GBP Chapter 980 Traitor 3 Well
Chapter 980 Traitor 3 Well
On a snowy ground, the smoke of battle had just dissipated, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood.
After a few heavy breaths, the blood-soaked Anjing Sanxiu fell to the ground like a broken rag doll. The snow quickly stained the blood on his robe, and the red and white interweaving was shocking. Two sturdy warriors knelt on his shoulders. Sanxiu's breathing was slightly rapid due to tension and anger, and a deep human-shaped mark was clearly imprinted in the snow.
Not far away, two other warriors were tightly restraining the struggling Prince Renyu. His eyes were burning with an unyielding fire as he glared at all the enemies around him, as if he wanted to carve this hatred into his bones.
"Let me go! You damn invaders!" Prince Renyu roared. Every struggle seemed so weak, but there was never a trace of retreat in his eyes.
At this moment of tense confrontation, Deputy Battalion Commander He Chong slowly walked over. He was wearing a thick cotton coat and his face was expressionless, but it made him look more resolute.
A soldier hurried forward, saluted, and reported: "Reporting to the deputy battalion commander, we lost two lives and seven injuries in this battle, but we successfully wiped out the enemy squad."
He Chong nodded heavily, his eyes swept across the battlefield, finally stopping on An Jing Sanxiu who was still cursing.
"Hmph, are you still being stubborn?" He Chong sneered, slowly raised his military boots, and stepped on An Jing Sanxiu's bloody face without hesitation.
Yasui Sanxiu's face was twisted, and the insults he uttered became intermittent due to pain: "You Chinese, let me go! We will make you pay the price!"
He Chong raised a mocking smile, lowered his head, and responded in fluent but cold Japanese: "You are the 'backward' and 'incompetent' sick man of East Asia, but now you are being trampled underfoot. Look at this battlefield, it is the failure of Fuso and the proof that your so-called strength has been shattered. Facts have proved that you Japanese are the most useless people in the world. History will not forget, and justice will prevail in the end."
The air around them seemed to freeze, and the soldiers stood silently, witnessing this moment of victory.
Prince Renyu's struggle gradually subsided, and the anger in his eyes turned into complex emotions. He seemed to have completely given up struggling at this moment.
He Chong slowly took out a yellowed but well-preserved photo from his pocket. The photo showed a young boy with a young and fair face.
It was the ultimate target of their action this time - Prince Renyu.
He gently lifted up Prince Inyu's chin, as if conducting a silent trial, his eyes scanning back and forth between the photo and the real person, carefully comparing every detail.
After taking a few deep breaths, He Chong nodded slowly: "Yes, this is Prince Renyu. Our mission has been accomplished brilliantly."
"Prepare to pack up, it's time to evacuate." He Chong's order was brief and powerful. The soldiers acted quickly, began to pack their equipment, and prepared to evacuate the frozen battlefield.
At this moment, a sudden roar broke the peaceful atmosphere.
Mitsui, the enemy who was originally tied up aside, saw that Prince Renyu was about to be taken away. His eyes were like burning flames, full of blood red, and his whole body was twisted in violent struggle, as if trying to break free from all restraints.
"Let him go! You demons! Don't even think about taking our Prince away!" Mitsui yelled, his voice filled with despair and anger.
However, He Chong didn't even look at him, but coldly ordered the soldiers around him: "Take Renyu away, and send this damn Fuso devil to hell." There was no emotion in his voice, as if he was just giving the most ordinary order.
The soldier responded, his face full of hatred. His hometown had been wantonly trampled by those Japanese devils, and the tears and blood of his relatives and friends were deeply engraved in his memory.
He slowly approached Sanjing, his eyes full of indifference and anger. "Have you ever thought that when your compatriots were burning, killing and looting in my hometown, I was also as helpless and desperate as you are now?" The soldier's voice was low and powerful, as if he was questioning, but also as if he was confiding.
At this moment, the soldier swung the bayonet in his hand without hesitation and stabbed it into Mitsui's chest. Hot blood gushed out like a gushing spring, splashing all over the soldier's face.
However, at this moment, he felt extremely happy and relieved. The flame of revenge burned in his chest, and he used all his strength to push the bayonet deeper until Mitsui's body fell weakly. He then slowly pulled back the bayonet, letting the blood drip down the blade onto the snow, leaving patches of bright red marks.
In the silence and solemnity, several soldiers forcibly took Prince Renyu to a command vehicle parked not far away. The space inside the vehicle was spacious, but the atmosphere was extremely depressing. Renyu was arranged to sit in a corner and was closely guarded by two soldiers.
His face was pale and his eyes revealed a deep despair, but surprisingly, even in such a predicament, he showed calmness and composure, far beyond what one should have at this age.
He Zhong then stepped into the car. He was tall and had sharp eyes, as if he could see into people's hearts.
He walked straight to Renyu and sat down, looking at the seemingly young and frail eldest son of the Fusang Emperor with a sharp gaze. Renyu's gorgeous clothes had been torn to tatters, but his innate noble temperament could not be concealed.
"I never thought that the eldest son of the Emperor of Fuso would end up in such a situation." He Zhong's voice was low, but with a hint of teasing.
Renyu raised his head slightly and his eyes met He Zhong's. Although his eyes were full of despair, they still flashed with an unyielding light.
"The Chinese army should not have reached the northern border of Shiga yet. You suddenly appeared here with a clear goal. Someone must have betrayed me." Although his voice was weak, every word was clear and powerful, revealing his keen judgment of the situation.
He Zhong frowned slightly when he heard this. He didn't expect that this seemingly young prince would have such keen insight.
After a moment's silence, he looked at Renyu with a little surprise, and said nothing, which was regarded as his tacit agreement with the other party's guess.
"Who is it?" Renyu's voice trembled slightly, but his tone was full of determination, "It must be the Mitsui family. They betrayed the empire and the royal family. They are the shame of the entire Fuso!" At the end, he almost gritted his teeth, with flames of anger flashing in his eyes.
He Zhong sighed softly. He was not interested in the power struggle within Fuso.
"Political struggles are often more cruel than the swordplay on the battlefield. However, you are now in our hands. I'm afraid your future fate is no longer up to you."
When Renyu heard this, the light in his eyes dimmed a little, but he still raised his head stubbornly and looked at He Zhong with his determined eyes. "No matter what the future holds, I will not give in. I will use my own way to seek justice for the royal family and the empire."