Crossing North Korea, I became a US soldier, and my opponent was my grandfather.

The fat Japanese man didn't know why he was caught.

The Japanese in the room looked out the window. The lights had been turned on. Yang Yongjiang's soldiers pressed the Japanese onto a low bed and one of them took out a bayonet.

The Japanese understood and wanted us to eat Yoshida’s meat. I was so scared that I closed my eyes.

Yoshida, who was held down, screamed miserably. The Japanese man couldn't help but open his eyes. Yoshida was motionless, with a pool of blood under his neck.

The Japanese people lay on the kang, and no one spoke the whole night.

Early in the morning of the second day, Yang Yongjiang's soldiers brought two basins of meat.

The Japanese people vomited when they saw it. They didn't dare to even look at it, let alone eat it. They would vomit when they smelled the meat.

After seeing the meat in the basin, some people vomited even the green water they drank.

For two consecutive days, the Japanese could not eat or drink, and became so thin that they were unrecognizable.

I worked in a factory some time ago. After a few days of good life, the fat I had gained on my body fell off in the past two days, and I was now just skin and bones.

If Qiao Youzhi had come back a few days later, several people would have starved to death.

Qiao Youzhi also knew that if these people fell into Yang Yongjiang's hands, they would not end well. As soon as he met Yang Yongjiang, he asked: "How are these people? How many died?"

"Only one will die."

"How did you die?"

"Kill it."

"What did you do after you killed him?"

"It's time to eat meat."

Qiao Youzhi almost vomited: "You are so disgusting. You can even eat their meat."

"We don't eat it, the devils eat it themselves."

Qiao Youzhi's stomach churned. He said, "Give them something decent and take it away tonight."

Yang Yongjiang asked: "How about the braised pork?"

Speaking of braised pork, Qiao Youzhi became envious.

Yang Yongjiang ordered people to buy two pigs, and all the meat was to be eaten by himself. It would not be given to the Japanese. The Japanese could not bear the sight of meat and would vomit if they saw it.

A pot of leftover meat was brought to the room where the Japanese were staying, but they didn't even look at it and just closed their eyes.

Qiao Youzhi watched secretly, smiled helplessly, asked someone to take the meat away, and asked Yang Yongjiang: "Is there anything else to eat?"

"It's just the pancake."

Then name the ingredients.

Qiao Youzhi thought, "It would be better to add some sand and gravel to them, and block these bastards inside."

But they were still useful, so they had to make a decision against their will and asked Yang Yongjiang to at least give them something to eat.

Yang Yongjiang recommends the Hanguo Army Hotpot.

Qiao Youzhi was amazed: "You have a good life here, and you even have hot pot."

Yang Yongjiang smiled and asked a platoon of soldiers to go to the Han Army camp and get two large barrels.

Han Jun was still wondering: "What are you doing this for?"

"Feed the pigs."

Han Jun cursed: "Asshole, you humiliated us, I ate it, what's there to be afraid of?"

The Japanese were so excited when they saw the hot pot soup that their eyes filled with tears. Especially when they saw Qiao Youzhi, who changed their meals as soon as he arrived, they all knelt down and said, "Captain George, you are our savior. As long as you say a word, we are willing to die for you."

Looking at their sallow faces, Qiao Youzhi was very satisfied: they looked more and more like people who had been starving in the mountains.

Seeing them all kneeling down, Qiao Youzhi had to put on a show: "I've been away for a few days and you've suffered." With these words, the moved Japanese people kowtowed collectively again.

Yang Yongjiang was so worried that he might break the kang, so he waited for Qiao Youzhi to come out and mocked him, "Were you disgusted when you said those words?"

"Disgusting." Qiao Youzhi told the truth.

After the meal, the Japanese were given new clothes. They were the old uniforms of the Chinese Army and the Northern Army. Nakamoto and others were somewhat reluctant, but when they heard that they were going to conduct reconnaissance behind enemy lines, they no longer had any extra ideas.

There is nothing wrong with the Chinese Army's clothes, they are all made of cotton and are lightweight, but they are torn in some places. The Northern Army's clothes are better looking, but they are not as warm as the Chinese Army's.

Qiao Youzhi's subsequent actions moved the Japanese so much that they were unable to repay him.

Qiao Youzhi gave them weapons, none other than the Type 38 rifle.

The Japanese were really excited. Ishii Zhenxiong put his gun on his back and took a few steps forward.

The Japanese present gave a thumbs up and said, "Ishii-kun is an excellent soldier."

Onoda was not convinced: "Humph, he can only stand guard, what else can he do."

Ishii was furious: "Onoda, what can you do? Do you dare to compete with me?"

Onoda shook his head and refused.

Ishii was somewhat pleased with himself: I can scare you to death. He took off his rifle, put on a bayonet, and performed a stabbing in the yard, stabbing and yelling at the same time.

What was shouted was the standard Japanese army's assassination command. Yang Yongjiang's soldiers outside the yard had not heard it for a long time. When they arrived at the gate of the yard, they saw a sharp bayonet. Without any hesitation, they emptied a magazine.

Ishii is completely dead.

The remaining Japanese people lay down one after another, looking for cover, as if they were ready to fight.

Yang Yongjiang's soldiers were not at all panicked. They reloaded the magazines and were ready to fire.

Some soldiers also climbed up the wall, holding submachine guns and staring at the Japanese in the yard with a fierce look.

Nakamoto felt something was wrong and couldn't confront them head-on. They had no bullets in their guns, so he asked Onoda to shout: It's a misunderstanding, it's a misunderstanding.

When Qiao Youzhi heard the gunshots, he also came over. After asking about the situation, he severely scolded Nakamoto and asked him to lead the Japanese to dig a hole and bury the stone well.

At night, Nakamoto and others boarded the truck.

Zhong Ben thought: "It's time to leave here." Before getting in the car, he asked Qiao Youzhi: "Sir, are we going to carry out the mission?"

"Yes."

"But there are no bullets."

Qiao Youzhi laughed and said, "There will be bullets." He then explained, "There are no bullets for the Type 38 rifles on the peninsula. We only found these rifles. The bullets were transferred from your country and have been loaded onto the ship."

Nakamoto was relieved and stared at Yang Yongjiang's soldiers: When we have bullets, we will make you pay.

Some Japanese people recalled the past.

"Back then, I landed on the peninsula and headed north. I took the train."

"I also started my military career in the peninsula. The mountains here still look so familiar. To be honest, if I jump out of the car now, I won't get lost in the peninsula. I was in the surveying and mapping team back then."

Some Japanese people started to make a noise: "Mr. Yamamoto, just jump out of the car. We wish you freedom."

Yamamoto really wanted to jump.

Nakamoto lifted the truck tarpaulin and saw Yang Yongjiang's convoy behind them with machine guns mounted on the roofs.

Yamamoto shut up.

The convoy rested during the day and marched at night, and it took two nights to reach the destination.

In a ravine, rows of tents have been set up.

Yang Yongjiang's soldiers set up a cordon on the surrounding hills and monitored them.

The task that Qiao Youzhi gave the Japanese was to familiarize themselves with the conditions in the mountains and march in the mountains every day.

After a few days, the Japanese couldn't bear it anymore. They drank ice water and ate garbage every day, and some of them fell ill every day.

Yang Yongjiang's people suddenly treated them better, took the sick people away and sent them to the hospital, but no one ever saw them come back.

Nakamoto understood that they could not come back, and if anyone had a fever in the future, they would never go to the hospital. The Japanese would rather carry the patients than leave them alone in the tent.

Qiao Youzhi was standing far away, holding a telescope, his heart bursting with joy. These evil beasts looked more and more like guerrillas. Their faces were red from the cold, some were frozen to pieces, their hands and feet were covered with frostbite, and their clothes were torn.

Yang Yongjiang had been in the mountains for almost ten days. He said to Qiao Youzhi, "Our contract was for ten days, but this has exceeded it by several days."

Qiao Youzhi patted him on the shoulder and said, "My friend, we will have a lot of cooperation in the future. In a few days, I will give you a factory and you will be the factory director soon."