However, it is fatal for the scrivener box and others, and others are easy to say, but Gong Daniu is an exception. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info this guy is really stupid, he didn't learn a word of Japanese in a few days, he desperately memorized a few words, and he forgot all about peeing back.

Everyone had a premonition that the situation was not good, but there was no choice but to resign themselves to fate.

The Japanese officer said a brief sentence to Gong Daniu, meaning to ask him who he was. Lao Zhao had a plan for this question, as long as he answered Hokkaido or Osaka, but unfortunately Gong Daniu didn't remember any of them. The guy had his mouth open, his eyes wide, and he couldn't say a word.

Zhao Yunlai was a little dumbfounded, and hurried over to play the round. One of the Japanese sentries stopped him with a gun and signaled not to move. The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Lu Shuting's face was gloomy, and he seemed to inadvertently stretch out his right hand to his waist, where there was a pistol. The scrivener glared at him and motioned not to move. However, he himself was not idle, estimating the distance between himself and the Japanese sentry, and once exposed, he was the first to pounce.

Gong Daniu's face was flushed, and he was naturally anxious. Things that were going well were stuck in him. The Japanese officer kept an eye on him, waiting for him to answer his questions. The time could not be delayed for too long, as that would arouse the suspicion of the Japanese army. Gong Daniu stared at the head of the Japanese officer, and felt the urge to shoot him in the head.

The scrivener scolded grandma in his heart, damn old Gong, everything is bad for you. Other people also have the same idea, if they can scold people, they will definitely go to Lao Gong's ancestors.

There was a crisp sound behind him, and the scrivener didn't know what was going on, and wanted to look back, but he couldn't care about it, because the Japanese behind the bunker all stood up. The scrivener knew that it was broken, so he no longer hesitated, and leaned forward to make a hungry tiger pounce. Almost at the same time, one hand grabbed the corner of his clothes, it was Zhao Yunlai. Lao Zhao squeezed his eyebrows, the scrivener understood, and the action of the hungry tiger pounced on the food was taken back.

It was the little monkey who dropped the object, and he picked up the object on the ground and stuffed it into his backpack in a panic. The Japanese officer's eyes were like lightning, and he understood everything in an instant, gave up Gong Daniu and went straight to the little monkey, and said something.

Although the little monkey couldn't understand it, he could guess that the other party wanted what he had just fallen. I had no choice but to give things to the other party.

It was a can of beef with a Japanese label on it. The Japanese officer held it in his hand and his eyes lit up, staring at the can and his hair straight, and he did not move away for half a minute, as if he was admiring a stunning and rare work of art.

Zhao Yunlai walked over with a smile, said compliments, and took out a box of cans from the little monkey's backpack and handed it over. The Japanese officer smiled happily and kept repeating a Japanese word in his mouth: Youku. Zhao Yunlai can understand, translated into Chinese is called "meat".

Everyone, including the scrivener, could not understand that a Japanese officer would be so interested in a can of domestically produced canned meat. The latter thing was even more unexpected, and the Japanese officer waved his hand, signaling that he could clear the customs. One of the sentries gestured, and soon someone moved the log barricade away, and put the bookcase and others through.

In fact, the scrivener box and others didn't know the inside story, they didn't know how many days the Japanese soldiers in the sentry had not eaten meat, and they couldn't imagine how much the Japanese soldiers craved for meat. The harsh natural conditions and poor transportation conditions in the mountainous areas of northern Burma made it extremely difficult for the Japanese army to supply logistics. The Yunnan-Burma-India Highway has become a nine-curved road to northern Myanmar, and the distance in a straight line is only 20 kilometers, but it takes more than 100 kilometers to take the highway. The Japanese army had not occupied northern Burma for a long time, and its foothold was unstable, and the logistical supply lines were as fragile as eggshells. The supplies were transported to Southeast Asia after landing in Burma and then transferred to various theaters and companies for at least four months.

The Japanese army worked hard for four months, but the supplies they received were pitiful, and even if they pinched their necks and chewed slowly, they could only hold out for two months at most. The remaining two months were left hungry.

This level is no exception, everyone including the highest governor is eating wild vegetables, and it takes more than two months to eat them. Last month, I finally hoped for supplies, but they didn't have their share, and all of them were given to various bases in the mountains. The sentinels in the checkpoint are almost crazy, and what they have been waiting for for is a very unfair distribution. They complain, they protest, but nothing changes.

If you look closely, you will find that the eyes of the Japanese officers are a little green, and the eyes of the other Japanese sentries are also green. There is only one reason: hungry. If these people knew that a stronghold had been destroyed by the Chinese, and boxes and boxes of canned beef were squandered by the Chinese, it is estimated that everyone would go crazy.

The Japanese officer stared at two cans of beef in a daze, his eyes glittering, this is the legendary meat. Fuck you, I'm embarrassed that meat has become a legendary thing for him.

Not only the Japanese officers, but all the sentries had straight eyes. The lid of the can had not yet been opened, and they seemed to smell the smell of meat. The long-lost aroma lingers in my heart, confusing every nerve.

Under the envious and jealous eyes of the Japanese sentries, seven people carried heavy packages on their backs to pass through the checkpoint.

"How many canned beef should there be in such a heavy package!" This was not an idea of a Japanese soldier, many sentries had the same idea. Meat, for them is a very distant topic.

Seven people slowly make their way through the level, escaping death from the guns of the Japanese, and everyone feels unreal. "That's it?" The little monkey muttered to himself. The scrivener glared at him fiercely. The latter shrank in fright and stopped talking.

has been out of the long way, the scrivener box and other talents are completely relieved, finally cleared, how is it like a dream! In retrospect, I feel scared that a box of canned food actually played a decisive role. It's a pure accident, and many things can't be measured by common sense absolutely.

A few people didn't dare to stop, and they took a step forward. Now is not the time to relax, what if I chase after me one day. I walked twenty miles in one breath before I dared to stop and rest.

Several people left the main road and rested under a large tree in the mountains. This empty space bookbox summarizes the gains and losses of this customs clearance. First of all, there is a problem of language, which almost became a catastrophe because of Gong Daniu's forgetfulness. The scrivener gave a death order, everyone must play hard to learn Japanese, play with life like fighting bayonets, and now if you don't play with your life, you have to go to the level and fight the enemy.

followed by Zhao Yunlai, Lao Zhao behaved without any flaws. Thanks to Lao Zhao, otherwise this plan would not have been implemented. However, the performance of others was much worse, and when Lao Zhao ptrained the Japanese officers, the others did nothing and did not share the pressure for Lao Zhao. It comes down to language. The scrivener repeats the dead order just now: play life and learn Japanese!