Snow Leopard: Building the Strongest Elite Group through Robbery

Chapter 682: Disarmament and Surrender, What's the Difference?

Could it be that this person couldn't hear that I didn't mean to praise him?

What glorious deeds can the people of Osaka leave in their hearts? Yes, these people will sell anything for money, even their souls.

"You haven't told me yet, who are you?" Nakamura looked the man up and down.

There were no Osaka people in his army, and he disdained to allow Osaka people to join his army. That would be a shame for him.

"I..." Ono took a puff of his cigarette. "I'm Saburo Ono, the quartermaster general of the 74th Army Independent Regiment. I'm here today..."

"Someone come here." When Masao Nakamura heard that it was an enemy, and a native of the empire who acted as a traitor to the Japanese and served the people of Yamashiro, he called for people outside without waiting for Ono to say anything.

Ono almost dropped his cigarette. He cursed Zhou Weiguo in panic.

I shouldn't have taken this order.

He stared at Nakamura in front of him with wide eyes, and heard footsteps outside again.

Even though he was extremely panicked, he looked at Nakamura calmly. "Why don't you listen to my purpose? This may be your brigade's last chance to survive. Killing me is fine, but are you sure you want to bury thousands of people in this brigade with me?"

Listen to me, listen to me, tell your people to get out of here, get out of here.

Ono roared in his heart, but his eyes still looked at Nakamura calmly.

If he shows a hint of fear now, things will be difficult to deal with next.

He swore that he would never take risks in the future even if there were benefits.

Money is important, but if he has no life to spend it, then what is the point of having the money?

Masao Nakamura's anger gradually died down along with the other party's indifferent look.

This sinner of the empire, has he forgotten that he was raised by the empire? If there were no empire, he would not be where he is today.

But looking at this person's shameless look, he felt that he was talking to a cow.

He forgot that this was a person from Osaka.

For them, there is no such thing as loyalty, only vested interests. They even sold their assigned tanks and artillery for money. What else can't they sell?

With a wave of his hand, the soldiers who came in received the order and turned around and retreated.

Ono breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that this man was shaken. As long as he was shaken, it would be easy to deal with.

"Tell me, what is the purpose of your visit?" Nakamura returned to his seat, sat down, and took a military can.

There were not many cans, but in order to tell the person in front of him that they had enough supplies, he still took out one and threw it to Ono, then took out one for himself, opened it, and ate it slowly.

Ono turned the can in his hand around and came to Masao Nakamura.

"I want to remind you that if you want us to surrender, forget it. We are not as spineless as some people who would take the enemy as their father."

Ono, who had already opened the can, glanced at him and said, "Don't be so insinuating here. We're not asking you to surrender. On the contrary, we'll let you out."

Is there such a good thing?

Nakamura and Tanaka, who was sitting next to him, looked at each other.

If you can get out, who would want to sit here and wait for death?

But, this probably doesn't come without a price.

"Tell me, what is the price?" Tanaka looked at Ono in front of him.

There is no free lunch in this world. Since the other party is willing to let one of my brigades go, it means that I will have to pay a lot.

Ono frowned after taking a bite of canned beef. "It's losing its original flavor. Are your superiors planning to use this kind of garbage to make you fight for your lives? To be honest, I despise those people in the upper echelons. They all say they're doing it for the empire, but in reality, none of them is not doing it for their own interests. They even cut back on the soldiers' food. In a country like this, what reason do we have to risk our lives for it? And..."

"Let's get down to business." Masao Nakamura interrupted Ono. He was worried that this person would say something outrageous.

Ono put down the can and said, "It's simple. Hand over your weapons."

"Are you going to surrender?" Nakamura slammed the table and stared at Ono. "How is this different from asking us to surrender?"

"No, no, there's a big difference. We only want your equipment, not your surrender. Once you lay down your weapons, we'll let you leave this place and go find your main force. Also, I don't think you're aware that France surrendered your ally a few days ago. I think you, being closest to the French colony of Annam, should be transferred there next. Don't you want to miss this opportunity?"

At this point, Ono generously took out his newly opened Hardman and placed it on the table, motioning for them to smoke. He then said, "The opportunity to achieve great things is right before your eyes. Are you really willing to accept this opportunity? This person can quickly make you a lieutenant general or even a general."

To achieve great things is what every soldier dreams of.

And this opportunity was right in front of them. Masao Nakamura and Tanaka knew that the Empire had declared war on France, but they did not know that France had already surrendered.

Ono's words undoubtedly struck a chord with the two men, without giving them much time to think.

Ono chuckled, "I think you can see that it's not that we don't have the ability to kill you. We just want to give you a chance and make friends with you. Now that we have no weapons and equipment, we can resupply them up there, right?"

"Besides, what can we do if you don't give it to us? If we kill you, those weapons and equipment will no longer belong to us. If you think so, you are too naive."

After saying that, Ono stood up and said, "I've delivered my message. We will give you a day to consider. If you still haven't made a decision by this time tomorrow, then we will launch an attack."

"Aren't you a little too confident? My imperial soldiers are worth ten to one, and our reinforcements are on their way." Nakamura Masao sneered. "It won't be easy to defeat us with your army."

Ok……

Interestingly, Ono, who was about to leave, looked at Nakamura Masao who was sitting there eating canned food elegantly.

That kind of confidence and calmness made Ono's mouth curl up. He placed his hands on the table and stared at him with contempt. "Really? Do you think that as long as you hold on for ten days or half a month, the troops from the North Bay will attack us? But think about it, will we let them come? Even if they do, won't they fall into your situation?"

At this point, Ono chuckled twice; "I think you have forgotten that we are not kind people."

"You...what do you mean?" Nakamura threw the spoon in his hand, stood up and looked at Ono in front of him.