The four words "Dung Pit War God" flooded the entire screen, covering Ito Yūgorō's face, which had already turned purple with rage.
"You... you're lying!"
Ito Yūgorō felt as if his lungs were about to burst.
He could endure physical pain. He could endure defeat. But he could not endure such humiliation!
It was worse than death!
"I didn't! That was... that was a tactical retreat!"
He screamed his defense, but his voice sounded feeble.
Lin Tiejun had stood quietly to one side the entire time.
Now he spoke, his voice low but clear enough to carry across the square:
"I was the old regiment commander's guard back then. I was right there at the artillery position. I can testify."
"When we cleared the battlefield, we did find an Imperial Army General's command sword and uniform in a dung pit."
Lin Tiejun's words fell like a hammer, crushing the last shred of Ito Yūgorō's dignity.
"You jumped into a dung pit and escaped back to Eastern Japan by sheer luck. Then you changed your name!"
"Did you think that if you rewrote the textbooks and burned the history books, no one would know the filthy things you did?"
Lin Tiejun pointed at the veterans around him.
"Let me tell you—"
"As long as even one of us is alive!"
"As long as this flag still flies!"
"We will never forget this blood debt!"
"Even if we have to chase you into hell, we'll tear the skin off your back!!!"
His words spread to every corner through the live broadcast.
At the edge of the square.
Thousands of onlookers were already sobbing.
The young people who had come merely to watch the spectacle now clenched their fists, veins standing out on their necks.
Rage!
Overwhelming rage!
This was the truth