Lost and Spy

Nishino Yao finally met Natsume Seiichiro.

Deep down in his heart, he extremely despises this commander.

He shouldered the high hopes of the empire, but did not persist until the last moment.

Moreover, during the chat with the Americans, he also learned that Natsume Seiichiro actually surrendered!
Unforgivable!

This is simply a disgrace to the empire!

If it wasn't for the purpose of finding out the whereabouts of the explosives, he wouldn't want to see this guy at all!

He suppressed his nausea and appeared in front of Natsume Seiichiro.

"Oh, he's also Japanese." Natsume Seiichiro also felt a little curious about Nishino Yao.

How come a Japanese brought me dinner?
"Yes, Your Excellency." Nishino Yoshi said respectfully: "I am a Japanese overseas Chinese, and I used to work for Nishino Club."

"Oh, you are that Nishino Yao."

Although Natsume Seiichiro does not know the identity of Nishino Yoshi, he has heard about what happened to Nishino Club.

"Yes, Your Excellency." Nishino Yao put the dinner in front of Natsume Seiichiro: "Please eat."

"I still miss our rice balls."

Natsume Seiichiro sighed softly.

Nishino Yoshi turned his head and looked around, finding that no one was paying attention to him, and then whispered: "Your Excellency, I have something to ask you."

There is still great danger.

In case Natsume Seiichiro has completely lost his courage and betrayed himself, then he is really finished.

But in order to avenge his family, he is willing to take this risk.

Besides, even if he died, there was still hope for Liu Ze Yazi and Ye Yue to complete the task.

Natsume Seiichiro said lightly: "What's the matter, let's talk."

"Here, there are explosives, do you know?"

Nishino Yao did not dare to waste time and directly asked his purpose.

Natsume Seiichiro glanced at him: "What do you do?"

"I'm from the Sakura Club."

"Sakura Club?" Natsume Seiichiro smiled: "They've already left, what are you still doing here?"

"Your Excellency, although I am not a soldier, I am Japanese." Yao Nishino said solemnly: "For the empire, for His Majesty the Emperor, I am willing to give everything of myself!
Sir, I know you failed, but that is not the result you want to see.We can still fight and we can still destroy the Americans here.Please help me, sir! "

Now, it's time for Natsume Seiichiro to make a choice.

Once Yao Nishino found the explosives, all the Japanese prisoners of war here, including himself, would die here.

So what is the point of surrender?

However, unexpectedly, Natsume Seiichiro asked: "Do you really want to do this?"

"Yes, Your Excellency, I think so." Nishino Yoshi said decisively, "I am ready to sacrifice!"

"On the third floor, go upstairs to the fifth room, go in, the back of the cabinet is hollow, and the things you want are there."

Natsume Seiichiro actually knew where the explosives were stored: "Now, you are satisfied."

Nishino Yao bowed deeply: "Thank you, Your Excellency!"

Natsume Seiichiro sighed: "The war should have ended long ago. Nishino-kun, you will not succeed. Listen to my advice and give up."

"Never give up." Nishino Yoshi didn't even hesitate for a second: "I will fight to the last moment for the Empire and His Majesty the Emperor!"

……

The regrouped Japanese troops rushed up again as if they were going crazy.

But what they were facing was the harvesting ground of the god of death.

They had no chance of success at all, and Meng Shaoyuan, who was watching the battle, was very sure of this.

"Major, telegram."

Lieutenant William came over: "We have completely broken through the Quezon Bridge."

"Really?" Meng Shaoyuan was not surprised at all: "That is to say, the battle in Bashihe has come to an end, and defeated soldiers will appear soon."

"Yes, Major." Lieutenant William became excited: "My idea is that Company F will deal with the enemy in front of us, and the Ranger Battalion will allocate half of its strength to stop the rout, and use the other half as a mobile force."

In terms of military accomplishment, Meng Shaoyuan was not as good as the opponent.

Therefore, Meng Shaoyuan, who knew his own shortcomings, basically did not interfere with their use of troops: "Do what you want."

In other words, let the other party look at you, just like looking at the god of war.

One afternoon's war was extremely cruel.

Of course, this is for the Japanese army.

When another Japanese attack was repulsed, the Americans began to enjoy their dinner.

Yes, enjoy.

"It's a pity that there is no ice cream." Lieutenant William suddenly sighed: "The bastards in the logistics don't know what to do."

On the battlefield, the most popular among American soldiers is "milk ice cream".

In one year, the U.S. military consumed [-] tons of ice cream raw materials.

However, this kind of summer dessert is too popular, and the supply is always in short supply, and there is not enough for it to be shipped. For this reason, the logistics department has formulated two special regulations:
Wounded soldiers can enjoy unlimited amounts.

Secondly, when searching for the downed pilot, if the pilot can be found in time, the search and rescue team will be exchanged for ice cream of the same weight based on the weight of the pilot.

If it is a special pilot, such as a captain or an ace pilot, the reward will be doubled.

Stimulated by this regulation, the rescue rate of pilots has reached 65% in a short period of time, which has doubled.

"Come on, there will be ice cream."

When he thought of ice cream, Meng Shaoyuan couldn't help but swallowed quietly. The compressed biscuits coated with jam in his hand felt tasteless. He had to take out the chocolate, broke off a piece, put it in his mouth, chewed it, and fingered it. Point to the opposite:
"You should think about what those Japanese monkeys across the way are eating, and you will feel happy."

Lieutenant William picked up the binoculars.

Yes, those Japanese monkeys are eating too.

What I ate was rice balls.

Even the miso soup is gone.

The rice balls eaten by the Japanese army not only had no calories, but the quantity could not be guaranteed at all.

In Manila, the Japanese soldiers could only eat one meal a day, one rice ball per meal.

Moreover, they are all smaller versions of rice balls.

"You know, now they can't even guarantee one rice ball a day."

Meng Shaoyuan ate another piece of chocolate: "Let's make a bet, if you throw out a can of their shoe-shine luncheon meat now, they will snatch it back at any cost."

"Throw away the can, what can I use to shine shoes?"

Lieutenant William's answer made Meng Shaoyuan laugh.

Then, this boring guy, literally opened up a can of luncheon meat and threw it out.

Within a moment, two Japanese soldiers were seen approaching quietly.

"Don't shoot."

Meng Shaoyuan stopped an American soldier: "Let them take it away. It's nothing to kill two enemies with one can, but when the can reaches the Japanese army, I think we will have a good show!"