Tokyo Trials

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Today is no ordinary day. The International Criminal Court in The Hague is packed with people, banners are everywhere, and everyone is emotional, chanting slogans. Two distinct groups are pushing and shoving each other. One smaller group shouts at the top of their lungs through megaphones: "Severely punish the murderers!" "Shoot the serial killer!" "Shameless rape!" The other, much larger group, surges forward in waves: "Resisting Japan and slaughtering pigs is a matter of course!" Even more audacious, they have a group of young women performing a fitness dance and singing "The Song of Heroes": "Hero, hero, I love you, like a mouse loves rice; if I marry you, the world will be a more beautiful place!" Thousands of riot police form a human shield to hold back the surging crowds. The atmosphere is astonishingly heated and tense, prompting the question: Who is being tried at the International Criminal Court in The Hague today? What has caused this uproar?

I, dressed in a crisp Chinese military uniform, walked proudly to the dock, escorted by two foreign military police. In an instant, reporters from various countries, who had been waiting for a long time, pointed their cameras at me, flashing incessantly. A commotion arose from the spectator stands. To prevent any unforeseen circumstances, those allowed to attend were all world-renowned figures, yet even they couldn't control their emotions today. "It's him, it's him, that legendary devil!" "Oh my god, he's so handsome! Ah, he saw me!" "Too bad, he is..." A sour tone came from the side. "No, he is a hero, a true hero, you cannot slander him!" "Silence! Silence!" The Swiss judge Raul, presiding over my case at the International Court of Justice, struck the gavel. Raul smiled bitterly. He had never presided over a case like today's. The deep political background, the behind-the-scenes competition among several major powers, the roars outside the courtroom, and the controversies inside all placed immense pressure on his every word and action. A slight misstep could lead to his demise. If he had a choice, he truly wouldn't want to take on this hot potato. He sized up the young Chinese soldier on trial. His handsome face showed a resolute expression, revealing no sign of panic. “What terrifying Chinese soldiers! Any country that opposes them will be in a nightmare,” Raul thought. “The defendant must answer truthfully any questions posed to this judge and the prosecutor.” “Name?” Jack asked. “Fang Jun!” Before the judge could ask further, I rattled off my name. “I am a Chinese citizen, Han Chinese, a lieutenant colonel in a certain assault team of the Chinese People’s Liberation Army.” “You are accused of genocide and violent rape. What is your defense?” “I’m sorry, I deny all charges!” I answered calmly. “He’s lying! He’s lying!” Several people in the plaintiff’s seat jumped up, including a woman’s sobs. I glanced at them disdainfully, my mind returning to half a month ago.

In 20**, Japan’s rampant attitude finally provoked the anger of the Chinese government and people, who swiftly launched a military operation codenamed “Destroy Japan,” first using neutron bombs to cleanly and thoroughly destroy Japan’s “Ten-Fleet,” which claimed to have annihilated the Chinese navy in three hours. In this situation, fearing repercussions, the United States hastily withdrew from Japan, retreated to Hawaii, and declared neutrality. Without American support, Japan, under the repeated blows of the valiant Chinese People's Liberation Army, was like a man kicked in the groin, utterly powerless. Forward! Forward! Land in Japan! Annihilate Japan! The Chinese People's Liberation Army, with overwhelming force, swept across Japan like autumn leaves, dividing and encircling the Japanese army. Strike at the heart of the enemy, my A Group Army aimed directly at the heart of Japan—Tokyo. Unstoppable, the elite 7th Armored Division, urgently transferred from Hokkaido by the Japanese military, crumbled under our iron fist, utterly routed. Twenty Dragon helicopters parachuted into the Imperial Palace Square. I led the assault team, seizing the high ground. The remaining Japanese troops frantically tried to stop us, launching wave after wave of suicidal attacks, shouting "Long live the Emperor!" "Kill! Leave no one alive, these Japanese bastards!" Machine gunner Zhang Lei gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot. The deathly flames spewing from his gun barrel piled up Japanese corpses like mountains and rivers of blood. Zhang Lei was from Nanjing. The Japanese resistance gradually subsided. I stood up, about to order a search, when a stray bullet grazed my arm. "Captain!" Liu Cheng lunged forward, shielding me beneath him. Just then, a chorus of shouts of battle erupted from ahead. "Captain, look!" Young soldier Wang Bo pointed ahead, crying out in alarm. I squinted at the approaching group, which included elderly people, women, and children. They carried rifles and grenades, their faces contorted with fanaticism. "Fire!" I coldly uttered two words. "These...they are elderly people, women, and children!" Wang Bo hesitated. "Nonsense! They're lunatics, trash, beasts in human skin!" I snatched the machine gun from his hand and started firing wildly. My teammates followed suit. The sounds of groans, screams, and splattering brains filled the air. A few minutes later, the square was littered with the corpses of Japanese men, women, old and young, lying in bizarre positions. Without a shred of pity, I stepped on their bodies and had Xiao Huang take a picture of me as a souvenir. Little did I know that this photo would later be used by the International Criminal Court as evidence of my massacre of innocent people. But I don't regret it; in my eyes, these Japanese were less than dogs. "Xiao Chen, you and Tiger take the squad to search the Imperial Palace thoroughly. Don't let a single one escape, especially the Emperor and Empress—capture them alive!" I remembered this raid. The soldiers hurriedly tore down the tattered Japanese flag from the top of the Imperial Palace and replaced it with a brand-new five-starred red flag. We stood solemnly, singing the national anthem, "The March of the Volunteers," at the top of our lungs. "Arise! Ye who refuse to be slaves! Let our flesh and blood form our new Great Wall!" This song, sung throughout the motherland during the War of Resistance Against Japan, resounded through the sky. Every assault team member's face beamed with pride. Chinese soldiers' boots trod the Japanese Imperial Palace. Our ancestral enemy, Japan, was finally defeated. This was the fate of a mantis trying to stop a chariot!

"Captain, we've captured three prisoners in a secret room. They claim to be the Japanese Emperor and Empress, and that son of a bitch, Koizumi!" I was greatly encouraged; this was fantastic news. "Bring them here!" The soldiers shoved and jostled, pushing the three men and women before me. "Kneel!" "I am Emperor Wangba of Japan! You…you…you cannot treat me like this!" The Japanese Emperor actually protested in Chinese. This Japanese Emperor had an ordinary appearance; I looked him up and down but couldn't see even a trace of his supposed ancestor, the Tengu God. "Kneel down!" Two soldiers slammed their rifle butts into the back of his knees, and he involuntarily knelt down. He tried to get up, but the two men held him down, preventing him from moving. His face was filled with humiliation. When had the Emperor ever knelt before anyone? Especially not to the "Chinese" he had always despised! I drew my pistol and pressed it against his temple. The veins on the Japanese Emperor's forehead throbbed, and sweat seeped from his hair. He saw murderous intent in the cold eyes of the PLA officer before him. "Bang!" I pulled the trigger. "Ah!" A scream rang out, and Emperor Wangba's spirit collapsed instantly. He slumped to the ground like a mangy dog with a broken spine, trembling. I said mockingly, "Look at you! It's an empty gun, ha, ha!" "No, no, don't kill the Emperor, kill me instead!" came an anxious female voice. Only then did I look at the other two. The Prime Minister, named Koinu, had a foul odor emanating from his crotch. He had been so frightened by my actions that he had lost control of his bladder and bowels. The Japanese Empress, on the other hand, was brave, staring straight at me. As the Empress of Japan, she was quite strong. She was a beautiful woman who looked to be only thirty years old, wearing a traditional Japanese kimono. "Why? You...you..." "Koinu means dog! To keep your word to a beast that betrayed its master? What a joke!" I blew the smoke from the muzzle of my gun and turned to everyone, saying, "Remember! Never be soft-hearted towards the Japanese. They are not human, but wolves in human skin! Uh, by the way, was the live broadcast successful?" "Captain, it was successful, but the higher-ups are furious. They said you made such a big mistake, they're going to send you to a military court, and they even said they'd execute you!" the team members said worriedly. "I've said it before, I take responsibility for what I do!" I was already mentally prepared.

The spectacular scene I orchestrated quickly spread throughout the world, and the Japanese people watching the program that day were utterly devastated! After the footage of their revered Emperor and Empress being sodomized and raped was broadcast live, 32 million Japanese committed ritual suicide, 30 million became members of mental hospitals, and the remaining Japanese surrendered unconditionally, refusing to remain citizens of Japan and joining the Japanese Autonomous Region of the Chinese Federation. However, the world was in uproar. Western newspapers condemned the Chinese officer's atrocities in violation of the Geneva Conventions, and the White House issued a stern statement, comparing the incident to the Iraqi prisoner abuse scandal. US spokeswoman Helen Keller stated righteously, "It's unbelievable that a Chinese officer would do such a thing to a head of state and his wife; it is intolerable! We demand severe punishment for the perpetrators." UN Secretary-General Ansi also condemned this tragic event and demanded that the Chinese government bring the perpetrators to trial in the International Criminal Court. Major newspapers around the world gave prominent coverage to the incident with pictures and text. The governments of North Korea and South Korea, Asian countries that suffered Japanese aggression, expressed deep regret. However, according to the *Daehan Ilbo*, a grand banquet was held that night at the Blue House, the presidential residence of South Korea, where the president even danced a Korean folk dance with great enthusiasm. In both North and South Korea, there was jubilation, with people spreading the name of a Chinese man. My photograph was snapped up and hung in their homes, and they taught their children, "This is a great national hero of China!" The Chinese government, having achieved a brilliant victory over Japan, responded to immense pressure from international opinion, stating, "This was merely the act of a certain extreme officer. The officer voluntarily reported to the military court afterward. The Chinese government will hand him over to the International Court of Justice as soon as possible to clarify the truth of the incident, but requests that the International Court of Justice respect all the officer's legal rights!" Meanwhile, the Chinese public was also debating the matter. Some supported the government's decision, while others claimed that the officer's revenge against Japan was not excessive, that he was a patriotic man, a national hero who made the Chinese people proud. Some young people even gathered in Tiananmen Square to protest the government's decision to hand over the hero. Even worse, love letters from all over the world flooded the mailbox of the Chinese Ministry of National Defense. World-class actress Meng Lina, newly crowned Miss World Vina, and South Korea's top beauty Kim Hee-sun, among others, boldly expressed their admiration for me in their letters, offering to become my wife or lover for life. Of course, there were also some vicious and cursed letters. Naturally, I was completely unaware of all this while imprisoned; the military detention center provided me with the best treatment—except for the lack of freedom. It was like being on vacation. Until one night, Minister of National Defense Cao Gang personally came to my cell. I nervously saluted the leader. Minister Cao stared at me without blinking, remaining silent for a long time. I stood silently upright. "I never expected you to do something so earth-shattering!" A smile broke across Minister Cao's serious face. “Young man, you’ve put us in a difficult position!” Before I could reply, he announced sternly, “According to the government’s decision, you will be handed over to the International Court of Justice. You must cooperate with the court truthfully and not dishonor the dignity of a Chinese soldier!” “Yes, sir!” I said in a low voice. Minister Cao turned to leave, but couldn’t help turning back to look at me. “If I were as young as you, I would have done the same thing! Comrade, please forgive the motherland, take care! We will arrange everything for you…”

“Fang Jun!” Judge Raul’s words reached my ears. I snapped out of my thoughts and looked calmly and fearlessly at the judge’s bench. “Now, call witnesses to give their testimonies. Call Wang Bo.” My heart skipped a beat. Wasn’t Wang Bo my subordinate? Why was he here? Wang Bo walked in and gave me a meaningful smile. “Wang Bo, a member of a commando unit of a certain group army of the Chinese People’s Liberation Army, and an eyewitness, is willing to testify truthfully and fairly to the court.” “Alright, Wang Bo, did your captain order you to shoot unarmed women and children?” “No! My captain only ordered us to shoot armed personnel. They were all armed with offensive weapons. We were acting in self-defense. Our captain was even shot in the arm.” “Then is it true that your captain forced Koizumi to sodomize the Japanese Emperor?” “That’s fabricated. That Japanese Emperor is a pervert. He begged us to tie him up and asked Koizumi to do that disgusting thing with him. Alas! It’s all because our captain respected the privacy of prisoners of war and agreed on a whim…” Wang Bo had only said this much when a roar came from the plaintiff’s seat, followed by the sound of someone falling and cries for help. I looked at Wang Bo in surprise. He was usually so honest and upright. How could he be so eloquent? “This is semen taken from the lower body of the Japanese Empress!” The prosecutor held up a glass test tube, shaking it back and forth. There was some cloudy white liquid inside. I stared at the test tube, muttering to myself, "Damn it! So many sperm injected into the Japanese Empress's body, will there be a child? What will happen if the child is born?" Just as I was lost in these thoughts, the prosecutor said smugly to Wang Bo, "Your superior raped the Empress, that must be a fact!" "I want to speak up for our captain!" Wang Bo faced the media, looking indignant. "That Japanese Empress is even more shameless! More perverted! She's a lovesick fool! She touched our captain inappropriately, saying that our captain's handsomeness was her long-awaited dream lover, and that her husband, the Emperor, was impotent, so she raped our captain." "You're lying! She's a weak woman, how could she possibly rape your commando captain!?" The prosecutor, his face turning ashen with rage, retorted. “Oh! You don’t know, that Japanese empress shamelessly used the aphrodisiac ‘Puffing Fragrance.’ Any virtuous man who smells it will involuntarily lose control and be at her mercy. We couldn’t do anything about it, otherwise our captain would… Oh, our captain is so pitiful, carrying such a huge burden!” Wang Bo cried, tears streaming down his face. The prosecutor collapsed with a thud, his eyes rolling back. “Ah!” A woman’s frantic screams, the sound of running and chasing erupted from the plaintiff’s seat. The entire courtroom descended into chaos. Just then, several men dressed as Japanese ronin rushed towards me, carrying explosives. At this critical moment, several crisp gunshots rang out. The Japanese men, with bloody holes in their foreheads, fell to the ground, never having had a chance to detonate their grenades. I looked towards the audience and met a pair of bright, intelligent eyes. Instantly, my heart surged with emotion. It was him! My motherland had not abandoned me! "Given that the plaintiff has suffered severe trauma leading to mental instability, this court hereby announces a postponement of the trial. Furthermore, due to the serious threat to the defendant's life, at the request of the Chinese government, this court will temporarily place the defendant under the protection of the Chinese government. Court adjourned!" (End

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