"Bumping into an enemy?" The old man's one-eyed glance at his rifle like an idiot. "No, but people with guns can often touch them, just like you."

"Where did you come across it? In what location? Kondrachenko asked.

"Ahem, how do you remember this? The memory of an old man like me...... Look, as soon as you get out of the car, I forgot your name......"

Kondrachenko gave up the idea of asking him for news, so he got out of the car and went in the other direction. After a while, the piercing singing reached Kondlachenko's ear drums.

After a while, the terrible song disappeared in the distance. Kondrachenko picked up his backpack and walked step by step along the path covered with pine needles.

I don't know if it was a coincidence, or if there was some kind of omen, when Kondrachenko walked into the grove, he still had to stop and rest. He didn't care about any more thugs, so he threw his rifle and backpack on the ground and lay upside down on the ground. This is because he could not travel long distances: his intestines began to ache. The pain was so unbearable that it was as if there was a heavy grinding disc wrapped in iron sheets grinding the new tender flesh.

He lay on the ground, the millstone slowing down, like the wheels of a windmill in the dustpan at night. He began to observe everything around him. There is a winding path in the grove with jagged oak trees growing on either side. The oak leaves grow firmly, just a little yellowish. Acorns fell all over the ground and spread a thick layer. The afterglow of the setting sun is almost gone. The hairspring, which had been carried high by the warm current of the air, fell to the ground again. He wiped a few sticky soft spider silks off his face.

A late-maturing acorn happened to fall from the branch above his head. "Snap" on the barrel of the rifle. Immediately bounced to the side. Scarabs mistake the warm early autumn for summer. All at once they all climbed up the leaves. The sounds made him wary again. The voices seemed to contain a kind of warning, reminding him to pay attention to his surroundings.

There seemed to be a strange sound in the woods, and Kondrachenko felt uneasy, he carefully got up, picked up his rifle, pulled the bolt, and slowly walked in the direction from which the sound came.

A cool twilight breeze swept through the groves. There was a short rustle of the solid oak leaves, and a few more acorns fell. In the distance, there is a small oak tree. A black vulture landed on its dry treetops. This is one of the most disgusting ominous birds. It squeaked for a while, then flapped its wings and flew up. Today, in the woods on the outskirts of Tokyo, these black vultures are especially abundant, and they are constantly flying around the places where battles have been fought, checking that the hastily piled graves of the front line have not been washed away by the rain.

Kondrachenko ran briskly, his backpack bouncing up and down on his back, the rifle in his hand. The muzzle of the gun was pointed all the way forward.

The black vulture brushed over his head, its large powerful wings whistling through the air. It barked a few more times. The sound seemed to be clawing at the tin sheet, and it flew towards a destination known only to it.

The voice ahead was getting clearer and clearer, and he could tell it was a mixture of a woman's cry and a man's gasp!

Kondrachenko unconsciously quickened his pace, and soon, he saw something that surprised him.

A strong man with a naked body was riding on a woman's body, tearing the woman's clothes vigorously, the woman's mouth was tied with a white cloth, her hands were tied together, hanging on a branch, and she was constantly kicking and kicking with her legs. The woman was petite, but her calves were thick, and the Japanese clothes she was wearing made her a Japanese woman at first glance, and the man riding on her was tall and large, with curly hair, and it was clear at a glance that he was not Japanese, and the gray military uniform and large-brimmed hat that were scattered aside, the Mosin Nagant rifle leaning under the tree, and the horses tethered to the tree, proved that his identity belonged to the Russian Imperial Army.

Seeing the atrocities being staged, Kondrachenko couldn't help but feel angry.

Foreign newspapers repeatedly reported on the atrocities committed by the "Russian Volunteers" against Japanese civilians in Japan, and although attempts were made in Russia to block such news, they were unsuccessful, and finally the news reached the ears of Tsar Alexander II of Russia.

When Alexander II first received the news, he was a little incredulous, believing that a foreign hostile power was discrediting the glorious image of the Russian Empire, but when a set of photographs published in the newspapers were sent to him, he was finally shocked.

The photos were taken by a Russian captain with the latest camera, and the content is a group photo of the Russian soldiers and the corpses, which are said to belong to the enemy Satsuma army, both men and women, in the photo, the Russian soldiers pose the corpses in various shapes, and then take a group photo with the corpses, and the Russian soldiers in the photos have happy smiles on their faces.

Alexander II was so angry with these photos that he fainted, and then the news that the Russian soldiers robbed and raped the Japanese aristocratic woman who went out in a carriage and killed people and the protests of the Japanese government came, so that Alexander II realized the seriousness of the problem, and he directly gave a strict order to the commander of the Russian Volunteer Army in Tokyo to track down the murderer, punish him severely, and "calm the anger of the Japanese government and the people", Lieutenant General Onegin, who received the order, did not dare to slack off, and soon arrested the murderer and executed him publicly, In the name of the headquarters, he sent a special letter to apologize to the Japanese government, and the Russian government also allocated special funds to compensate the families of the victims.

As an Imperial Russian officer with a strong sense of honor, he was deeply ashamed of the atrocities of Russian volunteer officers and soldiers, and this time he applied to come to the Japanese front, in addition to his desire to make meritorious contributions, he also intended to change the bad impression of Japan and even the world on the Russian Imperial Army with his own practical actions.

And this time, when a similar atrocity was committed in front of him, he, who had just been appointed, "must resolutely defend law and order." No excesses are tolerated. We must never offend the dignity of the Japanese people." Plus a deep hatred for such things. He can't afford not to act.

At this time, the Japanese woman's upper body clothes had been completely torn off, and the Russian riding on her body pulled her white and tender breasts with his hands for a while, and then reached down with his hand, wanting to tear off her skirt, but the cloth used in the Japanese woman's dress was very thick, and the woman's legs were very powerful. I couldn't help but curse there.

"Stop! You bastard! Kondrachenko scolded and raised his rifle, "Let go of that woman!" He commanded loudly in Russian.

The abuser obviously didn't expect his own person in his back, his body stiffened, his movements stopped, and the Japanese woman also saw Kondrachenko with a rifle, her eyes widened in horror, and she stopped struggling.

"Get up from her! You bastard! Kondrachenko saw that he was still riding on the woman, his heart was on fire, and he commanded loudly.

"Hey! Don't bite a bastard, okay! Didn't anyone teach you what to do when you saw the chief? The man stood up from the woman. Turned around and faced Kondrachenko. Said in a mocking tone.

Kondrachenko glanced at the insignia on the military uniform and cap that the other party threw on the ground, and he was shocked to find that the other party was also a second lieutenant, with a rank equal to his own.

"What you are doing is a disgrace to the Russian army!" Kondlachenko deliberately raised his head so that the other party could also see his rank.

The other party saw that Kondrachenko was also a second lieutenant, and a look of sorrow flashed in his eyes.

"Put your clothes on!" Kondrachenko shouted. The shaky root of the other party made him feel unhappy.

The other party smiled absently, spread his hands, walked to his clothes, and began to put on his pants.

"Do you like this woman? I'm good for you! I can help you control the wind and prevent anyone from disturbing you. The other party laughed while getting dressed.

"Shut up!" Feeling insulted, Kondrachenko shouted a shout, and the muzzle of the gun moved.

"Watch your gun! You guy! You don't really want to kill me, do you? Seeing that Kondrachenko's finger was on the trigger all the time, the other party's face changed and asked.

"You're going to be tried by a court-martial!" Kondrachenko replied loudly.

"Fuck the court-martial! Dude, don't be funny! Who do you think you are? The other party sneered, but a hint of panic flashed in his eyes.

"I'm the captain of the 'Hound Dog' unit appointed by the Security Committee! You who have violated military discipline can be executed at any time! If you don't want to die, be honest with me! Kondrachenko exclaimed.

"Good, good! Count you ruthless! The other party spat hard and began to quickly get dressed.

"Your name! Military rank! Belong to the troops! Kondrachenko asked, staring at him.

"You'd better be polite, brother." The other party glared at him fiercely, but still reported his name, "Ivan? Petroevich? Gromsky, second lieutenant of the army, of the 3rd regiment of the 1st Cossack Volunteer Brigade. What is your name? The other party asked rhetorically.

"Roman? Isidorovich? Kondrachenko. Kondrachenko hesitated, but gave his name anyway.

"Alright, Roman? See, Isidorovich, let's make a deal, okay? Gromsky got dressed, turned to Kondrachenko, who had been holding a gun at him, and said, "Since you don't want this woman, and you don't want me, then we don't want her, I didn't get it done anyway, you saw it, we let her go, you pretend you didn't see anything, it just didn't happen...... I will thank you very much. ”

As he spoke, Gromsky pulled out a gleaming oval disc from his shirt and threw it at Kondrachenko's feet.

Kondrachenko glanced down at what was at his feet, the disc was large and thick, with crooked Japanese characters engraved on it, and he recognized it as a Japanese gold coin.

"It's gold, do you want it? Think less? I still have it here. As he spoke, Gromsky pulled out another Japanese gold coin and threw it over.

Kondrachenko hesitated, he was not greedy for the two gold coins that Gromsky bribed him, although he was not ashamed of the other party's behavior, but he still had concerns about killing the other party because of this incident. Although his current appointment gives him some enforcement powers. But he can't represent a court-martial, after all.

"Help! Brother! I promise. Never again! Seeing Kondrachenko's hesitation, the other party was overjoyed and said in a earnest tone.

"Alright! You go and let go of that woman! Kondrachenko sighed and put away his rifle, but did not pick up the two gold coins.

Gromsky agreed, walked to the tree, and reached for the rope that bound the woman's hands, when Kondrachenko heard what seemed to be the sound of a soo in the grass in the distance. Just as he was about to turn his head, he saw that Gromsky had an extra revolver in his hand, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at him.

A grim smile appeared on the corner of Gromsky's mouth, and Kondrachenko realized what he wanted to do, and for a moment he was shocked, and was about to speak, when the other party had already pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

Kondlachenko felt a tremendous force hit the rifle in his hand, causing it to hit the surgically closed wound in his abdomen, and the sharp pain knocked him down at once, leaving him with no strength all over his body. fell to the ground.

"Self-righteous guy! Go to hell! Gromsky saw that Kondrachenko was still glaring at him, and raised his pistol. Aimed at Kondrachenko's head.

Kondrachenko knew that he would not have the good fortune of the other party's bullet hitting the rifle again this time, and his heart couldn't help but be filled with despair.

But at this moment, an unexpected change happened.

From the tree beside Gromsky, a gray sturdy woman suddenly jumped down.

The woman landed silently behind Gromsky, and just as he was about to pull the trigger of the revolver in his hand again from Kondrachenko, the woman swung her long knife and slashed at the back of Gromsky's neck.

Gromsky's facial expression froze suddenly, his head was separated from his neck, and he rolled to the ground, and then from the broken neck, blood shot out like a fountain, and then Gromsky's body shook and fell to the ground.

Kondrachenko couldn't believe his eyes, and when the flying blood splashed on his face, he felt the warmth, and he realized that what was happening in front of him was the truth.

The woman looked at Kondrachenko, who was trembling on the ground, and swung the long knife in her hand again, cutting the rope that bound the Japanese woman, and using the tip of the knife to pick the knots that bound her hands.

Kondrachenko stared at the savior in front of him - a young Japanese woman, dressed in a gray tight-fitting suit that showed her figure, with shiny steel armor on her chest, elbows, shoulders, wrists and knees, two revolvers hanging from her waist and a rifle on her back.

Kondrachenko knew that he had met a Japanese female ninja - his superficial knowledge of ninjas came from his own homework in the library before he applied to come to Japan.

The beautiful female ninja looked at him for a moment, did not speak, but plunged the long knife back into the scabbard at her waist with lightning speed.

"Who are you?" Kondrachenko couldn't help but ask.

The female ninja didn't answer, just stared at him, her hands slowly hanging down to her waist, Kondrachenko knew that as soon as he showed signs of touching a weapon, the other party would pull out the revolver on his waist with his unimaginable quick movements, and shoot his own head.

His rifle had already been damaged by the first shot of Gromsky's sneak attack, and although the French revolver that Naumenko had given him was still on his waist, he knew that in his current state, there was no way to use it.

What's more, the other party actually saved his own life, although he guessed that the other party might belong to the camp of the enemy army, but the sense of honor of the Russian officer made it impossible for him to do anything unfavorable to the savior.

"She doesn't understand Russian, Second Lieutenant Kondrachenko." A male voice spoke fluent Russian, not far behind him.

Kondrachenko jerked around, and this time he saw a masked man dressed in gray.

The masked man's attire and weapons are almost identical to those of female ninjas, except that instead of a katana at his waist, he has an eerie short knife with an axe-like head stuck in his hand.

The female ninja was very respectful of the masked man, and when she saw him appear, she bowed slightly to him and saluted.

"Who are you?" Kondrachenko felt an inexplicable majesty emanating from this man, and his voice trembled.

"My name is Lin Yiqing, you should have heard my name, right?" The masked man smiled and replied.

"Lin Yiqing! That Qianguo man!? Kondrachenko was shocked to hear the masked man's name come out.

The name Lin Yiqing is no longer very unfamiliar in the Russian army.

Kondrachenko subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch the handle of the revolver on his waist, when Lin Yiqing said again: "Don't do stupid things, Second Lieutenant Kondrachenko, I have no intention of killing you, if I want to kill you, I won't wait for your 'comrade-in-arms' to do it." ”

When he heard Lin Yiqing say the word "comrade-in-arms", he deliberately accentuated his tone, and Kondrachenko couldn't help but blush.

Obviously, the other party has seen everything that happened just now. (To be continued......)

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