Several army officers flashed along the way, taking the standard tactical maneuvers of the German Army infantry to the extreme, and rushed into the Defu Building with three blows and two blows.

If they are eager to show their loyalty to His Excellency the Great Führer, they are really a little bit of a villain's heart. When the leader of the empire is in danger, protecting the safety of the leader is the primary duty of all German people, even if it is at the cost of their lives. In the hearts of the German people, the current head of the Reich is a great being like God, and it would be a shame for all German soldiers to let him suffer any damage. So when the officers found out that one of the parties in the firefight turned out to be the Reich Führer, the only thought in the minds of these people was to rush to the Führer's side as soon as possible to confirm and protect his safety. It's like a conditioned reflex where the brain reacts naturally before it even has time to think.

"God, really Your Excellency."

After Lieutenant Colonel Selevin rushed into the Defu Building with a stomach full of doubts, he saw Xu Jun sitting in the middle of the hall at first sight. The leader of the empire sat calmly at a dining table, behind which stood a young man with a gun and an old man with a gloomy expression.

Selevon noticed a grass-green military bandage tied to his Führer's right thigh, which seemed to be not lightly wounded, and the bandage was red with blood along with the entire leg of his trousers on the right side. However, His Excellency did not appear to be a little aggrieved by blood loss as ordinary people, and still maintained his elegant demeanor and sat upright in his chair, looking calmly at himself and his colleagues around him.

"Salute to Your Excellency the Führer!"

The contrast between civilian clothes and uniforms was so great that several officers almost didn't recognize Xu Jun for a while, but then they recognized the face. Seeing that it was really the leader of the empire, the officers hurriedly inserted their pistols back into their holsters, and then hit the heels of their boots hard and puffed up their chests to salute Xu Jun.

"Salute, my Führer!"

Xu Jun slowly nodded to several officers in return.

"You're Lieutenant Colonel Selevon."

Xu Jun looked at Sai Lewen and asked.

"Yes, my Führer."

Selevon nodded in acknowledgment.

"You have also seen the situation, now I don't want to say anything, you carry out the order and go." Xu Jun said loudly.

"Yes, my Führer!"

Selevin gave a respectful salute and then drew his pistol and rushed out the door.

Selevon was not a fool, and although he felt a little inexplicable, it was most appropriate to resolutely carry out the Führer's orders without asking any questions in the current situation, because he clearly felt that the Führer's mood did not seem to be as good as it seemed.

The gunfire, which had been like fried beans just now, has now stopped. In fact, the Japanese were already preparing for a ceasefire when the Germans arrived at the scene with their weapons, and if it weren't for a few guys who didn't understand German and were carried away by the smell of sulfur and continued to fire excitedly, this battle could have been stopped after Selevin shouted. The Japanese are not worried about the arrival of the German team, on the contrary, they are very happy to see the German side intervene. Germany is an ally of Japan, and in the final resolution of this conflict, Germany will certainly favor its side, at least as they think.

Another reason is that when the conflict breaks out, the more they fight, the more they feel that the taste is wrong, because their opponents seem to be a little too arrogant.

After being insulted by the young Nanban, Fujimoto Shigeru was carried away by anger at that time, and he no longer cared about the background identity of the other party, so he rushed over with someone. In Shigeru Fujimoto's heart, there has always been a strong hostility and contempt for Caucasians. These Southern Barbarians had only suppressed Japan for a whole century with their strong ships and cannons, and now that Japan had even more powerful strong ships and cannons than them, what qualifications did they have to stop the Japanese Empire from dominating the world.

From his personal point of view, even if he killed the few Nanban people in front of him now, it would not be a big deal, at most it would be a little troublesome in the procedures when sweeping the end. And if you let the above know that you are doing this to protect the honor of the Great Japanese Empire, you will definitely get the understanding of the higher-ups, and maybe you will be commended for it.

But just after Sasaki slashed the hateful Nanban in the leg, the situation changed abruptly, and the other party actually opened fire.

The fact that the other party had a gun calmed down Shigeru Fujimoto's brain, which was burned by the spirit of bushido, and it was then that he realized that the problem was much more serious than he had imagined. At this time, the people who can take to the streets with guns are not ordinary people, they have more or less some relationship with the Germans, and even German officials at all.

Thinking of this, Fuji Yuan Shigeru couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, if the relationship between the two countries was damaged because of the conflict between himself and the Germans in this extraordinary period, no matter how shrewd and capable he was, no matter how many feats he made for the empire, it would be an empty word, and even if he apologized for his guilt, the adults above would not give him this opportunity. However, Fujimoto Shigeru looked back and thought that these Nanban people should not be Germans, because the other party used French from beginning to end. If it had been the Germans, they would have identified themselves in German when they had first appeared, and if they had done so, the conflict would not have happened at all.

It seemed that it must have been a Frenchman who had defected to the Germans, and Fujimoto Shigeru couldn't help but be furious again when he realized this. Although he personally instigated many Chinese officials to serve the Japanese Empire, he was extremely disgusted by this betrayal of his country and nation. In his opinion, that kind of guy can't even be counted as the most basic human being, and can only be compared to domestic animals. Now these Nanban traitors dare to shoot at the glorious Japanese samurai, which is an absolutely unforgivable act. Thinking of this, Shigeru Fujimoto made the third wrong decision in this incident, he ordered his subordinates to go back to the store to grab the robbery and open fire in return.

Before he could give that order, three or four of his "samurai" had fallen to the ground. Although the opponent only has two small pistols, it has an absolute advantage compared to the short knives in the hands of those "samurai".

The first to fall was the diminutive Sasaki, who was shot in the head by a young Nanban standing behind the wounded Nanban. Poor and brave Sasaki didn't even have time to say a word of his last words to serve the country, so he went to see Amaterasu.

Just when the other Japanese "samurai" were secretly worried about whether Sasaki-kun would find his way back to the Yasukuni Shrine, the somewhat old Nanban also pulled out a pistol. This time it was Watanabe-kun's turn, he was rushing forward with a knife in his eyes, and he was still shouting Sasaki-kun's name Kojiro in his mouth, and his brave and fearless posture really made everyone secretly admire. But before he could step on the steps, he was shot in the chest by the old man, and then Mishima-kun and Sato-kun were also hit by bullets, and Sasaki-kun would not be lonely on the road.

The successive blows caused the fanatical brains of the Japanese "samurai" to quickly cool down, and now even the most sluggish Japanese have understood that the other side is playing for real, and rushing to it is simply a waste of death. However, as the samurai of His Majesty the Emperor, they cannot show any timidity or retreat in front of their enemies. The brave "samurai" continued to wield their knives frantically, their mouths continued to shout meaningless syllables, but the soles of their feet began to move backwards slowly and secretly, and at the same time, they were constantly scanning the positions of their companions with sharp eyes, ensuring that they would not be shot by the other party as a threat because they were too prominent.

At the same time, the two gun-wielding Nanbans also began to support the injured Nanbanians and quickly retreated towards the Defu Building.

Shigeru Fujimoto's order relieved all the Japanese, and it was indeed a bit difficult to deal with a pistol with a knife. Hearing the leader's order to use their guns, they hurriedly rushed back to the hotel. Shigeru Fujimoto opened the gun cabinet disguised as a locker and distributed the stored weapons to his loyal men. Then he hurried to report to the two big men who had come to the party, and it was impossible for them not to be alarmed by the gunfire outside, and they must be given a reasonable explanation as soon as possible.

However, Fujimoto Shigeru had an eye on this, and he resolutely told the two big men that several French people wanted to plot against them, but they were immediately discovered by his own subordinates, and the other party brazenly attacked them, and several imperial warriors had already died for the emperor because of this. Now he is leading his subordinates to resist to the death, and they will swear to protect the safety of the two adults. At the same time, he told the other party not to worry about security, the gunfire here will soon alarm the German ** team, reinforcements will arrive soon, and his subordinates are wise and brave enough to prevent the other party from entering this hotel. Shigeru Fujimoto knew that these two were great people with heavy responsibilities, and the Germans would give them some face no matter what. As long as they open their mouths to the Germans, the guys on the other side who have caused them heavy losses will surely be unlucky.

With guns in hand, the courage of the "samurai" of the Great Japanese Empire suddenly returned.

The "samurai" brandished pistols and swore to use the heads of the three dastardly Nanbarians to pay tribute to their comrades who had died tragically. A few of the toughest guys rushed out of the hotel with their heads shouting, but before they could rush out of the hotel vestibule, a few poor guys were enveloped by a sudden dense rain of bullets, and in an instant, the three imperial warriors who rushed to the front were beaten into a sieve on the spot.

They didn't let out a scream before dying for the Empire, and the rest of the warriors couldn't help but marvel at the majestic posture of the three loyal warriors of Yamato shaking in the barrage, and if it weren't for the threat of bullets themselves, someone might have written a waka song on the spot to commemorate it.

The few warriors who followed them reacted very quickly, and although they were a bit of a shi, they finally escaped from the rain of bullets flying like locusts, but each of them had a few small holes in their legs and bodies. The warriors rolled on the floor of the hotel, screaming like slaughtering pigs.

The other party seemed to have reinforcements, and Fujimoto Shigeru carefully opened the curtain and poked his head out of the window to observe the opposite side, and was surprised to find more than a dozen Southern Barbarians in dark civilian clothes standing in front of the window of the Defu Building and aiming here.

"Damn, the other side called reinforcements, and they ambushed us despicably." Shigeru Fujimoto angrily shouted to his subordinates.

"Those damn bastards, what are we going to do now, Team Leader." One of the subordinates asked.

"What else can we do, we are the samurai of the Great Japanese Empire. Ladies and gentlemen, for the sake of His Majesty the Emperor and for the honor of the Great Japanese Empire, fight! ”

"Hey!"

So a vigorous western cowboy shooting began.

Shigeru Fujimoto was confident at first, his men were all experts in military training, and the battle would soon be over. But as the battle progressed, Fujimoto Shigeru felt the back of his head getting colder and colder, and the people on the other side were definitely not the personal bodyguards he imagined, whether in terms of marksmanship or movement, those guys in dark casual clothes were completely trained professional soldiers.

And the weapons they used were also suspicious, all of which were German-made military weapons, Luger pistols, Mauser pistols, and even MP34 submachine guns. The possession of these weapons shows that the relationship between the group of people on the other side and the German side is not simple, and it seems that they are really in trouble.

Shigeru Fujimoto began to hope that the German team would arrive as soon as possible to stop the battle, and that if the Germans attached as much importance to German-Japanese relations as his commander had told him, the matter might turn around.

In the prayer of Fujimoto Shigeru, the German ** team flocked to it.

Relieved, Shigeru Fujimoto will never know what price his empire will pay for his stupidity today.

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