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

The director of the Japanese Archives, Yamashita, had nothing better to do than to provoke Qiao Youzhi, and had his leg broken. He was sweating profusely from the pain, but he dared not make a sound.

Qiao Youzhi approached him and squatted down: "Mr. Curator, can I see the information about the peninsula today?"

"Of course, we're closed for your convenience." Yamashita lowered his head. He knew how powerful the Americans were. No matter who told them to do something to you, they would do it to you.

Qiao Youzhi didn't say anything, but pressed his hand on Shanxia's broken leg, and Shanxia screamed in pain.

"The curator's leg is broken." Qiao Youzhi stood up and pulled Shanxia up.

I felt a sharp pain from the broken bones at the foot of the mountain, and sweat dripped down my face.

Qiao Youzhi carried him forward. As soon as his feet touched the ground at the foot of the mountain, he screamed in pain, and every step he took felt like a piercing pain in his heart.

Everyone watching was scared and cried.

After walking a dozen steps and coming back, Qiao Youzhi threw the old man down the mountain. The old man was soaked in sweat and lay on the ground motionless.

Qiao Youzhi sat aside, crossing his legs: "It looks like it's really broken. In that case, I'll find a US military doctor to treat you."

After a while, three cars arrived, and three doctors, three nurses, and six American soldiers got out.

A bed was placed in the archives, and the patient was lifted up from the mountain, and the surgery was performed on the spot.

The American soldiers held Shanxia down without any anesthetic. The doctor simply cut open the flesh, connected the displaced bones, sutured them, and finally put on a plaster cast. Shanxia was already dying.

Qiao Youzhi ordered the American soldiers to send him home.

When the few people who were shot by Qiao Yongzhi heard that they had to go to the US military hospital for treatment, they were so scared that they knelt down on the spot and begged for mercy.

Qiao Youzhi patted his chest and said, "I shot you, I will take responsibility for it."

Several of the people who were shot shook their heads desperately: "Sir, we fell down by ourselves, you didn't hit us."

Qiao Youzhi sneered and told them to get lost.

No one in the archives dared to disrespect Qiao Youzhi anymore.

Soon, the information that Qiao Youzhi wanted to see was sent to him by the Japanese, some of which were printed with "no permission".

Qiao Youzhi pointed at the three words: "What do you mean?"

"Please feel free to look around." Deputy Director Murakami said respectfully.

A document read: Nomura Battalion entered Fengyun Cave and captured 117 men from the peninsula. They were all beheaded outside the village, including the female soldiers. The next day, they were beheaded before the troops opened the way and their bodies were doused with gasoline and burned.

Among them was a little boy with handsome looks, so the captain ordered him to be kept and sent to the capital of the peninsula for adoption, in the hope that he would serve Japan in the future. He was named Li Yangzheng.

At that time, the Japanese army would also adopt some babies from the peninsula after a massacre. For example, An Zhonggen, who assassinated Prime Minister Yi Teng, had a son who was adopted by the Japanese.

Qiao Youzhi was very satisfied with the information and called Deputy Curator Murakami: "Please make a new copy of this information and print these photos again. Remember, change the name of Li Yangzheng to An Yongxi."

Deputy Director Murakami did as he was told immediately.

In less than half an hour, the information was sorted out, the photos were developed and put into a file bag.

Qiao Youzhi returned to the military camp satisfied.

After resting for a while, he came to the cell where Ahn Young-hee was imprisoned. His life was guaranteed and Ahn Young-hee became much more energetic.

Seeing Qiao Youzhi coming, he immediately stood at attention: "Sir! You pardoned me and saved my life, so you are my second parents!"

Qiao Youzhi found it pleasing to the ear. This grandson knew how to flatter, so he threw the information provided by the Japanese Archives on the table and let An Yongxi read it himself.

An Yongxi took out the information, which said that their village was massacred, leaving only a little boy, that is, him. So, both his biological parents were killed by the Japanese. Especially when he saw those photos, An Yongxi burst into tears, banged his head against the wall, gnashed his teeth in hatred, stamped his feet and beat his chest.

Qiao Youzhi said with a straight face: "Do you know your background?"

"Sir, why are you helping me?" An Yongxi's face was full of tears.

"We are not only helping you, we are also helping your country, aren't we?"

An Yongxi fell to his knees and said, "Sir, I have nothing to repay you for."

Qiao Youzhi laughed: "I hope you can understand your past and stop working for the Japanese. The Japanese killed your entire family and your village, leaving you behind, and then asked you to work for them. How ironic! Now you know everything, and you should know which side you are on."

"Sir, as long as you can use me, I will go through fire and water." An Yongxi said this sincerely, and every day can see it.

"Okay, we will hire you for a job if there is a chance." Qiao Youzhi said and got up and left.

An Yongxi is actually the descendant of a traitor to the Korean Peninsula. His grandfather went to school in Japan. When the Japanese invaded the peninsula for the first time, his grandfather was a translator. His father had been an official during the Japanese rule and helped the Japanese to massacre their compatriots. Later, he was assassinated by the rebels on the peninsula. At that time, An Yongxi was too young to remember much. In addition, he went to a Japanese school and later joined the Japanese army. A few days later, Japan surrendered and he became a Han army. In fact, he had been working for the Japanese in secret.

This time, he was fooled by Qiao Youzhi and thought his biological father was a liar. He felt that the Japanese were so hateful. A few days ago, he regretted not having a pure Japanese surname.

Qiao Youzhi instructed the American soldiers to move him to a bigger cell. Although he could not come out, the American soldiers no longer stood guard at the door, and the food they sent to him was better. They even sent him Korean kimchi that morning, and An Yongxi was so moved that he burst into tears.

After breakfast, Qiao Youzhi came. An Yongxi was extremely smart. As soon as he saw Qiao Youzhi's expression, he knew something was wrong.

"Sir." Ahn Young-hee stood straight.

"An Yongxi, we are iron-clad allies. I have decided to assign you a task. Can you accept it?"

"Sir, I can get into the frying pan without any problem."

"It's definitely not a frying pan. The thing is, our U.S. military is fighting on the peninsula and needs a lot of supplies, but shipping them from the U.S. is a waste of time. We decided to start the Japanese factory. You know, we don't trust the Japanese."

"There are no good people in Japan." An Yongxi interjected angrily.

Qiao Youzhi nodded in agreement: "We don't trust them very much, so we thought of you. We hope you can go to the factory to supervise their work. This job won't be too difficult for you, right?"

"Sir, it's not difficult at all. I will never let you down." An Yongxi was grateful. He finally had the opportunity to deal with the Japanese. I will soon become the master.

"Okay, if you agree, we'll set off right away."

Ahn Young-hee was a little impatient.

Qiao Youzhi gave him a US Army uniform and told him: "You are now a US Army sergeant. You can come up with an American name, or you don't have to. There is no need to tell the Japanese what your name is when you go there. You just need to supervise them to do their work. If anyone doesn't do their job well, you must punish them severely to let them know how powerful you are."

An Yongxi felt strength and nodded vigorously.

Qiao Youzhi drove to the Sanling factory.

The head of the factory had already come to greet us.

Qiao Youzhi introduced: "This sergeant will be stationed in the factory in the future. I hope you can take good care of him."

The Japanese factory boss saw that the boy had an oriental face and looked very much like their second-class citizen, the Han people. Despite this, the Japanese factory boss no longer had the look of a colonizer. Who knew who the other party was? He hurriedly bent down and bowed, his face almost touching the ground.

When An Yongxi saw the Japanese like this, he was a little uncomfortable and almost bowed before the Japanese. But when he saw the tall Qiao Youzhi, he suddenly realized that he was now a lackey of the Americans, specifically targeting the Japanese. Now it is the Americans who rule, not you Japanese. He immediately raised his head proudly.

An Yongxi went to the workshop and stayed in the VIP suite prepared by the Japanese for Qiao Youzhi at night.

I felt a little uncomfortable on my first day at work, especially when I saw the fierce eyes of the Japanese men. My waist and legs became weak as a conditioned reflex. If Qiao Youzhi hadn't followed behind me, I might have really knelt down.

When Qiao Youzhi was about to leave at night, An Yongxi was so anxious that he was sweating all over his forehead. Qiao Youzhi was so angry that he slapped him twice. He had no choice but to muster up the courage to go back to the room and lock the door.

Lying on a bed that he had never slept in his life, his heart was pounding: "Will the Japanese kill me? The Japanese kill us like chickens! What's more, we are still in Japan."

While I was daydreaming, someone knocked on the door. An Yongxi was so scared that his soul flew away. He really came to kill me.