The Japanese war zone in Shanghai, where the Japanese army has occupied it for a few days, but the smell of the battlefield still floats in the air.

The smell of blood, corpse stench, and the smell of gunpowder soaked in the soil irritates the nostrils from time to time.

Several soldiers wearing full Japanese military uniforms and holding 38 rifles, led by a Shao Zuo, slowly wandered around the battlefield like ghosts at night.

Walking to an open field with several wrecks nearby, the officer leading the team turned around, and the adjutant immediately ran to his side.

"Disperse, hide in the vicinity, prepare fire cover ......"

"Yes, sir."

Tetsujiro Yamaoka was walking slowly on the ruins of the Japanese war zone, and he gave the order to the adjutant next to him to suggest immediately.

"Sir, this is a Japanese-occupied area, and no one is following them, so let's run back."

The man's eyes were full of hope, and if he had said that he had escaped, now was the best chance to escape.

Tetsujiro Yamaoka's eyes closed, then slowly opened, and he turned his head and drank,

"Who else thinks that?"

Feeling the fierce and dangerous light in Tetsujiro Yamaoka's eyes, the rest of the soldiers lowered their heads. I know that Tetsujiro Yamaoka is an admirer of the rigid samurai spirit.

"We are all samurai, can we change what the samurai said at will, and are you not even as good as the Shina people?"

In fact, these soldiers were eager to tell him the truth, that it was no longer the era of the samurai, and that it was okay to tell some lies for the sake of their own freedom.

The adjutant reluctantly led his soldiers to disperse and hide in the wreckage of a nearby building, and one of the soldiers reminded him,

"Now that he's standing there alone, maybe he's begging for death......"

As he spoke, he gently pulled the bolt, and no one said a word, and everyone stared at his movements with cold and hopeful eyes.

What Tetsujiro Yamaoka thinks, no one knows.

In the darkness of the night, he could only be seen pulling out a short knife and slashing the telephone line leading to the North Shore Ministry of Industry building.

But his arrangement was obviously to give the others a chance to shoot his black gun, and then everyone fled back to the Japanese side together.

But Naganami Heiming, who played the role of Jiro Yamaoka's adjutant, said softly,

"Hmph, you're thinking too much of an adult. He can let us out, and you think he's going to leave us behind. This matter is not led by Yamaoka-kun, can we run back? Don't move your hands and put down the gun slowly, I guess the strange gun that doesn't make a sound is pointing at your head right now. ”

A discussion that was so low that even a small wind could blow it away made the soldiers look around.

It's calm, even though it's not a battlefield, and even though it's November, the surrounding environment still makes the soldiers nervous.

"Sure enough, they still don't believe us."

"I don't understand why Yamaoka-kun is so determined to be loyal to that big ...... Phew, Zhang ......"

"Shut up, we can't beat him, and in terms of combat performance, adults are not comparable to ordinary people. To put it mildly, if we were on the battlefield, we would probably all die in the final explosion of the Four Rows Warehouse. So, even though we are warring parties, you still have to respect him as if he were a samurai. ”

The soldiers' arguments were very low, but they were also extremely heated.

In the eyes of Japanese soldiers, Zhang Sixing is undoubtedly a hero.

If it weren't for the battlefield, they would have willingly become his retainers. For those who have the spirit of bushido in their hearts, it is a matter of course to surrender to the strong.

But......

Glancing around, Chang Nan Pingming asked the subordinates around him softly,

"How far do you think you can run under the silent sniper-gun, kill all of us, no more than three sniper teams, six people, or even four."

As soon as the words fell, the hearts of all the Japanese prisoners of war were throbbing with nervousness. Especially the soldier who had just aimed his rifle at Tetsujiro Yamaoka looked like he was about to be shot in the head by a sniper.

"But Chief Hill, why did he let us hide, and he stood there......"

After a while, another Japanese soldier whispered.

"Maybe he wants to serve his country and be fully loyal, and die like a real samurai."

It seems that Changnan Pingming, who has a very clear mind, said clearly, and his vigilant eyes did not look at the Japanese army, but stared at the dark and heavy behind. It seems to be wondering how many meters a sniper can hit at night, and whether the place where they are ambushed is fifty or a hundred meters.

Soon after, a telephone soldier, escorted by several infantry soldiers, came to check the telephone line.

It can be seen that although it is in the occupied zone, the soldiers are still cautious.

"Hey, here, come on."

A shout rang out from the battlefield, and a Japanese officer flashed in the circle of light of a flashlight.

However, there seemed to be several corpses lying next to him, and it seemed that they were also Japanese soldiers, and it was not known who attacked and died.

For the officer's order, the Japanese junior soldiers did not dare to slack off, and ran over one by one deep and shallow in the wreckage of the building.

"Sir, what's going on here?"

The leading telephone soldier ran out of breath, and the flashlight swiped across the surrounding corpses. As soon as they saw it, there was a fight, and they didn't even bother to ask for the password.

Suddenly, the Japanese officer grabbed the collar of the soldier in front of him who was carrying a wire roll,

"Bastard, why don't you ask for the password."

A few infantrymen who followed the telephone soldier came to the front and were about to speak, when suddenly something strange happened.

Originally thinking it was a corpse, several people in Japanese military uniforms jumped up suddenly. In the darkness of the night, the invisible blade let out a scream that cut through the air.

The next second the blade passed through the cavity, and the telephone soldier was about to shout, and then Tetsujiro Yamaoka's talon-like fingers locked his throat. Not only could he not make a sound, but he could even be cut off at any time.

"Now, call signs and secret words on both sides of me, or I have a hundred ways to make you want to die."

An hour later, the Japanese squad under Zhang Sixing withdrew.

"Let's go to the vicinity of the public ministry bureau building, and the adults said, just see how many eyes those guys have tomorrow, otherwise they will all be killed."

The soldier who followed him did not speak, but whispered in his heart:

That's a thousand regular soldiers, all killed...... It doesn't seem difficult for adults, but how many people were killed by the big explosion during the evacuation of the Sixing Warehouse Building. Alas, I hope that tomorrow's people will be smarter, there are always some powerful people in this world that we ordinary people can't fight against.

No matter what the Japanese soldiers thought, behind them, under a few inconspicuous shadows, something that did not look like a human figure slowly arched up from the ground.

It's still a strip of cloth, and it's still a hat that doesn't look like a steel helmet. They quietly followed behind the Japanese team led by Tetsujiro Yamaoka, ghostly and silently moving behind them.