readx;? Listening to Huang Xi's words, Xu Yan shook his head with a smile: "Huang Xi, you don't understand me. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Maybe one day in the future, I may leave our army and take off this uniform, but after that, I will not be able to put on the uniform of other countries.

For me, money, power, and status don't mean much anymore. I came to Japan to destroy those demons, which is my duty, but that doesn't mean that I have any affection for Japan.

Even if I do leave our country in the future, I will not be able to become a naturalized Japanese citizen -- friendship with Japan is because of politics, but I have my own loves and hatreds, I just hate Japanese people!"

After Xu Yan finished speaking, he saw Huang Xi's bewildered expression, and he smiled dumbly: In the eyes of ordinary people like Huang Xi, the value of life is to go abroad or how much money to earn, and how big an official to be—of course, if you can go abroad and earn money and become a big official, then it will naturally be better. If you talk to a worldly girl about your own thoughts as a cultivator, how can the other party understand?

Xu Yan smiled bitterly: "Huang Xi, it's okay for you to reply to An Qing like this." ”

Xu Yan sent Huang Xi away, and then, while cultivating and consolidating the effect of his foundation building period, he examined the cheats and magic weapons that Zhu Youxiang left for him - the war is imminent, and he must always check what he has.

Previously, Zhu Youxiang had emphasized many times that he persuaded Xu Yan not to be ambitious, not to be greedy and chewy, to pay attention to a solid foundation, and to put the promotion and cultivation in the first place.

But now, after Xu Yan built the foundation, his shortcoming is no longer cultivation, but combat experience and skills.

A monk's cultivation cannot be improved in a short period of time, but his combat skills can be improved quickly. In the magic weapons and spell books that Zhu Youxiang left to Xu Yan, there are all kinds of spells and spells, as well as many skills and experiences in fighting between cultivators.

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The next morning, in the faint fog, Xu Yan wore casual sportswear and casual clothes and walked to the main gate of the Yokota base -- Xu Yan said that he had been suspended for reflection, but Xu Yan's personal freedom was still fine, and the military advisory group did not issue an order prohibiting him from going out.

Seeing Xu Yan coming over, the two Chinese sentries on duty at the gate took the initiative to salute Xu Yan: "Deputy Head Xu, good morning!"

Xu Yan smiled and nodded in return, the guard hesitated, walked down from the sentry post, and asked in a low voice, "Deputy Commander Xu, are you going out?"

"yes, go out for a walk. ”

"In that case, you need to be careful. The sentry pointed to the white mist outside the door and whispered, "These days, the reporters have been waiting outside our barracks, and they should be here for you." If you go out through the main entrance, they may pester you. ”

Xu Yan was a little surprised: It's been seven or eight days since the last press conference, and the reporters' enthusiasm for themselves hasn't waned?

"In that case, what should I do?"

The guard whispered to Xu Yan: "Deputy Regiment Commander Xu, in fact, if you really want to go out, you don't have to go out through the main gate - there is a base convenience store next to the main entrance, and there is a small door next to it that can be opened from the inside." You go out from there, and you're dressed in civilian clothes, and the reporters shouldn't notice you. ”

Xu Yan smiled: "Good idea! Thank you!"

According to the soldier's instructions, Xu Yan went out through the convenience store's intake door, and sure enough, he didn't attract the attention of others. He glanced in the direction of the main gate, and saw the black crowd outside the cordon at the gate of the camp, the cameras with long guns and short guns, and the endless interview car parked on the side of the road.

Outside the base, Xu Yan found a taxi and told the driver in broken English to go to the station in Tokyo. When he was in the car, he kept covering his head with a hood of a casual shirt so as not to let the driver recognize him.

At Shinjuku Station in downtown Tokyo, Xu Yan got on the train. Taking the train in Japan again this time, Xu Yan felt no different from last time, the atmosphere in the carriage was very calm, and the Japanese people seemed very calm and even indifferent, and they were not in the panic during the war. The only difference from last time is that there are significantly more soldiers in Self-Defense Force uniforms in the carriages.

Soon after the car departed, Xu Yan went to ask the conductor for the route. He stammered his destination in broken English, and the other party frowned. Then, the conductor also told Xu Yan in broken English: "Sir, the area around Hakone has been blocked by the Self-Defense Forces, and the Odakyu line to Hakone has been stopped." Sir, if you want to go, you can only go to Odawara Station, which is the closest station to Hakone. The accents of both sides were very strong, and the conductor even said and made gestures, and wrote the name of the station in Chinese characters on a piece of paper, repeating it several times before Xu Yan finally understood what he meant.

The train to Hakone has stopped, which is what Xu Yan expected. He didn't panic: there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, so you might as well go to Odawara Station first and then find a way, take one step at a time.

The train ran for more than an hour, stopped at Odawara Station, and with the large group of passengers, Xu Yan got off the train and left the station. On the street, Xu Yan stopped a few taxis, handed them a small note, and asked them if there was a car to Hakone.

As a result, as soon as they heard that they were going to Hakone, the taxi drivers shook their heads one after another, and Xu Yan couldn't understand what they were saying, in short, they just refused to go.

I don't know the place well, the road is not clear, and the language is not clear, what should I do?

Xu Yan is not a very adaptable character, standing on this strange street, he was at a loss in his heart, and secretly regretted: Now it seems that he sneaked to Hakone this time, it seems that he was a little too willful. If I had asked An Qing Oriko or the advisory group to help arrange it in advance, things would not have been so messy.

But now, he is halfway there, and it seems too embarrassing to return halfway like this - even if others don't know, Xu Yan himself still feels embarrassed. The dignified cultivators and super soldiers were actually trapped by this problem?

At this time, Xu Yan suddenly noticed that many young people wearing Self-Defense Force uniforms came out of the train station and walked down the street in twos and threes. A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he thought of a solution: Many of the officers and men of the Self-Defense Forces in the same train had come from Tokyo on the same train as him, and most of them were soldiers who had returned from vacation in Tokyo. According to normal speculation, these soldiers will definitely go back to their own troops, and as long as they follow them, they will most likely go in the direction of Hakone!"

Thinking of this, Xu Yan followed the soldiers silently, but within a mile, a place with a sign appeared on the street in front of him, and several big buses were parked next to him, and several non-commissioned officers wearing combat uniforms, guns, and helmets stood next to the car, showing a bit of war.

Seeing that those soldiers got on those buses one after another, Xu Yan couldn't help but guess: These buses should be used by the Self-Defense Forces to transport those soldiers who returned to the front line, right?

He observed for a while and found that the Self-Defense Force soldiers who got on the bus did not take out their documents, and no one checked their documents, so Xu Yan also swaggered and calmly got on the bus.

When Xu Yan got on the bus, several non-commissioned officers standing next to the bus chatting glanced at him, but as Xu Yan expected, they didn't stop to check Xu Yan - maybe it wasn't uncommon for a soldier in civilian clothes to be there?

After Xu Yan got into the car, he saw that there were already soldiers in the car, but fortunately, there were still many vacant places, so he sat down unceremoniously, and then leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes to rest - the Japanese are very polite, and they generally do not disturb the resting people. Pretend to be asleep, and no one else will come to talk to you.

But obviously, Xu Yan's worries were too much: although the car was full of soldiers, there was no one to chat, the soldiers had serious expressions, and the atmosphere in the carriage seemed very depressing.

After waiting for about half an hour, many soldiers got on the bus one after another, and finally, the driver also got on the bus - a non-commissioned officer of the Ground Self-Defense Force, he shouted loudly to the passengers in the carriage, and the soldiers also answered him, but Xu Yan could not understand their conversation, and he continued to pretend to be asleep.

Soon, the car was moving. The bus and bus went all the way along an unknown highway in Xuyan, the road was very empty, and there were no civilian cars to be seen along the way, only occasionally a tank or armored car was moving, and the atmosphere of war suddenly became thicker.

After walking for about an hour, there was a slight commotion in the car, and the soldiers looked in the direction of the right window and let out a burst of exclamation.

Seeing the soldiers like this, Xu Yan also looked out of the car window, but was suddenly stunned:

Outside the car window, the sky in the distance showed a black cloud layer of black oppression. The black clouds were so dense that they covered a large expanse of the sky, with no end in sight.

Black clouds obscured the sky, and the black clouds rolled and wriggled like living creatures, and occasionally a bright red white light could be seen passing through the clouds, and there was a dull echo of the rumbling. Next to this dense black cloud, even the sun became dim, hanging faintly in the air, like the moon.

Surprisingly, the black clouds shrouded very abruptly, here is the black dark clouds, there is a blue sky over there, there is no transition between the black clouds and the blue sky, black and white, as if this layer of black clouds was abruptly installed by someone, as if one side is hell, the other side is the world. (To be continued.) )