The racial characteristics of the R people are obviously different from those of other Asians, and when Chen Mo first saw the middle-aged man with a short figure, he immediately thought of the title "devil".

Intuition was not wrong, the man bowed reservedly, and the amplitude was controlled between etiquette and arrogance, "You must be Mr. Chen Mo, my name is Takasaki Sasaki, please advise!" ”

"Don't dare to be." Chen Mo nodded and looked at Lin Feng, "Who is the head of the two of you?" ”

"Mr. Takasaki is in charge of Mandalay's main defense and is one of the most respected seniors here." Lin Feng replied with a smile.

"Oh, you mean he helps you with the part-time job? What's so modest about this, I see that he is old, and he almost takes him on the head. Chen Mo casually looked around and walked into the room.

His words were not good, the smile on Lin Feng's face did not change, but Gao Qi clenched his fists slightly-only for a very short time, and let go of his hand again.

It's not that Takasaki Castle is deep enough, it's that Tie Niu has just walked in front of him. The hideous and mighty giant seemed to sense Takasaki's hostility towards Chen Mo, so he glared at him.

In Takasaki's feelings, it was as if he had been hit by a moving mountain, and although there was no real physical contact, the majestic killing intent still rushed into the depths of consciousness, and it seemed to have a bit of blood.

As a former special instructor of the Self-Defense Forces, Takasaki is well aware that he is encountering a real murderous hand. Relatively speaking, it was Chen Mo who brought a greater sense of threat, which was an inexplicable coldness, which even made him feel inexplicable.

Perhaps to show sincerity and grace, there were hardly groups of rebel soldiers to be seen in Mandalay today, and Chen Mo did not meet the first real Moriah officer until he walked into the huge room that opened up a third of the floor.

It was a major general, sitting at the top of the long table with dozens of seats, and when he saw Chen Mo and the others approaching, he slowly stood up.

"General Aquino, Moriah's most famous battle hero, a fierce general under the command of the previous king. After the outbreak of the civil war, he joined the rebel camp and executed a large number of [***] people in China......" Lin Feng gushed endlessly, introducing the major general to Chen Mo, almost to the sky.

But Chen Mo found that Aquino did not have the momentum that a superior person should have, and he didn't even dare to face people squarely when he looked at them, and his eyes were always a little fluttering.

The battle hero is still a puppet, and Chen Mo feels that the difference may not be too far.

Due to time constraints, everyone chatted for a long time before lunch began. Lin Feng is the most talkative one, and Chen Mo is the one with the least words. It seems to have become some kind of rule that all the topics are started by two people, and others are involved.

Although Helen couldn't figure out what role Lin Feng was playing, fortunately, she was originally an indifferent surname, and old Smith hinted at her, and she always sat there quietly, as if she was insignificant at all.

Chen Mo and Lin Feng both tacitly avoided the topic of Pandora, and chatted not salty or light. It wasn't until a cup of tea bottomed out that Chen Mo asked casually: "Brother Lin looks like the boss at first glance, I don't know who has the ability to ask you to do things?" ”

"You and Miss Helen are good friends, and you should know that Pandora belongs to the DuPont Consortium." Lin Feng replied with a smile.

Chen Mo looked quite strange, and said lightly: "Helen is your young owner, I don't think you seem to have much to say." ”

"The distinction between public and private is a tradition in the DuPont family, and as an ordinary employee, I have also learned some valuable life philosophy." Lin Feng is still neither humble nor arrogant.

Old Smith, who sat next to Helen, relaxed a little, but did not completely remove his guard. Pandora hides too much of the dark side for fear of what is under the control of the DuPont family and what is beyond the bounds.

Lin Feng's performance and what was hidden in the depths of his eyes had made him begin to regret bringing Helen here.

"Oh, I see, I have to learn from Brother Lin." Chen Mo hummed, and the next sentence made almost everyone dumbfounded, "It's not easy to be a good dog, and I don't know if I'm that material." ”

No matter how good Lin Feng's cultivation is, he can't help but change color at this moment.

Chen Mo took a sip of tea and squinted at him, "I really came to apprentice, otherwise I wouldn't have followed Helen so far." Dogs should be obedient, loyal, and fierce when they should be fierce, and I understand these things. There's one thing I can't guess the answer to. Brother Lin, your master asked you to eat, do you eat it? ”

"I don't know what Consultant Chen means by repeatedly making insulting remarks?" Lin Feng asked slowly. Every word is spoken clearly, peacefully, and even gives a sense of caution.

He had long heard that the first advisor of the Political Axe Army was ruthless and crazy, but he didn't expect it to be so crazy! Chen Mo just brought a big guy and an old immortal with him, no matter how strong the combat ability of the three of them is, once they tear their faces, will they still be able to walk out of here alive?

"It's not interesting, hehe, to tease you." Chen Mo yawned.

Major General Aquino remained silent and sat there like a chaperone, already frightened. Gao Qi, a native of the country, saw Lin Feng's face turn blue and white, and immediately got up to relieve the siege: "Mr. Chen Mo, I have long heard that you are brave and brave, and I don't know if you have any research on cold weapons?" ”

"After two days of playing with an axe, I almost chopped off my toe." Chen Mo said with a big grin.

"How about you take a look at this knife?" Takasaki pulled out an old Oriental knife with an old sheath, and when he pulled it out, he felt cold, but the edge of the blade was already curled.

"It doesn't seem like much!" Chen Mo said with a grin.

"Have you heard of the Hundred Beheadings?" Gao Qi was satisfied to see that the smile on Chen Mo's face suddenly disappeared and turned iron blue, "Let me tell you a story, half a century ago, the ancestors took it to visit your country......"

Among the 2nd Brigade of the 55th Wing who participated in the siege of Jinling, there was a lieutenant named Masao Takasaki, who was stout and fierce, and was extremely famous in the army. The 18th Division fought in the north and south, and nearly half of the recruits who have been replenished in recent years have been taught by him the use of this weapon.

The real reason why the soldiers are in awe of Masao Takasaki is not related to this aspect.

The Jinling Massacre, for all the members of the 18th Division, was simply a grand bloody carnival. Silver-destroying plunder, arson, and killing, everyone was transformed into wild beasts, and many soldiers even reached the point where they could not get an erection without hearing the screams of women. Among the many pleasures, killing is naturally the first. The famous killing contest between Warrant Officer Tomioka and Lieutenant Noda, published in the newspaper of R Country, was nothing more than a joke in the 2nd Brigade of the 55th Wing, to which Takasaki belonged - neither of them had a killing record of more than 200, and Takasaki Masao had already curled a fine saber in just three days after the lockdown.

The level of forging knives of the R people is considered to be world-class, and Takasaki's sword is the proud work of the great foundry of Kyushu, and it is said that he once made a bet that in a room, after fixing the knife, he aimed at the blade and shot it, and the bullet was cut in half, and the blade was not damaged at all. Gao Qi kills people, has the habit of cutting off heads, how fragile the neck bones are, a steel fire such a high-quality weapon, but in just three days was cut down by Gao Qi, it is conceivable how many Jinling people died under his hands. But Takasaki was not satisfied, and on the fourth day, he put on a new knife and wandered around the Confucius Temple alone. In the evening, several fellow villagers who had been friends saw that he had not returned, so they went to the street where the fire was burning and searched, and when they found a large courtyard house, they heard a noise and broke in together. All of them were veterans who killed people without blinking, but after kicking the door open and seeing the situation in the courtyard, they all felt a chill to the bone.

Masao Takasaki was in the courtyard, standing in front of the half-row kneeling Z people, holding a knife. It is not accurate to say that it is half a row, because there are so many people in the courtyard, and they should all be refugees in hiding, twisting and turning, like a noodle in a fire box, and they must be bent a few times to accommodate them all. The kneeling Z people were on Takasaki's left-hand side, and the nearest one hung his head and trembled, and the bright blade was a foot above his neck. The half row of refugees on Takasaki's right hand was already dead, and their heads were rolling to the ground. Several R soldiers broke into the courtyard and made a loud noise, but Takasaki seemed to be deaf, holding knives, swinging knives, and beheading with full concentration, repeating the action again and again amid the strange sound of blood spurting out and breaking his neck. It wasn't until the last person was hacked to death that he indifferently turned his gaze and glanced at the courtyard gate.

There was only one person in Takasaki, and the refugees in the courtyard added up to dozens of times his number, but like the most tame lamb, they were waiting for him to cut off his head one after another. This kind of situation has long been commonplace for several R national soldiers in the future, and they don't think there is anything strange about it. What frightened them was Takasaki's blood-stained, completely alien face, which did not look like a person at all under the light of the raging fire.

The really resounding name of "100 people killed" is nothing in the 2nd brigade from now on, because everyone knows that compared to Masao Takasaki, those guys who come up with competition gimmicks and are proud in front of the reporter's camera are equivalent to children who can just walk.

After Takasaki Sasaki finished telling this history, he asked Chen Mo with a smile, "The question you asked Mr. Lin Feng earlier was too naïve, so it is better to answer the following question." You said that in that city, in that courtyard, why did the people of country Z dare not resist even though they are superior in numbers? Could it be that inferior races are born with slave surnames in their bones? ”

When Takasaki said the last four words of "the slave surname exists", Chen Mo had already snatched the old katana in his hand and stabbed it in the air several times.

After the word "in", the originally excited expression on Takasaki's face froze completely,

(To be continued)