Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

Chapter 805: We are of the same origin, why are we so anxious to fight each other?

Taro Suzuki stood there, his eyes sharp, but he could only watch Li Yunlong's figure gradually disappear into the distance. His back seemed to be a microcosm of his inner pride and dignity being trampled upon.

His clenched fists trembled slightly, his knuckles turned white due to the force, the anger in his chest was like a volcano about to erupt, but it was tightly restrained by a layer of cold reality. His face was distorted by anger, and his eyes flashed with unwillingness and humiliation. Such emotions were particularly glaring on him, the once powerful chief minister of the cabinet.

The surrounding environment seemed to become particularly depressing at this moment, and an indescribable dullness filled the air.

Taro Suzuki took a deep breath and tried to calm his inner waves, but the anger was like a tide that repeatedly hit the dam of his rationality.

He closed his eyes, and scenes of past glory and honor flashed through his mind. Comparing them with his current situation, the gap in his heart was almost unbearable for him.

Just then, the sound of slight footsteps broke the silence around.

Suzuki Taro opened his eyes and saw Teru Fujita slowly walking out of a tent that was so simple that it was almost blown down by the wind. His figure was elongated in the afterglow of the setting sun, and he looked particularly lonely and desolate. Teru Fujita's clothes were a little messy, and his face was a little tired and humble, which was completely different from the image of the elegant and high-spirited foreign minister on the international stage.

A Chinese soldier placed an old-looking food box covered with scratches in front of Fujita Teru with an almost arrogant attitude, his movements revealing an unquestionable majesty.

Fujita Teru did not show any dissatisfaction or resistance. Instead, he bowed slightly and expressed his gratitude to the soldiers in an attitude that could almost be called pious, with a bitter and humble smile on his lips.

At that moment, his smile contained too many unspeakable stories—a compromise with reality and a desire for survival.

In the past few days, Fujita Teru experienced a dramatic change from the clouds to the dust. At first, he tried to use the honorable status of the Fuso Empire's diplomatic envoy as a shield to resist all the discomfort and humiliation given by the Chinese soldiers.

Whenever the soldiers brought raw fish and shriveled potatoes as meals, Fujita Teru always frowned, looked at the food with disdain, and resolutely refused to eat it.

He thought that with his identity and persistence, he could win a little respect or change, but he never expected that this would only make his situation more difficult.

As time went by, Teru Fujita found himself completely forgotten.

The soldiers seemed to have reached some kind of tacit agreement and did not bring him a drop of water or a grain of rice for three consecutive days, leaving him on the brink of life and death.

Hunger gnawed at his stomach like a wild animal, thirst made his throat burn like fire, and Fujita Teru began to feel unprecedented despair. He realized that he couldn't go on like this, and his instinct for survival drove him to make a change.

On the evening of the third day, when the soldiers appeared again with food boxes, Fujita Teru's eyes no longer had the arrogance and disdain he had before. He almost couldn't wait to take the food box and opened it in public. Although there was still a raw fish inside, he didn't hesitate at all, grabbed the fish and chewed it.

The fishy smell and coldness of the raw fish stimulated his taste buds and throat, but he seemed unaware of it. Even the fish bones and bones were chewed up and swallowed.

This scene made the soldiers present smile with surprise and mockery, while Fujita Teru's face showed a look of determination and helplessness.

However, this was just the beginning. Fujita Teru soon realized that there seemed to be foreign matter in the food.

Not long after, he was struck by severe abdominal pain, and he began to run frequently outside the simple tent until his legs became weak and he could hardly stand. It was an indescribable pain, and every defecation seemed to drain his vitality.

The cold wind at night made the situation even worse, quickly freezing the dirt he had accidentally left on his clothes and turning it into icy thorns that stung his skin and his heart.

Under such torture, Teru Fujita quickly lost weight, his face became sunken, and his eyes lost their former brilliance. His spirit and body suffered unprecedented damage, and his dignity and pride were completely shattered in the process.

He began to realize that in this environment, only by lowering his status and adapting to reality could he have a chance of survival.

As a result, Fujita Teru became extremely honest and his attitude towards the soldiers became respectful. The pride and arrogance he once had had been wiped out without a trace by reality.

Taro Suzuki's anger was like a flood that broke through a dam, and it finally found an outlet at this moment.

He strode towards Fujita Teru.

The moment Fujita Teru turned around, a trace of excitement and relief flashed in his eyes, as if he saw the dawn of hope. He spoke hastily, with a trembling voice: "Master Suzuki, you are finally here. Do you know how I have been spending the past few days..."

His words were full of grievances and requests for help, but he never thought that this was just the prelude to the coming storm.

Taro Suzuki's face turned pale, and his eyes were burning with rage, as if he wanted to devour Fujita Teru.

He approached quickly, and the two were so close that they could feel each other's breath. Fujita Teru instinctively wanted to retreat, but was pushed forward by an invisible force. As the distance shortened, the stench of filth and coldness on Fujita Teru's body became more and more obvious. Suzuki Taro frowned involuntarily, but he could not stop what was about to happen.

"Baka!" Suzuki Taro suddenly shouted, like thunder breaking through the sky. His palm seemed to turn into a flash of lightning, and he swung it out suddenly, slapping Fujita Teru in the face with a loud slap.

The blow was so powerful that Fujita Teru's head involuntarily tilted to one side, his cheeks instantly became red and swollen, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.

"As a diplomatic envoy of the Fuso Empire, where is your dignity and pride? You are so servile to an ordinary soldier of China. You are simply a disgrace to the Fuso Empire!"

Fujita Teru wanted to explain himself, so he opened his mouth, but only uttered a weak call: "Lord Suzuki, please listen to my explanation..." But before he could finish his words, he was kicked away by Suzuki Taro.

Taro Suzuki moved swiftly and fiercely, kicking Fujita Teru in the lower abdomen, causing him to step back several steps and fall to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Suzuki Taro's punches and kicks fell on Fujita Teru as densely as raindrops.

Every punch and every kick was filled with endless anger and shame. Fujita Teru could only curl up his body and try to protect his vital parts, but the pain still surged like a tide, making him almost lose consciousness.

"Baka! Baka! You bastard, you bring shame to the entire empire!" Suzuki Taro's roar echoed in the camp, and every word was like a sharp blade, cutting Fujita Teru's heart.

Suzuki Taro finally stopped beating Fujita Teru until he was out of breath and could no longer beat him. Fujita Teru was lying on the ground, covered in wounds, his clothes were tattered, his eyes were full of despair and confusion, and there was a hint of resentment that was barely noticeable.