Fangzi deserves to be a top agent, her prediction was right, Long Xiaotian slept in the secret room for three hours, or in the morning, he was so excited that he couldn't sleep anymore, put on a samurai outfit, and under the respectful eyes of Li Fucai and Long Qi, he walked out of the secret room and slipped out onto the street. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Today's Japanese troops are particularly frightened and sad, roadblocks are set up at all important intersections, and one by one inspections prove that even Japanese officers and businessmen are no exception, and even the inspection of the Japanese is even more severe, carefully compare the photos. However, these Japanese did not complain and accepted the interrogation honestly.

The Japanese patrols drove over one after another, all of them looking vigilant, as if they were facing a great enemy, their eyes grunting, and everyone else could be a tyrannosaurus.

Long Xiaotian grinned and walked to the checkpoint and glanced at it. There was a reinforced squad of Japanese soldiers here, twenty Japanese soldiers armed with one light machine gun and one heavy machine gun, two grenadiers. Every Japanese soldier had panic and sorrow on his face, and there was no vitality at all.

The more sad the Japanese army was, the happier Long Xiaotian became. Long Xiaotian smiled, took out his documents and handed them over. A senior soldier took the certificate with a bitter face, looked at the photo, and then lowered his head and bent down to look at Long Xiaotian's face under the hat of the hat, and returned the certificate to him.

"Excuse me, private, why are you so upset today?" Long Xiaotian stared at him and asked, his face showing a very dazed look, of course, the smile was still hanging.

The senior soldier looked surprised for a moment and said, "Takahashi-kun, you probably just arrived in Nanjing." Let me tell you, in the past few days, a Chinese martial arts master has emerged in the city of Nanjing, surnamed Tyrant Long, who is so powerful that he slaughtered hundreds of imperial soldiers and poisoned dozens of them. Now everyone has a headache when they think of Tyrannosaurus. I advise you, be careful, don't walk alone. ”

"Really? Is the Tyrannosaurus really that powerful? Long Xiaotian said, showing a frightened look, and his jaw was about to fall to the ground.

A military officer came over and severely reprimanded the senior soldier: "Toshiro, the wing captain has repeatedly forbidden to talk about the tyrannosaurus, don't you know?" ”

Toshiro immediately bowed and saluted, "I'm sorry! ”

Long Xiaotian looked at Jun Cao and asked with a smile: "May I ask Jun Cao, aren't you afraid of the tyrannosaurus?" ”

Jun Cao hesitated, straightened his chest, coughed dryly, tried to squeeze out a smile, and said, "Of course I'm not afraid of tyrannosaurs. Your Excellency, fear not. I believe that the samurai of the Great Japanese Empire were the bravest and would never have feared the tiny Tyrannosaurus. Tyrannosaurus was a bastard, a coward, he did not dare to act in the daytime. If the Tyrannosaurus dares to show up in front of me, I'll beat him up and look for teeth all over the ground! ”

Long Xiaotian's originally smiling face stiffened suddenly. He originally wanted to see Jun Cao's jokes, but he didn't expect to be scolded by the other party in front of him, and he couldn't retaliate, so he was really asking for himself.

Long Xiaotian smiled bitterly and hurriedly left, but wrote down the image of this military cao. After walking for a while, seeing that the Japanese soldiers all looked like bereavemented fathers and mothers, Long Xiaotian forgot about his depression and happily went shopping. He walked into a Japanese-owned restaurant, had some breakfast, bought a big bag of sausages and ate them as he went, then went to another restaurant, had something to eat, and took some cooked meat. He wanted to avoid eating too much in one place, which would cause one person to eat the amount of food of a dozen people, and arouse the suspicion of the enemy. He was very proud of his idea.

Sneaking to the west of the city, Long Xiaotian's excitement became heavy. On the streets, white flags are planted every few hundred meters with a red cross on them, and there is a red circle beyond the red cross. Within the flag is the Nanjing International Security Zone established by Europeans and Americans, which is dedicated to housing civilians. The zone is home to Jinling University, Jinling Women's College of Arts and Sciences, the U.S. Embassy, and many Chinese government-built buildings. The building was crowded with people, and many small brick houses and thatched huts were erected in the original open space, one after the other, and the crowd was also crowded.

Long Xiaotian put the sausage back in the backpack behind his back, raised the hat, and entered the safe zone. Every Chinese is ragged, disheveled, skinny, miserable, and his face is full of hunger, pain, sorrow, despair and numbness.

When the Chinese saw Long Xiaotian, who was wearing a uniform and carrying a katana at his waist, they dodged one after another, and they did not dare to look at it squarely. Long Xiaotian suddenly remembered that he had a dream before, to become a martial arts master, so that everyone was afraid, and everyone avoided wherever he went. Now this dream has come true, but unfortunately because of his status as a Japanese samurai. Long Xiaotian's heart shattered in an instant.

He paused and slowly scanned the crowd in front of him, hoping to see familiar neighbors, teachers, classmates, and friends. Not a single one.

Long Xiaotian continued to search, and for more than an hour, he saw tens of thousands of people, but he didn't find a single acquaintance.

"Have you all escaped, or are you dead?" Long Xiaotian muttered to himself.

Suddenly, a cry came: "Dead fatty, give it to me!" Give me! ”

Long Xiao Tianshun looked at his voice, overjoyed, and recognized that it was his classmate. There were two teenagers running in front, a round face in front, holding a steamed bun in his right hand, nibbling while running, his name was Xiaopang. There is a long face in the back, very tall, desperate, desperately chasing after him, his name is Wang Gui.

Little Fat ran and ran, tripped under his feet, and half of the steamed bun fell off his hand and fell to the ground, rolling out. Wang Gui was overjoyed, pounced, grabbed the steamed bun and gnawed it, ignoring the weeds and loess sticking on it, his eyes showed extreme excitement. Chubby got up and shouted, "I stole it, give it back to me!" Stepping forward to fight, the two scuffled together, and after a while, they both fell to the ground and rolled into a ball, and whoever grabbed the steamed bun took a bite.

Long Xiaotian was happy when he saw that the two of them were not dead, and he smiled and bent over, watching the two compete for half a steamed bun. Wang Gui was big, grabbed the steamed buns, held them in his hands and ate them, and didn't care about the beating of the little fat at all. Chubby opened his mouth and bit his hand. Wang Gui screamed, let go of his hand, the steamed bun fell to the ground, Xiaopang didn't care that there was blood on it, grabbed a bite and swallowed it, his mouth bulged up, he choked and rolled his eyes, and it was easy to swallow. Seeing that the steamed buns were gone, Wang Gui sat on the ground, covered his face and cried.

Long Xiaotian didn't have much of a good impression of this Wang Gui. Wang Gui's father is a policeman in Nanjing, Wang Gui relied on this to fly in school, and he also had a fight with Long Xiaotian, which made Long Xiaotian suffer.

Long Xiaotian took out a sausage from his backpack and shook it. Wang Gui smelled the fragrance, stopped crying, put down his hand, and saw a Japanese ronin, so frightened that he immediately hid back, but his eyes looked directly at the sausage, his throat trembled, and he swallowed dryly.

Wang Gui was bold, stretched out his right hand, and said, "Imperial Army, give me sausages, okay?" ”

Long Xiaotian said in Japanese: "You're shit!" I still want to eat sausages! ”

Wang Gui said pitifully: "The great good man of the imperial army, I am hungry, give it to me." ”

Long Xiaotian said in Japanese: "You are big shit! I still want to eat sausages! ”

Xiaopang touched his aching throat, leaned over to Wang Gui and said, "Wang Gui, this Japanese ronin can't understand Chinese. Look at mine. ”

Long Xiaotian stood up.

Xiaopang glanced at Long Xiaotian and thought, how can this kid look like an iron egg. Iron Egg is Long Xiaotian's nickname. Chubby bent down and bowed, trying to squeeze out a smile on his face, raised his thumb with his right hand, and said in a flattering tone: "You are the eighth lamb in the imperial army, give me the sausage." Then he held out his left hand.

Long Xiaotian smiled, and really wanted to throw the sausage on the little fat face, but when he saw that his originally fat body had become like a bamboo pole, he was sad, so he handed him the sausage.

Xiaopang took it proudly, walked up to Wang Gui, and chewed it with a big mouthful, crunching deliberately.

Wang Guiyan smiled and said, "Little fatty, can you give me a little?" ”

Chubby glared and said, "Don't call me Chubby, where am I fat now?" ”

Wang Gui was a little annoyed and said, "Classmate Li Dayong, we are classmates anyway, and we are blessed to share the blessings." ”

"Phew. You just snatched my steamed buns. Who is blessed with you? Also classmates? If Iron Egg were here, I'd give him half of it! Just you, do you deserve sausages? Chubby said fiercely.

Wang Gui was helpless, there were Japanese here, he didn't dare to grab it again, and when he saw Long Xiaotian take out another sausage, his eyes rolled and he thought about it. He stood up and walked up to Long Xiaotian, followed the example of a little chubby, bowed with a smile, raised his thumb, and said, "You are the eighth lamb in the imperial army, give me the sausage." ”

Bang, Long Xiaotian slapped Wang Gui's face with a sausage, and deliberately said in broken Chinese: "You are the eighth lamb of the king!" Your whole family is a bastard! ”

Wang Gui's face turned pale with fright, and he quickly knelt down and kowtowed. Zhengmeimei was eating the sausage's little fat snort, almost choked again, turned around to run, suddenly stopped, and stared at Long Xiaotian with wide eyes.

Long Xiaotian also looked at Xiao Fat with both eyes, tightened his mouth, and tried his best to hold back a laugh.

Xiao Fat stared at Long Xiaotian up and down, and finally shouted: "Iron Egg!" You're an iron egg! He took a sharp step, and then stopped abruptly, his face uncertain.

Long Xiaotian raised the hat, revealing his forehead, and said in normal Nanjing dialect: "Little fatty, you are blind, even I, Long Xiaotian, can't recognize me!" ”

"Oops, it's really your iron egg!" Xiaopang shouted in surprise, ran over, and hugged Long Xiaotian.

Wang Gui was stunned, stood up, touched his red forehead, and didn't know what to do.

After hugging for a while, Xiaopang immediately reached out and grabbed four or five sausages from Long Xiaotian's backpack, grabbed them with both hands, bit them violently, and choked and coughed constantly.

Long Xiaotian took out the kettle from his backpack, handed it to Xiao Pang, and said, "Xiao Pang, eat slowly and drink some water." ”

Xiaopang took the kettle and drank it, a sausage fell to the ground, Wang Gui rushed over, grabbed it and ate it.

"Tiedan, I called you ...... just now, thank you." Chubby said embarrassedly, and then said, "It turns out that you are not dead, I heard that your whole family is ......"

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"I'm now a Takahashi samurai of the Japanese Black Dragon Society. I'm worried about the Japanese here, so don't call me an iron egg in front of others, and don't appear intimate to me. There is something to say to a secluded place. Long Xiaotian instructed Xiaopang.

Xiaopang nodded, and said to Wang Gui again: "Wang Gui, you are not allowed to call Tie Dan Iron Egg, pretend not to know." ”

Wang Gui nodded again and again.

"Have you seen Teacher Zhao Zhangwen and Zhao Shuya?" Long Xiaotian asked with concern.

"Teacher Zhao Zhangwen is also here, and he is also a committee member who is responsible for managing here. Zhao Shuya ......" Xiaopang said, his eyes suddenly turned red, and tears fell.

Long Xiaotian also understood that Zhao Shuya, whom he secretly liked, died. His heart sank, a wave of anger burning in his chest, his fists creaking, and his face distorted.

Xiao Pang was terrified when he saw Long Xiaotian possessed by a demonic god. Wang Gui also saw Long Xiaotian like this, and he was so frightened that he didn't dare to eat sausages.

At this time, a shout came from afar: "Please don't hurt the child!" ”

What a familiar voice, Long Xiaotian turned around and saw the teacher Zhao Zhangwen running over panting, followed by a blonde foreigner.