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“Could this be a case of suicide?”

The unfolding scene was growing increasingly puzzling.

Luo Feng found it difficult to make sense of it all.

He continued to probe deeper into the scene.

More bodies littered the room.

Each appeared to have taken their own life.

Guns clutched tightly in their hands.

“Could these be the soldiers who vanished after World War Il?”

A sudden thought came to Luo Feng.

“The missing soldiers?”

“Those who disappeared into the Changbai Mountains? Roughly 20,000 soldiers

“Possibly, but the numbers don’t quite add up!”

“The missing count is well over 20,000, but in this room, there are fewer than 2,000!”

That was indeed correct.

After the end of World War Il, when Japan had surrendered.

An estimated 20,000 soldiers from the Cherry Blossom Nation, along with over

10,000 women and children, had retreated into the Changbai Mountains.

From then on, the fate of these people remained unknown.

Some believed they turned into mountain bandits.

Others speculated they had died early on.

A few even suggested they might have bypassed the Changbai Mountains to escape to Korea.

Luo Feng did not dwell on these theories. The situation bore similarities, but there was no conclusive proof.

It was all speculation.

Leaving one room for another, he encountered a familiar sight – bodies strewn across the floor.

However, the scene behind the next door took Luo Feng by surprise.

It seemed to be a room of importance, possibly a meeting room or a command center.

A wireless telegraph machine sat on a table.

Eleven bodies were strewn about the room.

All appeared to have died in their seats, seemingly by suicide.

Next to the telegraph machine was a pile of papers. Luo Feng picked them up and skimmed through a few.

Entries detailing food supply records for the squad.

Dates followed by squad meeting notes and food supplies.

Dates, then the tally of the sick among the squad.

These were mundane reports.

But the contents of the telegrams underneath told a different story.

Suzuki:

Our unit is the Kwantung Army 281, Icefield 3050 men, female refugees 1700, forced to enter the Changbai Mountains…

Luo Feng scanned the lengthy telegram text.

The dated entries started in January of ’46 and ended in July of ’47.

Most of the text spoke of the National Army’s intent to assimilate them, but the soldiers kept putting forth various demands.

Requests for supplies such as medicine and radios were made.

They also negotiated the conditions of their surrender.

Then in June of ’47, a significant breakthrough occurred.

The leaders declared they were ready to surrender.

But the last line was an ominous statement: Cherry Blossom Nation soldiers never retreat!

Following this, all communication ceased.

What did they mean by never retreating? They were the ones defeated.

Having broadly understood the situation, Luo Feng put the telegrams down.

It seemed plausible that after entering the Changbai Mountains, these people disagreed with the terms of surrender, refused assimilation, and ultimately chose suicide?

“What the hell is all this? Is this Japanese? I can’t understand!”

“Allow me to translate. Essentially, they were in contact with the National Army and planned to surrender. But for reasons unknown, negotiations fell apart!”

“Could these be the missing 20,000 plus Sakura Nation soldiers from the

Changbai Mountains?”

“Quite likely!”

Luo Feng picked up another piece of paper, different from the telegrams.

“Hey, host, don’t just read it yourself, translate it for us to hear!”

Luo Feng replied, “Alright, let me summarize.”

“The Emperor has surrendered, but my subordinates and I cannot accept this outcome, we can win!”

“We hold such a great advantage, it is impossible for us to lose!”

“Lord Yoshinaga, I still remember marching with you into Ying Tian, witnessing the city deserted, women and children mercilessly killed. I could not comprehend why we did this. You told me, this land will be ours, we need to instill fear to truly rule. Since then, I understood that my duty was to expand territories for our glorious Nation!”

“But now, we have been defeated. Lord Yoshinaga, are we truly defeated?”

“I have engaged in numerous battles, claimed many victories, but now they want to put me on trial!”

“They do not have the right, only the Emperor can!”

“The Soviets reached out to us, their intentions clear to me, but I do not wish to go there, I want to return to my hometown! The National Army has no right to judge us!”

“I knew full well our demands would not be accepted. That realization dawned on me the moment we were defeated, I saw my fate!” Luo Feng read through the disjointed dialogues.

They were disordered.

Yet Luo Feng could feel the person’s emotions.

An officer of the Japan, always brimming with arrogance.

Now, faced with defeat, judgment from the victorious party, and stranded with his army.

His mental state must have been in turmoil.

The name at the end was Minoru Ono.

“Ha, this is invaluable. It’s irrefutable evidence of the massacre!”

Luo Feng could think of nothing else.

Evidence.

Solid, irrefutable evidence.

This was indeed a priceless treasure..