Xiaobao only now understands why Daikiyan sent himself to protect Hiroo Iwabe. It should be to give Hiroo Iwabe a chance to ask himself.

"You don't have to think too much about it. Here, some people want to kill Miji Tsugawa, but it's also true that more people want to kill me. Hiroo Iwabe said with a smile. After he finished speaking, he took out four photos from his pocket and put them in front of Xiaobao.

"Look at which of the four [] individuals here Miji Tsukawa saw in Mudanjiang." Hiroo Iwabe said.

Xiaobao looked down at the photo on the table carefully, and after a while, he pointed to the photo of Tsukada Gong and said, "It's him." ”

Hiroo Iwabe smiled and picked up the photo of Tsukada Gong and said to Xiaobao: "This is Tsukada Gong, the division commander of the Eighth Division. It seems that they are only temporarily retreating, but in fact they are not giving up. ”

Looking at Xiaobao's confused eyes, Iwabe Haoxiong explained: "This is the division commander of the Eighth Division, Tsukada Gong. The 8th Division was a division that specialized in training to fight in cold Siberia. Do you understand? ”

Xiaobao nodded in realization.

The guy who ran the hall opened the door and brought in the dishes and drinks that Xiaobao had ordered.

Xiaobao immediately left the table and poured wine for the rock side Haoxiong. Serving people is Xiaobao's forte.

In less than half an hour, the rock side Haoxiong was already flushed and drunk. He actually stood up with chopsticks and danced in the open space of the box.

Xiaobao opened his mouth wide and looked at it for a long time before he saw that this should be the swordsmanship of Japanese samurai. I just don't know what genre it is.

"Xiao Baojun, I heard Daxi Yanyi say that you used to be a bandit, you have good marksmanship, and you have made a lot of contributions to the Intelligence Department of the Kwantung Army. It's a pity that you don't have culture, otherwise I would send you to Nakano School to study hard. Hiroo Iwabe said regretfully after sitting down again.

"That's it, I'm satisfied." Xiaobao said with a smile.

As soon as Xiaobao finished speaking, the door of the box was suddenly pushed open, and two Japanese officers stood at the door.

"Isn't this the Iwabe hero who fears and worships the foreign slaves of the West and likes to lick the buttocks of ghost animals? If it weren't for the shouting you made when you danced the sword just now, we really wouldn't have known you arrived in Harbin. The tall officer at the head said with a sneer.

The Japanese call those blonde and blue-eyed foreigners ghost animals. Those Japanese who worship foreigners are called foreign slaves.

"Isn't this Masao Nakajima? Aren't you in the 1st Division? As far as I know, the headquarters of the 1st Division is in Sun Wu, why did you come to Harbin too? Does your division commander Isamu Yokoyama know that you left your post without permission? Hiroo Iwabe also asked with a smile.

The 1st Division is an elite division in the Japanese Army and the base camp of the Imperial Army. These people regard people like Iwabe as a thorn in their side who advocates compromise with the United States and Britain.

"I heard that Your Excellency has made a lot of nonsense in Japan saying that Japan's strength is only one-tenth of that of the United States, and if there is a war with the United States, is it true?" Another officer asked.

"It's true, am I not right?" Hiroo Iwabe asked rhetorically.

"We Japanese soldiers rely on the spirit of bushido to fight wars! What we pay attention to is to serve the country with seven lives! The officer yelled.

"Can you stop bullets with the spirit of bushido?" Hiroo Iwabe asked disdainfully.

During the war, under the deliberate promotion and propaganda of the Japanese high-level, there were stories that many soldiers could still fight to kill the enemy even after they had died, because their souls of serving the country were immortal.

Ordinary Japanese people are convinced of such nonsense. But how can these deceive high-ranking officers, even those soldiers who chant for seven lives to serve the country, they can't say that such a ridiculous story is true.

"With the spirit of bushido, we can fight ten with one against ten, and one against hundred! Defeat the strong with the weak! Nakajima Masao said with a hideous face.

"Nothing will come of such an argument. I just hope we can see each other again in five years. When the time comes, I bow and apologize to both of you. Hiroo Iwabe said helplessly.

"What! You mean to say that the two of us won't live more than five years? Another officer roared.

"Morita-kun, don't be like a foreign slave. Five years is not a long time. Let's wait and see. Nakajima grabbed the officer and the two left angrily.

After this argument, the wine of Hiroo Iwabe also woke up. He shook his head indifferently, and then asked Xiaobao about Miji Tsugawa's trip to Tiger Head Fortress.

Xiaobao has already told Zhang Fengguang about this matter. This time, he was familiar with the road and recounted what had happened.

Hiroo Iwabe listened carefully, and asked a few questions from time to time. He was obviously more professional than Zhang Fengguang, and sometimes Xiaobao was halfway through speaking, and Hiroo Iwabe knew the style and scale of the fortifications he was talking about.

"I mean, it turns out that the train cannon was for them." Hiroo Iwabe said to himself.

"Xiao Baojun, don't talk to anyone about my conversation with you today. Actually, I'm just curious. We people can't do anything, we just go with the flow. Hiroo Iwabe said with infinite emotion here.

After eating, Xiaobao sent Iwabe Haoxiong back to the Intelligence Department of the Kwantung Army.

I saw Xiaobao come to the Intelligence Department of the Kwantung Army. Hideko Kono rushed downstairs on the run.

"Kobayashi is very sick, you know?" Hideko Kono said in a questioning tone. It seems that Xiaolin's illness was caused by Xiaobao.

"I don't know, what disease does she have?" Xiaobao asked with concern.

"I don't know. I went to see her last night and found that she was very sick, and today I took a leave of absence for her to have a good rest at home. Hideko Kono said with a sigh.

"Okay, I see. I'm going to see her. After saying that, Xiaobao ran away with a bump.

Looking at Xiaobao's back, Hideko Kono had a sneer on her face. Using a woman's advantage to engage in intelligence is really invincible. It seems that the intelligence department of the Kwantung Army has only failed once against her father, Duyifeng. As a result, she had to bypass her mother and send another person to kill her father.

"What kind of disease do you have?" Xiaobao looked at Xiao Lin Xun who opened the door and asked with concern.

Xiao Lin Xun's face was crimson, and he couldn't say a word.

"It can't be a cold, right? It's not as cold as it is in Japan. Xiaobao asked.

Xiao Lin Xun nodded in embarrassment for a long time.

"You go back to your room and rest right away. It's all up to me. Xiaobao said with a big bag.

He pushed Kobayashi into the room, and then went to the kitchen alone. And then there was Xiaobao in the kitchen. He hardly ever cooked a serious meal, except for the wild stew of Hesse in the mountains when he was bearded.

"You have a good rest in your room, I'll go out and buy you something and come back." Xiaobao instructed Xiao Lin Xun through the door. Then he ran out and kept running in the direction of the Majiagou River.