Now, we will raise the flag of the Empire of Japan under the witness of everyone,

Announce to the whole world that from today on, this island is an overseas territory of the Empire of Japan.

Please join me in singing Tianhuang."

As soon as the words fell, everyone began to sing in unison, the Japanese national anthem "Kiminoyo".

Mizuno Nobuhiro and Kobayashi Hisaku also sang this song while raising the national flag on the flagpole with solemn expressions.

As the plaster flag was raised, all the Japanese cheered in unison again like crazy.

"Half a year!"

The bright red on the plaster flag flying high on the flagpole is in sharp contrast with the blood red on the ground that has not yet completely solidified.

It seems to remind the world that wherever this flag is raised, there will be bloodshed.

The carnival of the crowd lasted for more than five minutes before gradually subsided.

After everyone slowly calmed down, Mizuno Xinyi tidied his clothes, stood under the plaster banner with a serious face, and said to the three hundred fully armed soldiers

"Your Majesty Tianhuang's brave subjects, although we have completed the occupation of the island.

But there are still many rats on this island who are unwilling to obey His Majesty Tianhuang's leadership.

They are recharging their strength in the dark corners of the island, ready to attack us at any time.

We must wipe them all out immediately to prevent them from destroying His Majesty Tianhuang's sacred territory.

So, now I command

Everyone was fully armed and cleared all non-Japanese people on the island.

Let us dedicate a clean territory to His Majesty Tianhuang.

Let’s go!”

After saying that, he waved his hand.

He was supposed to have a very imposing image, but paired with his short and fat figure, he looked indescribably funny.

The heavily armed Japanese took the lead and walked out of the camp neatly, followed by the old, weak, women and children holding various wooden sticks and spears.

It turns out that Mizuno Nobugi actually took everyone with him to hunt down the prisoners who had been defeated by them.

The vast crowd marched along the narrow paths on the island towards the prisoners' camp.

The first destination is the base camp of the bearded Falk Pinto, but because the bearded man died on the way to charge last night, the people who returned to the camp knew that they could not stay in the camp.

The camp has long been cleared of all your supplies, leaving only some seriously injured people who cannot move.

Mizuno Shingi couldn't even treat his own wounded, so it was certainly impossible to treat these prisoners.

At the same time, he had no food to waste on these wounded people.

Therefore, he did not hesitate to give orders to the soldiers around him

"Kill them with bayonets."

"Hai!"

The Japanese carried rifles with bayonets and stabbed all the wounded to death one by one. In an instant, panicked pleas for mercy and screams could be heard throughout the camp.

The heavily armed soldiers kicked open the dilapidated shacks and searched for all the places where people could hide.

Anyone found alive will be stabbed with a bayonet.

The old, weak, women and children without weapons rushed into the camp behind the soldiers and packed away everything they saw and thought was valuable.

Finally, a fire burned the entire camp to ashes.

It has to be said that the Japanese have an unparalleled talent for the Sanguang policy.

The places they walked through were completely killed, robbed, and burned, leaving no trace behind.

Big Beard’s camp is not small, after all, there used to be about 700 people living here.

It took a whole morning to clean the camp.

Both Mizuno Shingi and Kobayashi Hisaku knew very well that many survivors had fled into the dense forest.

In order to cut off their livelihood, they had already ordered all supplies in the camp to be moved away, and everything that could not be moved was burned.

Never leave anything of value to the survivors.

Even if we can't find them out of the jungle, we will let them starve to death in the jungle.

After clearing the camp, everyone headed towards the Pulsatilla's camp.

This island is not big, and everyone knows exactly where the respective camps of the several forces on the island are.

Therefore, the crowd quickly surrounded Pulsatilla's camp.

From a distance, Mizuno Xinyi saw the white-headed man standing outside the camp. The soldiers around him wanted to shoot him directly, but Mizuno Xinyi stopped him.

The white-headed man standing outside the camp had long seen the billowing smoke coming from the bearded camp, and he didn't understand that the other party was preparing to completely eradicate it this time.

Looking at Mizuno Nobui who was slowly approaching him, Whitehead Clay Hope had no expression on his face.

"Mr. Pulsatilla, I didn't expect you to greet me at the camp gate."

Mizuno Xinyi seemed to be in a good mood, and came to the Pulsatilla arrogantly.

"No, you are wrong!

I stand here just to tell you that this is my camp.

You are not welcome, please leave!"

Clay Hope's face was calm, and he looked coldly at the proud little Japanese in front of him.

Mizuno Xinyi was not angry when he heard what he said, and laughed loudly

"Mr. Pulsatilla, are you painted by Lao Hu?

From now on, the entire island belongs to us, and I can go wherever I want.

It’s your turn to dictate what’s next.”

After saying that, he stretched his head and glanced at the messy camp behind Pulsatilla.

He chuckled disdainfully

"Tsk! Tsk! Mr. Pulsatilla, are you just going to stop me on your own?"

At this time, the white-headed man also understood that he had no ability to resist at all.

He didn't say anything, he just stood straight in front of Mizuno Xinyi, blocking his way.

Mizuno Xinyi glanced at him, unwilling to talk nonsense with him, and waved behind him.

Soldiers carrying weapons rushed forward.

A soldier was about to stab the troublesome old man to death with a bayonet, but Mizuno Nobuhiro stopped him

"Don't be so rude to Mr. Pulsatilla. You go into the camp and check carefully to see how many people there are.

We want Mr. Pulsatilla to see with his own eyes how I entered his camp."

When the soldier heard this, he could only turn his rifle around, and the butt of the rifle hit Clay Hope directly in the face.

He was directly beaten to a bloody head, but Clay Hope did not give in. He knew that he had no place to retreat.

But the Japanese obviously would not be stopped by an old man like him, so they hit him in the stomach with the butt of a rifle again, causing him to bend over like a shrimp and fall to the ground.

Seeing the Japanese stepping over his body and rushing towards the camp.

Pulsatilla shouted

"We surrender! We surrender! I don't know if we can be let go.

These are all wounded and will not pose a threat to you.

Please, we surrender!"

The soldiers ignored Pulsatilla's call, stepped over him, and rushed into the camp.

Mizuno Xinyi squatted next to Pulsatilla and said

"Mr. Pulsatilla, don't say I won't give you a chance.

If you could get all the people who fled into the jungle to come out and surrender to me.

I can consider letting you go. What do you think?"

Clay Hope, the white-headed old man, endured the pain and gasped

"Everyone has dispersed long ago and I can't find them at all.