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Chapter 67
(Some book friends didn’t read the author’s words. Let me explain. This paragraph is the foreshadowing of the follow-up plot. The jade plaque below is also a true story told by the elders. I don’t want everyone to subscribe to watch these. The later stage is all about spy war content. There are still four quarters for the protagonist to return to Jinling, this paragraph is not counted.)
Mizushima Hideyoshi recalled his life as a poor fisherman who struggled desperately. From the army to the army, and then to the army university, he paid too much.

Did you just die like this? I’m really not reconciled. My family members must be very sad when they learn about it. My parents have always been proud of me, and my younger brothers and sisters also use me as an example to fight for the kingdom’s kingly paradise.

Mizushima Hideyoshi resolutely raised the Nambu pistol, put the barrel into his mouth, and was about to pull the trigger. He could not be caught, and even a complete body could not be left, because it was a disgrace to the imperial soldiers.

"A sack of autumn beans."

Suddenly, a big hand held Mizushima Hideyoshi's gun tightly, preventing him from committing suicide, and Mizushima Hideyoshi fainted in a panic.

Zuo Zhong looked at the major in front of him curiously, and felt that this man was a little vain, he didn't forget to wear his military rank even in secret operations, so he was so bright that he wasn't afraid of being discovered.

Not to mention that the Kwantung Army would be willing to send a major to lead the team. This is an elite officer who can serve as the captain of the Japanese army. He is so young and may have graduated from the Army University.

Lu University graduates are the seedlings of the future regiment captains, brigade heads, and even division heads. Such an elite will die in Liuguo Hotel so silently.

Zuo Zhong put his hand on Major Zuo's carotid artery and touched it: "Replenish guns, don't leave a single one, remember to collect their weapons, those gas masks, tear gas bombs, MP18 are good things.

Take this guy to the restaurant and tell all the brothers to gather, I want to know the loss of the crossfire, MD, almost capsized in the gutter. "

He had guessed the Japanese attack route, but he didn't expect that the opponent was using three prongs and was not fully prepared. The result was really hard to say.

Gui Youguang carried an MP18 and reported: "Brother, the two brothers downstairs were slightly injured, and they were injured by our own grenade."

"Brother, the Japanese soldiers upstairs are all dead. We seriously injured one person and slightly injured two people." Wu Chunyang lowered his head, and he was a little ashamed that the ambush was still going on like this.

"What's going on?" Zuo Zhong looked serious. They couldn't get any supplements in the encirclement of the enemy, and their manpower was too short.

Wu Chunyang explained: "There was a sharpshooter in the Japanese army, and the brother who was seriously injured only showed half of his body, and he shot him in the chest."

"In future situations like this, in addition to the commander, we must first attack the opponent's sharpshooter, the threat is too great.

Let the doctor prepare for the operation immediately, and must save the injured brother. As many of us come, as many of us will leave. "

Zuo Chong rubbed his head, feeling glad that he didn't fight the Japanese recklessly, but chose to use the trap. If there was a regular battle, a sharpshooter could hold them all back.

At the same time, I am also glad that Ling Sanping has prepared the basic surgical instruments and medicines, otherwise he can only turn to outside "partners" for help.

Back at the dining room, the hostages crowded together like quails, not because they were afraid of the robbers, but because they were afraid of being accidentally injured by bullets. They could hear the fierce firefight outside.

"Gentlemen and ladies, I am very pleased to inform you that it seems that we will continue to get along for a while."

Hearing the masked man's words, the hostages were relieved and smiled. It doesn't matter if the robbers won, but the rescue team outside is too bastard. The bombs are rumbling, whether they want to save people or kill them.

Mizushima Hideyoshi was helped to a chair by two men in black, and Zuo Zhong took a chair and sat in front of him, with his arms resting on his knees and his chin resting on his hands, staring at him intently.

After a while, the drowsy Mizushima Hideyoshi woke up, maybe it was his intuition, he felt someone was watching him, and realized that maybe it was the masked bandit leader, he wanted to wipe the blood off his eyes, look at this Play yourself to an applauding opponent.

The men in black on both sides firmly held his hands to prevent the Japanese officer from suddenly getting violent, Zuo Zhong waved his hands, his movement skills are not good, but it's not too bad that he can't even deal with a cripple.

Mizushima Hideyoshi finally saw the masked man. Although he didn't see his face, the other party felt very gentle. It was this kind of person who defeated more than 100 Kwantung Army elites.

"Mr. Major, your time is running out."

"Yes, I know, sorry, my Chinese is not very good."

"It's okay, my Japanese is not very good either."

"Hehe, can I have a cigarette?"

Zuo Zhong helped Mizushima Hideyoshi light a cigarette and handed it to his mouth. Mizushima Hideyoshi took a puff with difficulty, and then began to cough violently.

"Cough cough cough."

"Can I ask what your name is, after all, the opponent is in a match."

"Mizushima Hideyoshi, Major of the Japanese Army, how about you?"

"Haha, you should call me a masked person, who in this world doesn't wear a mask."

Mizushima Hideyoshi froze for a moment, thinking about the masked man, he thought it was good. If it wasn't for a poor family, how could he have joined the army, maybe it would be good to be a captain.

"You're right, sometimes I wonder what I would be if it weren't for the war."

"It's not for you and me to decide. We are all just a piece of driftwood in the tide of history." Zuo Zhong said this, and asked his men to pour two glasses of red wine, "Is it okay?"

A blush flashed across Mizushima Hideyoshi's face: "Thank you so much, this kind of high-end red wine is not something I can afford."

Mizushima Hideyoshi took the glass and wanted to drink it all in one gulp, but when he was halfway through the drink, he let go of the glass, and the red wine merged with the blood on his military uniform.

Zuo Zhong looked at the dead Mizushima Hideyoshi for a while, sighed and stood up, took out his pistol and shot him in the chest.

The hostages and his subordinates didn't understand why he did this. What a hatred it was, but didn't the two just sit and talk a few words.

Gui Youguang was also surprised: "He is already dead."

Zuo Zhong pointed to Mizushima Hideyoshi: "Did you see the jade badge on his neck? We Chinese wear it for children. Where do you think the owner of the jade badge is now?"

It was a beautifully crafted jade tablet with the words Longevity and Longevity written on it. You can imagine how much the parents of the owner of the jade tablet loved this child and hoped that he would grow up healthy and inherit the family business.

But the arrival of the Japanese made all this an extravagant hope. Maybe it was this precious jade medal that caused the child to die. How many Chinese people were killed and plundered by Japanese troops from the bottom like Hideyoshi Mizushima.

The hostages listened to other people's narration, and also knew why the masked man did this. Many women drew crosses and prayed for the owner of the jade tablet.

"Pile all these Japanese people outside and let the Japanese come to collect the corpses."

"Yes!"

The men in black moved the corpses of Japanese soldiers outside, and a hill was piled up in a short while. The surrounding crowd screamed, and the reporters pressed the shutter with restraint.

"98, 99, 100, 101! Good guy, little Japan is going to be so distressed right now."

"Hahaha, after hundreds of years of Zhiping Emperor Mang's chaotic government, the Han family will never be destroyed, and Guangwu Zhongxing will be revived~~~~"

"Fifth Lord, who are you singing "Yumen Pass" for?"

"Of course it's these little devils with no conscience, bah!"

The consuls and gentlemen in the distance raised their blood-red wine glasses and clinked glasses to celebrate the end of the Japanese. They just crawled out of hell, and they were even more angry at the Japanese's ignorance and flattery.

"Mr. Brondo, I think we need to speed up the plan, just as these corpses can be used as evidence of the ambitions of the Japanese, which they acted without permission."

"Yes, on behalf of the US Consulate, I would like to express my strong condemnation of this kind of armed activity in the embassy area without permission. The Japanese should also be responsible for compensating for the loss of the Liuguo Hotel."

"Hahaha, I think Toyama Nakaji's face must be ugly now, hahaha."

Bai Longdu also made a joke: "I think we need to comfort the robbers. After all, he slapped the Japanese for us, so let's send some fresh fruits."

"Hahahaha." The consuls roared with laughter.

The Japanese Consulate General was dead silent. Nakaji Toyama sat behind his desk with a miserable face, and in front of him stood Kosuke Kosuke, the polished team leader, who had just returned from the Liuguo Hotel.

Toyama Nakaji listened to his narration, and immediately felt that his soul was out of his body, and the entire Kwantung Army squad was wiped out. This news is really unbelievable.

"Are you sure that Hideyoshi Mizushima and the others are all broken? But, this is impossible. They are all the elite of the Kwantung Army. Why can't they even beat some robbers?"

"Yes, Mr. Consul, the team led by Major Hideyoshi Mizushima is dead. I saw their bodies piled up in front of the Liuguo Hotel with my own eyes. May I ask how to deal with them?"

Hirosuke Takamura's face was heavy, but his heart was full of joy. With the death of Hideyoshi Mizushima, his first rescue failure was irrelevant.

I didn’t see that Eiyoshi Mizushima, who graduated from Lu University, failed. What can he do as a small Lu Shi graduate? It’s not that I, Kosuke Takamura, can’t do it, the enemy is really too cruel.

Toyama Nakaji sat there for a while, and said with difficulty: "Send a report to the Kwantung Army to explain the news. Then report to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and let them contact and negotiate with other countries as soon as possible."

Kosuke Komura bowed his head: "Hayi, but what about those corpses, they are all warriors of the empire after all."

Toyama Nakaji smashed the ashtray on the desk to the ground: "You go and bring the corpse back, these damned red deer!"

Kosuke Komura pouted and walked out. Without us red deer, would you be able to do whatever you want in Peking?Can you stand upright in front of the consuls of various countries?

Sure enough, as the rumors said, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs has been polluted by European and American ghosts and animals, and there is no reverence for His Majesty the Emperor. It is really not a citizen.

Several trucks came from the Japanese consulate to move the bodies of Hideyoshi Mizushima and the others up. Reporters rushed up and asked the person in charge Kosuke Komura.

"How does the Japanese side explain this private action? Is the Japanese side responsible for the casualties of the hostages?"

"Why did the elite Kwantung Army of your country lose to the robbers?"

"The Japanese side ignores the safety of the hostages. May I ask if this is a loss of humanity or a loss of morality?"

Kosuke Komura didn't pay attention at first, but when the reporter mentioned the Kwantung Army, his heart tightened. Did they know that this was a soldier sent by the Kwantung Army? How could this be possible.

"Relevant sources from the Japanese consulate revealed that this was an action decided by the Kwantung Army in private, right?" A reporter added fuel to the fire.

"idiot!"

(End of this chapter)