I'll Have the Soldiers Take Good Care of Your Family!

On Iwo Jima, across the far more labyrinthine battlefield of Motoyama, soldiers were locked in a final, brutal clash with the Japanese within the tangled network of tunnels. Long before the battle commenced, five "masterminds" had already charged inside. Thanks to the convoluted terrain, however, they had become utterly lost. "I reckon we oughta go this way! 'Cause this humie's the one I offed a few days ago!" Pointing to a Japanese soldier whose eyes had long since closed in death, an Orc Lad tried to explain. "Nah, we oughta go this way. I reckon this is the right way!" Shouting back at the other Orc Lads, the orc beside him wore a dead-serious expression. Yet just as the Orc Lads were bickering endlessly, gunfire erupted from every direction. "Fight, fight, quick, Waaagh!" Roaring with excitement, the Orc Lads immediately bolted toward the distance. Meanwhile, just as Liu Ren raised his submachine gun to spray down the tunnel ahead, a group of Japanese soldiers charged forward with enraged roars, bellowing, "Banzai!" Caught off guard by the sudden ambush, Liu Ren had not even had time to react before Forrest, standing beside him, riddled the attacker's body with bullets. "Thanks, Forrest!" Liu Ren raised an eyebrow as he called out to him. Hearing Liu Ren's words, Forrest shouted back, "Watch yourself! The place is crawling with these goddamn midgets! Fuck!" Glancing at Forrest's furious face, Liu Ren grinned at once. "No problem, pal!" Even as he spoke, Liu Ren never slowed his stride, continuing to lead his squad forward in the assault. Once the soldiers of the Special Operations Brigade dispersed through the network, the fighting grew even more white-hot. The order for the general offensive had come down today. Motoyama had to fall, and Tadamichi Kuribayashi had to die! Inside the command bunker, Tadamichi Kuribayashi looked utterly haggard, having gone without proper rest for far too long. Even though he had known long ago that Iwo Jima would eventually fall, he had never expected the end to arrive so swiftly. After personally transmitting his farewell message of honorable defeat to Imperial General Headquarters, Kuribayashi drew his katana. Yet just as he was preparing to take his own life, the bunker's door was violently kicked open. Staring in shock at the towering, Slavic-looking figure before him, Kuribayashi scrambled to draw his sidearm. "Aha! I knew there was a humie in here!" Pouncing forward with glee, the Orc Lad slammed a savage fist straight into Kuribayashi's face. Sensing that the man was already half-dead from the blow, the Orc Lad immediately sneered in disgust. "This humie ain't no fun at all!" "Run, run! The Big Humie 'Liu Ren' is coming, quick!" Just as the Orc Lad was about to stomp Kuribayashi to death, a panicked shout came from behind. Hearing that name, the Orc Lad scrambled in blind panic and bolted out of the bunker. "Goddammit, hold it right there!" Catching a fleeting glimpse of the Orc Lad dashing away, Liu Ren roared in exasperation. Those bastards had completely run wild on Iwo Jima. After all, Liu Ren had not laid eyes on them once since making landfall. Who would have guessed they had been waging "guerrilla warfare" against the Japanese across Motoyama the entire time! Orc Lads: What's guerrilla warfare? I reckon this is just fightin'! Liu Ren: Come here. Get over here, and I'll turn you back into seeds and explain it to you slowly! Rushing to the room where the Orc Lads had fled, Liu Ren cast a foul look inside, wanting to see which unfortunate bastard had run into them. He had already wasted far too much time wiping out the 145th Infantry Regiment, formerly of the 16th Division. Yet the moment Liu Ren took a closer look, his eyes snapped wide open. Wasn't this goddamn Tadamichi Kuribayashi? What a coincidence! Stepping forward in excitement, Liu Ren eyed the dazed, groggy Kuribayashi and immediately slammed a fist into the bridge of his nose. Crack! With the crunch of fracturing bone, Kuribayashi let out an agonized howl. Seeing Kuribayashi snap back to full consciousness, Liu Ren grabbed him by the hair. "Hahaha, I'm so damn lucky! I never thought I'd run into you right here!" Leaning close, Liu Ren lowered his voice. "Intelligence tells me you have a wife and three kids..." "Baka! What are you planning to do?!" Kuribayashi roared in fury, his eyes blazing as he glared at Liu Ren. "Don't misunderstand, don't misunderstand. I don't have any designs on your wife. I just feel so sorry for her. After you die as her husband, how is she supposed to raise three children all on her own?" At this, Liu Ren fixed him with a mocking smirk. "Bastard! For His Imperial Majesty, I will never surrender!" Evidently assuming Liu Ren was trying to force his surrender, Kuribayashi bellowed at the top of his lungs. "Surrender? What the hell are you talking about? Why would I let you surrender? Even if you surrendered, I'd still slaughter you!" Clamping a massive hand around Kuribayashi's neck, Liu Ren slammed him hard against the map-covered table. Leaning over him, Liu Ren whispered, "I just wanted to let you know how cruel war can be to a helpless woman left all alone. But don't you worry. I'll have the soldiers take good care of your wife! Hahahaha!" A frenzied grin spread across Liu Ren's face as he slowly raised his axe. "She might be getting old, and a lot of guys might turn their noses up at her, but that's fine. I won't let it go to waste—your daughter looks like she'll do just fine!" "Bastard! Baka!" Kuribayashi roared in blind rage. Hearing Liu Ren's broken Japanese, he pieced together what the man intended. His eyes shot through with crimson veins, he thrashed with everything he had. Yet Liu Ren gave him no chance. The axe rose and fell, delivering a flawless critique of Morality! Splat! Like a shattered watermelon striking the dirt, the severed head tumbled to the ground coated in grime, preserving Kuribayashi's final, furious expression. Looking at Kuribayashi, Liu Ren remarked with genuine delight, "Now that's more like it! Emotion is the most beautiful shift in the human heart!" Stowing Kuribayashi into his Storage Space, Liu Ren planned to take the head back and carve it into a stone sculpture. After all, this would be far more entertaining than those knickknacks he had dumped into the Hudson River! The Battle of Iwo Jima dragged on for over a month. When the Japanese forces, who had vowed to fight to the death, were finally routed across the board, many still attempted to hole up in the subterranean network to wage counterattacks. Unfortunately, they had forgotten that the tunnels were not just home to them, but also to a pack of lost Orc Lads. When encountering Liu Ren's Special Operations Brigade, Japanese soldiers might have had a choice of how to die. But the Orc Lads gave no such quarter; they offered only one-sided slaughter. "Waaagh! Fightin' feels so good!" Roaring with exhilaration, the Orc Lads bellowed at the top of their lungs. Faced with a tormenting decision, Saigo Noboru ultimately chose to surrender to a different American unit, as he could not bring himself to trust Liu Ren's Special Operations Brigade. Even so, Saigo had never imagined that he would ultimately end up inside the Special Operations Brigade's POW camp anyway. Looking at the comrades impaled on stakes along the roadside, Saigo's terror reached its absolute zenith. No matter how carefully he had plotted, he had failed to escape his ultimate fate! Seeing Saigo drop to his knees and beg for mercy the moment he entered the camp, Liu Ren sauntered over with mild curiosity. "Are you scared, you little mongrel?" "I don't want to die! I don't want to die! My wife is still waiting for me back home, and my child is about to be born! Please, I beg you, I beg you, spare me!" Pulling out a worn, battered photograph of his wife, Saigo offered it to Liu Ren with tear-streaked cheeks. Liu Ren took the photo, glanced at it, and tossed it to the dirt, grinding his combat boot down onto its surface. A monstrous, sadistic grin spread across his face. "You think surrendering means you get to go back and see her? Huh?!" Clamping both hands around Saigo's head from either side, Liu Ren roared, "I came all the goddamn way across the ocean just to slaughter every last one of you, understand? Slaughter every single one of you! "You think you're the only one with a home? We have homes too! My countrymen bled for fourteen years! Countless wives and children waited for them to return! And now you dare tell me your wife is waiting for you, that your child is about to be born? Hahahaha..." Staring into Saigo's eyes, Liu Ren ground his teeth. "Don't you worry, though. I'm going to track down your wife and deliver your head right to her doorstep!" Staring up at Liu Ren in utter despair, Saigo's psychological defenses shattered completely. Tears streamed down his face, his sanity snapping like a frayed wire. Tossing Saigo aside, Liu Ren turned on his heel. "Make sure to keep this one safe. I gave my word that I'd take him back to see his wife, and I intend to keep it!" Chewing on a cigar, Forrest blinked in stunned disbelief. "What the fuck?" "All right, we were wrong," Howard said, throwing his hands up in sheer shock. "He's worse than a demon."