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

The three battles are about to begin, and the US military needs thousands of supplies. In order to ensure supply, it is very necessary to activate Japan's productivity.

Countless Japanese men who used to beg on the street were driven into factories, which was exactly what Japan wanted.

Admiral Mac himself does not trust the Japanese. If the Japanese add some toxic substances into production, such as drinking water, it will be a disaster for the US military.

In order to put a collar around the Japanese people's necks that can be tightened at any time, Admiral Mac required that all Japanese factories producing supplies for the US military must have US military supervisors.

Qiao Youzhi became one of the supervisors, responsible for 30 subordinate factories, producing medical first aid kits for the US military.

On the first day at work, the head of the Sanling family personally greeted Qiao Youzhi outside the gate, and when he saw him, he stuffed a small bag into his hand.

Qiao Youzhi weighed it and found it was metal. If he guessed correctly, it should be gold. Qiao Youzhi nodded and said, "You are sensible."

The factory arranged a commander-level suite for Qiao Youzhi, with an extra-large luxurious bed. The supervisor was very tired, so they made sure he lived comfortably.

Qiao Youzhi entered the room and took a look, then threw the gold package sent by Sanling Family onto the cabinet and said he was going to check the production line.

The Japanese servants did not dare to neglect Qiao Youzhi. After he left, they arranged a sedan chair carried by two people for him. Qiao Youzhi refused, saying that if he wanted to ride in the sedan chair, he might as well ride directly on the back of the Japanese servants.

In the workshop, Japanese workers are working hard.

Qiao Youzhi walked around and found many veterans.

Most of the Japanese veterans who were able to come back alive came from the Chinese battlefield. Only a few survived the Pacific battlefield. Only China repatriated them in large numbers, which gave these bastards an easy opportunity.

Don't be happy if I couldn't deal with you in China. I'll deal with you the same way when I come to Japan today.

The person in charge of the Sanling family was afraid that Qiao Youzhi would get tired, so he arranged for two people to carry a chair so that he could sit down and rest at any time.

He also did not forget to boast to Qiao Youzhi: "Major, in the battle some time ago, the Chinese army blew up the Shuimen Bridge and cut off the retreat of the 1st Marine Division. It was our 30th Company that cast the bridge parts according to the Shuimen Bridge blueprints, and then used US military transport planes to airdrop them. We rebuilt a bridge in a very short time."

Qiao Youzhi curled his lips and thought to himself, "I knew it was you bastards who did this, and you're still showing off to me. Just wait and see."

After praising him a few words, he sent the person in charge of the Sanling family away. The man was ugly and kept chattering in his ears like a fly. The girl wanted to slap him to death.

Back in the workshop, the Japanese workers worked even harder when they saw Qiao Youzhi.

Qiao Youzhi was sulking and walking back and forth, his eyes falling on a middle-aged man in his forties.

This kid has a pair of rat eyes on his squash-like face. He never looks at people straight in the face. He has crooked eyebrows and squinting eyes. You can tell at first glance that he is not a good person. This kid has many scars on his body, all left by bullets. When he walks, he stands on tiptoe on the left side and his leg is also injured.

During the lunch break, Qiao Youzhi called the boy over.

"What is your name?"

"My name is Ichiro Nakamoto."

"Where did you serve in the army?"

"The Sixth Division."

Qiao Youzhi's heart tightened: "Asshole, the culprit of the massacre." He wanted to shoot him immediately, but then he thought that if he shot him, it would be a bargain for this kid, and he should be cut into pieces. Thinking of this, he kept his face calm and asked lightly: "Have you ever fought in a war?"

Ichiro Nakamoto bowed and asked, "Have you fought in China?" Nakamoto knew that the Americans were at war with the Chinese, so he only mentioned fighting with the Chinese and never mentioned fighting with the Americans. In fact, this guy killed a lot of Americans during the Bataan march.

Qiao Youzhi narrowed his eyes and asked, "What kind of war did you fight?"

"Shanghai, Nanjin, Wuhan, Changsha."

"Have you fought behind enemy lines?"

Ichiro Nakamoto rolled his eyes and said, "We fought them later. They were too difficult to fight. I injured my leg in the battle with them, so I went home."

Qiao Youzhi laughed and said, "Zhongben, how many people do you know who have fought in China? Call more of them over. Let's exchange experiences after work. We are on the peninsula, fighting against them."

Ichiro Nakamoto's eyes widened and he kept bowing: "Of course, of course!"

In the evening, the leader of the Sanling family invited Qiao Youzhi to stay.

Qiao Youzhi didn't dare to do that. He could only sleep well if he lived in the American military camp.

It was still light, so we drove back to the barracks.

My mind is full of thoughts on how to kill veterans like Ichiro Nakamoto. In fact, if he wants to, he can collapse at any time, but he feels that this way, it is too easy for these bastards.

They must perish in misery.

There was another person imprisoned in the military camp, who was a subordinate of Park Yong-ri who was executed.

He was originally going to be executed, but before the execution, this guy pulled up his crotch and said that he was a Han Chinese and he wanted to die in Han Country even if he died.

Colonel Robben kept him because he thought they were still fighting alongside their allies from the Han Kingdom.

Thinking of this kid, Qiao Youzhi came up with an idea. "Don't go back to your hometown for now. I'll find you something good to do." Then he went to the cell where this kid was imprisoned.

The American soldiers on guard saw Qiao Youzhi and stood at attention: "Sir."

The imprisoned Han Guoren thought that someone was here to execute him, and his crotch was wet again. He knelt in the cell, and kowtowed when he didn't see Qiao Youzhi, causing bleeding on his forehead.

Qiao Youzhi stood at the door and ordered, "Stand up."

The Han people did not dare and just kowtowed.

"If you don't stand up, I'll shoot you now."

These words worked. The Han people stood up trembling, lowered their heads and dared not look at Qiao Youzhi.

"Look at me like a soldier."

The Han people barely dared to look at Qiao Youzhi.

"What's your name?"

"An Yongxi."

"Your last name is also An." Qiao Youzhi thought of a Han countryman who also had the last name An, An Zhonggen. Thinking of this, he asked, "Have you ever known or heard of An Zhonggen?"

An Yongxi's eyes flashed with anger, and he whispered: "He is the criminal who assassinated Prime Minister Yiteng."

Qiao Youzhi swung his arm and slapped him: "You didn't say he was a Han Chinese, only the Japanese said he was a criminal."

Ahn Young-hee felt a little aggrieved. From childhood to adulthood, he was taught that Ahn Jong-geun was a criminal.

Fortunately, Qiao Youzhi slapped him and made him understand: "Sir, you are right. I was educated by Japanese slaves since I was a child. I have forgotten my ancestors. I deserve to die."

Qiao Youzhi was a little disappointed: "An Yongxi, you have been deceived. We still haven't given up on you. We hope you can be a real Dahan man. In addition, I tell you, you will not be shot. Your identity as a Han country is real. We have investigated it clearly."

An Yongxi only remembered the sentence that he would not be shot. He was so happy that he covered his face and jumped up and down in the cell like a madman.

Qiao Youzhi turned and left. He was thinking about how to change An Yongxi's mind from being a slave of the Japanese to being a slave of the United States.

Early the next morning, Qiao Youzhi went to the factory to check and then went to the Japanese archives to get some information.

The director of the Japanese Archives was an old man in his fifties named Yamashita. He was very dissatisfied when he saw Qiao Youzhi breaking in as if he were entering his own home, and ignored Qiao Youzhi.

Qiao Youzhi started to be more polite to him: "Want to find some information about the Japanese army's rule over the peninsula?"

Director Yamashita directly refused: "The museum is closed today, come back tomorrow."

Qiao Youzhi immediately understood that I was not welcome. Well done, you are brave. I was just trying to test the sharpness of the knife, and you washed your neck and delivered it to me.

He took two steps closer, stared at Shanxia, ​​and was about to open his mouth, but then he felt it was a waste of words to talk to such a person, so he punched the old Japanese on the temple, then stepped on his thigh, and kicked him twice, breaking Shanxia's leg bones.

Several Japanese men wearing glasses immediately came out from the archives to help Yamaguchi down.

Qiao Youzhi shot them one by one, breaking the arms of those who stretched out their hands. He blew the smoke from the muzzle of the gun proudly and told them with his eyes that whoever went to help would have his arm broken.

The gunshots attracted more people, who were so frightened that they stood aside and trembled, and no one dared to say a word.

Qiao Youzhi walked down the mountain again, determined to teach him a lesson.