Chapter 497

"The big knives are shaking their heads and sang a Japanese version of "The big knives are slashing their heads," while hurried to the camp with a document in his arms. He had just returned from the training base for horseback and it was almost noon now. I will hurry to take the bowl to eat later. If he goes late, he can't snatch those soldiers who are like wolves and tigers.

Takahashi has been in the 12th District Team for nearly a year. At the beginning, he was frightened and frightened all day long. He has appeared calmly in the district team camp, and he has regarded himself as a member of the 12th District Team. After learning and education in the third company study class, he was still a little unconvinced at first. However, after the various deductions of the instructors in the study class against Japan, Takahashi has clearly realized what kind of disasters and consequences Japanese militarism will bring to Japan. As a member of the Yamato nation, it is entirely necessary to use the continuation of his own nation to resolutely divide the boundaries between himself and the original militarists. He considered himself a thoughtful and moral communist fighter, and he also participated in the Japanese People's Liberation Alliance established at the beginning of the year and became an anti-war member.

The 12th District Team was the only district team in the 11th Division that had a complete Japanese loan Eighth Route Army. Although the 12th District Team fought bravely and had a tough style against the Japanese army, especially the Fourth Company had always killed all the people in the battle, the 12th District Team was the easiest part of each district to accept Japanese loan personnel. Unlike other district teams, they would shout and kill the Japanese when they saw the Japanese and would kill them to death. As long as the Japanese soldiers who could live with the 12th Division Team and perform well and have no bad results, there would basically be no threat from guerrillas and armed forces.

The mutual aid atmosphere in the daily life of the officers and soldiers in the 12th District Team deeply infected the only two Japanese in the district team. During the complaint meetings organized by the district team, the two Japanese, Masashi Takahashi and Kenichi Maki often sat behind the soldiers and the masses, listening to those people telling their blood and tears, and sometimes even without knowing it, they even had tears in their eyes, as if they had experienced these hardships as if they were themselves.

For more than a year in the 12th District Team, Takahashi Masashi has been obedient and actively cooperated with the various tasks assigned by the 12th District Team. Even after the establishment of the 6th Company, he took the initiative to bring his old friend Japanese artillery Kenichi Makishi, to assist the 6th Company artillerymen, and quickly got the 12th District Team to accept this Japanese who abandoned the darkness and turned to the light. In the eyes of the military and civilians of Ishii Town, this little Japanese devil who was extremely humble on the day was almost half a soldier of the 12th District Team. This guy's surname is Gao, not Takahashi.

Intoxicated by the smoke in Ishii Town and the breath that spread from the stoves of each household, he sniffed a few times. Takahashi smiled and smiled. The food of the 12th District Team can be said to be the best in the 11th Division. This girl can sometimes get Japanese food specially made by the kitchen team in traditional Japanese festivals. He happily distributed these homesick foods with the armed forces of the Third Company to some Japanese soldiers registered in the 12th District Team. This was something that he had never enjoyed in the former Japanese army. He could get some sake or even seaweed rice balls, which could only be enjoyed by the squadron leader or above.

Whoosh, the pain suddenly appeared on his forehead, and Takahashi was howling in pain. He looked down at the ground and saw a yellow corn kernel that had caused trouble rolling shyly on the ground and stopped.

The result of the collision between the head and the dried corn kernels was of course due to a headache. Takahashi Masato looked around in a panic, "Baga! Who! It's dead!"

Hahaha! Hehe! A bunch of old and half of them were separated and spread out, scattered on the roof of the house on the left and right side of the road, pointing to the Japanese Takahashi Masahisa below, smiling so hard that he was out of breath.

The autumn harvest just ended, and many townspeople's roofs were covered with golden corn cobs, which also gave the group of little ghosts the opportunity to go up the roof. The two groups of little ghosts each held slingshots and broke the corn kernels on the roof to fight each other. Some of the little ghosts had some steel helmets from somewhere, and the corn kernels were jingling. The unlucky Takahashi was just rushing to the road, but he didn't notice that he had entered the "war zone" and was hit by a stray bullet.

"Child, conscientious, very bad!" Takahashi Masaki, who covered his head, was obviously angry at the behavior of these little naughty children. He was originally not very fluent in Chinese and spoke even more half-baked.

The power came out of the gun, and the little ghosts had a few slingshots, and they obviously would not be gentlemen who were not willing to do anything. The little ghosts who were fighting happily on the roofs on both sides of the road suddenly became a common enemy. Ebony branches, cow tendons and cowhide pads, and a pickable corn kernel was picked up, and then they flew out a few more to form cross firepower. Takahashi below was crying and howling.

"Baga, Baga!" Takahashi was holding the folder while covering it, and ran away with his head and raised his middle fingers at the rooftop from afar. Seeing that Takahashi had escaped from the range, the little ghosts who immediately turned back and clenched their fists and raised their middle fingers. The bad moves brought by Li Wei caused Chen Jiayao to complain for a long time, but good things were passed on but bad things were spread quickly. The little ghosts in the camp all learned this provocative move.

But before the little ghosts on the roof were happy, the adults discovered that there were children on the roof and were trampling on the corn. This was amazing. The little ghosts were quickly knocked down from the roof by the adults with their ears twisted. A few naughty people were pressed on their legs and hit their butts a few hard hits.

"Takahashi Masashi, the child is ignorant, don't be surprised!" The parents of several children greeted Takahashi apologetically.

"No, it doesn't matter! It's just a kid, just play." Takahashi was just pushing a smile out of his face, and his hands unconsciously covered several places where he got hit. His face turned to a place where no one saw it, and grinned: "Child, bad work." Such a big person would never be serious with those little ghosts.

He quickly accelerated his pace. After passing the sentry at the gate of the camp, Takahashi was walking towards the camp with a folder in his arm, and suddenly there was a pain in the back of his head.

"Baga! It's so damn!" Takahashi Masashi thought that some unwilling little devil was attacking him again, so he jumped up and turned around viciously. It hurts, it's really painful. Some guy must have used a stone. He was angry and must leave a slap mark on the little devil's butt, so that he (she) tastes his Takahashi Masashi's power.

Turn around, turn on the full power scan, no one?!

There was no one behind Takahashi. His angry expression became a little stiff and ridiculous. Looking at the nearby roof, there was no one?! Looking closely, there was not even a single figure in the shadow of the corner of the room, and there was not even the child's proud laugh after succeeding.

"Where?!(What)" Takahashi Masaru couldn't care about being angry anymore and felt a little strange. This was not a residential area in the town outside the camp, but a standard camp for the 12th District Team. The military camp was not a place for children to play, so how could there be children appear?! How could the sentries come in?

If it was shot in from outside the camp, this accurate head was really terrifying. If this little bad guy could be found, Takahashi Masato would not even be angry. He would almost not hesitate to recommend such a talented little guy to the fifth or sixth company. This is too accurate.

Takahashi looked to the ground in confusion, a mud ball rolling slowly on the ground, and the remaining energy was not over.

"Kuo Leaf (this is)......" Takahashi was picking up this little troublemaker. It was a small mud ball with exquisite pinching, round and standard, as if it was a fine handmade product for children. However, in the base area where toys were seriously lacking, such fine products were unlikely to throw them around.

Takahashi shook his head helplessly, just as he was about to throw away the mud ball, but when he shook his wrist, he felt that the mud ball seemed a little strange. He pinched his fingers and exclaimed in surprise.

There seemed to be something else in the mud ball?! Takahashi picked the mud ball a few times with his fingers and found that the mud ball was hollow. Curiosity suddenly aroused. After peeling it hard, there was a small piece of paper hidden in the hollow mud ball. Takahashi accidentally pulled the paper in half, then straightened it hard, and started to fight.

His eyes fell on the note, Takahashi Masato's eyes fixed, his pupils magnified, and his face suddenly became a little unnatural. He suddenly raised his head and looked around for a few times as if he was guilty. He didn't see anyone paying attention to him. He lowered his head and looked at the words on the note, but he still seemed a little unbelievable. He trembled his hand and stuffed the note into his pocket, his face a little unnatural, so he walked towards the camp.

"Takahashi! Look at your face not very good?!" The guard at the entrance of the battalion saw Takahashi's face as if he was weak and pale, and he cared for him: "The body is the capital of the revolution, don't tired yourself!" The guards thought Takahashi was turning back on the military base and worked too hard.

"Hi! Hi!" Masato Takahashi said nothing more, but just bowed and nodded mechanically, holding the file bag and headed straight to the office area in the camp.

After explaining his work and handing over the documents from the Ma Huitou base, Takahashi was holding his bowl and not knowing how he squeezed into the pile of strong soldiers. He picked up the meal from the squad leader of the kitchen squad, and returned to his dormitory. In the dormitory where there was no one else, Takahashi was unconsciously snatching the fragrant food, not knowing the taste, and even almost stabbed the chopsticks into his nose.
Chapter completed!