"Alright! I actually just want to see how I can get some food back, even if I can't eat enough, I can't let my savior not have enough to eat........... Belch. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info "Zhu Jun regretted it as soon as he finished speaking, he was him, but his body was another person, and what he was worried about now was that if the two got along for a long time and Sakurako had a good impression of him, it would be a disaster for Sakura. Because Kono Taro himself is an extremely conceited militarist, and if he leaves, these two will be together, oh God, Sakurako will definitely be killed by this thing in the name of bullshit jihad.

Sure enough, his words made Sakurako's face suddenly flushed, "Kono-kun is too worried, if you can't eat enough, you can eat my share, I can't finish it anyway." ”

Get........

Zhu Jun was speechless, a woman can't eat enough by herself and has to give it to others, isn't the meaning obvious enough?

In the end, Sakurako failed to convince Zhu Jun, and he still set foot on the road out of the city.

He also figured it out, and if he really couldn't do it, he would take this girl to the Hanlan tribe, lest a good girl be harmed by Kono, the king and eight calves.

There were several U.S. military camps in Tokyo, and Zhu Jun picked the nearest one, which was on the edge of a small river two miles outside the city, because it was for the convenience of getting water.

When he got out of the city and reached the river, he saw what kind of bullshit barracks was on the other side! It's a combination of a brothel and a bazaar.

The entire beach of the barracks was full of Japanese people selling antiques, cloth, and handicrafts.......... At most, it is a sale.

One by one, the women stood there scratching their heads and making gestures, shouting to the American soldiers passing by.

The American soldiers who left the camp also carried large and small rice bags in their hands, and chose what they liked in the bazaar, and poured out a little bit of the rice bag and took it away if they saw anything. And the soldiers, who were tired of the comfort women in the barracks, chose all kinds of women in the bazaar, and it was the same which one they liked, and they poured a little rice at random, and pulled the selected women into a small grid surrounded by Buman by the river to do things, and there were also several people who took a fancy to a woman at the same time, needless to say, as long as you gave more rice, these women didn't care how many people you came. The noise, the sound of joy, wave after wave, made the entire barracks into a miasma, the sea breeze blew, Booman drifted with the wind, and the last fig leaf of Japan and the United States was completely torn off because of this scene.

In fact, in Zhu Jun's view, no matter what country, what government, or war, it is the ordinary people who suffer in the end. Like these women, don't they know what shame is?

No, they're just afraid of death.

Maybe the tradition of love action movies in Japan's island country also comes from this era.

......................

Zhu Jun wandered around the market for a while, and then quietly touched the outside of the barracks, and found that there were no walls or fences here, nor did there be any strict patrols, and the soldiers were doing their own business in twos and threes, as long as there were soldiers with them, people outside could also enter and exit at will.

Strengthened his courage, Zhu Jun followed a few people into the barracks, and found that no one cared about him at all, and he could do whatever he wanted.

That's too lax!

Aren't they afraid that those Japanese soldiers who refuse to admit defeat will sneak in and make a surprise attack?

"Huh........" At this time, Zhu Jun suddenly found a few Japanese in front of him who were hooked shoulders and wearing American-style military uniforms.

What's the situation?

Elves?

Judging from the equipment, these are obviously regular troops.

Don't the Americans set up a puppet army?

In fact, Zhu Jun didn't know that these Japanese wearing American-style military uniforms were the regular army of the U.S. Army, to be exact, they were Japanese-Americans, not Japanese. And they did not admit that they were Japanese, and in the Pacific War, these Japanese-Americans were the most courageous swords in the U.S. military, and were personally inspected by President Roosevelt after the war.

After strolling around for a while, when Zhu Jun was about to leave, he suddenly saw an inconspicuous wooden house that was rarely guarded by several American soldiers.

What's inside?

Zhu Jun didn't rush to see it, after all, if he approached so directly in broad daylight, he would definitely be discovered, and if he was not careful, his life would be lost.

But now that you're going back, are you still out of the city at night?

Thinking of this, Zhu Jun left the barracks from the other side, walked to a low mountain, found a place that was not easy to find, spread it on the ground with dry grass, and fell asleep.

........................

"How? Is it well defended? ”

"It doesn't look like there's any defense, do you want to kill it?"

"It's better to be careful............"

"Cheng, then I'll take a closer look."

"Be careful........

.......

"Who are they? Could it be the so-called revolutionaries? ”

Zhu Jun listened cautiously to the conversation coming from above. Just now, he was woken up by the sound of footsteps, and from this he also heard the other party's conversation.

He doesn't dare to move now, no matter what the other party comes from, once he finds him, he will definitely kill him, this is not what it used to be, he doesn't want to be killed so inexplicably.

Soon, a footstep came, and a conversation began again, "I have touched their barracks, and there is not even a single one standing guard." ”

"These Yankees also think too much of themselves, do they really think that there is no one in the Great Japanese Empire?"

"How? Hands-on or not? ”

"Of course, we have to do it, we must give a signal to our compatriots that although the emperor has surrendered, we have not yet."

"Okay, let's go.........."

As the footsteps disappeared, Zhu Juncai stood up from where he was lying on his stomach.

He can hear it, this is also a bunch of militarists who refuse to admit defeat.

That's fine, you guys are fighting each other, and I, the fisherman, will be a little cheaper.

Thinking of this, Zhu Jun did not rush to go down, but found a suitable place to watch the battle and lay down, just enough to see the military camp under the mountain.

After a while, only one gunshot was heard, and the whole barracks was in chaos, screaming and shouting.

In particular, the soldiers who guarded the wooden house also left.

Seeing this, Zhu Junna could be polite again, and hurriedly got up and ran down the mountain.

When he touched the location of the wooden house, he found that the soldiers around him had already gone to the other end of the barracks, so he lay down in the gap of the wooden house and looked inside, but unfortunately it was too dark to see anything.

It was ironic to run to the door, and found that the place guarded by the soldiers was not locked, so he reached out and pushed open the wooden door, and finally saw the general situation inside the wooden house by the faint light outside the door in the distance.

The wooden house looks small, but inside it is a semi-basement, with a lot of space, neatly stacked with countless rice bags.

"Master is really smart." Zhu Jun had always suspected that this was the grain depot of this camp, but he didn't expect to guess correctly.

So he stretched out his hand to pack all the food away, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he was dumbfounded, he was now possessed, so what kind of bullshit space ring is!

Now time is food, so he couldn't think about it, so he picked up a hundred-pound rice bag and ran out.

Zhu Jun carried the rice bag all the way to the direction of the city gate, and when he passed a haystack, he suddenly stopped.

How long can you eat a hundred catties of rice?

Sakurako alone should only be enough for more than three months! So what about her?

Shaking his head, Zhu Jun glanced at himself, didn't he plan to take her to the Hanlan tribe? Can't you eat enough for a few days?

Thinking of this, Zhu Jun drove and walked again, walked and walked, and stopped again, "That's not right! If you want to blow up the Yasukuni Shrine, do you want to blow it up with your fists? What about explosives? ”

Helplessly, Zhu Jun turned back to the position of the big haystack, hid the grain inside, and covered it up again, then got up and ran out of the barracks. (To be continued.) )