He was afraid of death, and he was so afraid of death.

"I am Kenji Doihara, the commander of the 14th Division of the Imperial Japanese Army. Please treat you as prisoners of war with us!" Niushima Man took a deep breath and said slowly.

"General, no..."

"Baga, put down the weapons in your hands, this is an order!" Niushima Man ordered angrily.

"We will not surrender. Please forgive me. We cannot follow the general!" A Japanese army, Zo, picked up his samurai sword and pointed it at his belly and cut it with one touch!

"Hengshan Lord!"

Five or six Japanese officers committed suicide by separatism one after another, and the remaining people lost their weapons and were waiting to be dealt with.

"You are Lieutenant General Kenji Doihira?"

"I am the one!" Niushima Man bent down slightly and replied seriously.

"Very good, take it away!" Yao Heiko smiled slightly. He had seen Kenji Dohihara with his own eyes. This guy was obviously not Kenji Dohihara, but he actually pretended to be Kenji Dohihara, and he must have his purpose.

"Old demon instructor, he is one of the culprits of Niu Daoman, one of the culprits of the Nanjing Massacre." Cao Xingyang came over and whispered in Yao Heizi's ear.

The new 38th Division fought with the 6th Division many times, especially with Niu Daoman. Cao Xingyang naturally knew Niu Daoman, but Niu Daoman did not know him.

Manta Niushima didn't know that his identity had been exposed. He thought to himself that he might be able to buy some time for the real Kenji Doihara.

In his opinion, if the Chinese army seized Kenji Dohihara, they would definitely celebrate the victory and relax their pursuit of the other side. After all, catching Kenji Dohihara was a huge victory, and the run away Japanese army must be less important.
Chapter completed!