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"Yuting. What should I do? When the Japanese heard that we were going to open a mine and a factory with the French and Germans, they would turn against us." The coach asked.

Yang Yuting thought for a moment and said, "This matter is easy to handle. We can cooperate with France and Germany regardless of the opposition of the Japanese. This will give these two countries certain benefits in the Northeast."

"This will annoy the little nose." said the coach.

Yang Yuting said: "This is the effect you want. Now Xiaojizi has too much power in the Northeast. He has more than 20,000 troops garrisoned. He has seriously threatened our interests."

"It's time to deal with them. Tomorrow, please help me with the French and German ministers. You should negotiate industrial cooperation with them. A strict order was issued. Do not indulge in the behavior of the little-nosed ronin and the little-nosed soldiers in various places. Catch those who should be caught and kill them. If these turtle grandsons don't scrupulously scrupulous, they really think they are."

"Yes." Yang Yuting said happily.

It was midsummer. The Grand Marshal gave a note to the French and German ministers and their businessmen in the Huxin Park in Fengtian. The Kwantung Army received news. The people in the headquarters were scolding each other. But they didn't know more things were waiting for them.

Fengtian Hualou Street. The sky was just getting dark. A pair of Japanese soldiers or ronin flocked into the big and small Hualou on the street. They were happily looking for women and drinking wine.

Suddenly, the sound of slamming plates sounded in a small flower building. Immediately afterwards, the Japanese ronin voice sounded: "Miss, she still wants money. She's dead."

The big teapot went over to persuade him: "Two, forget it today. Let's conquer us."

"You are so disheartened. I've found so many ugly women for us." The ronin slapped him and slapped him. He stumbled on him. The proprietress didn't know where he hid. The two ronin overturned the table, hit the big teapot, and helped each other and walked out of the flower building.

At this time, a team of soldiers patrolling the security guards came over and said, "Stop. What are you doing?" asked the squad leader who led the lead.

The two ronin obviously never expected that these patrol soldiers who saw them like dogs on weekdays dared to speak more today. They immediately came to their senses. The ronin walked over and pointed at himself with his fingers and said, "Chinese people, are you talking to us again?"

"That's right. I'm talking to you two. What happened just now?" asked the squad leader.

"Get out." The ronin cursed angrily.

The squad leader was not angry. He turned to the soldiers beside him and said, "Ask what happened in the store."

"Yes." The soldier went to do it immediately.

I came back soon. "Report to the squad leader. These two Japanese were looking for a girl in the store. They drank wine and knocked over the table. They didn't pay yet."

"Okay. Very good." The squad leader said to the two ronin.

Ronin burped. "Ah. It seems you're so itchy." He pulled out the long samurai sword around his waist. "Baga, damn it."

"Drinking without paying for alcohol is just a small matter. Just apologize. You really have to use a knife to solve the problem." The squad leader asked.

"Baga. China Pig. You are dead." As he said that, he drew his sword and slashed.

But he suddenly found that the squad leader had a clear sarcasm on his face. A crisp gunshot was heard.

"Ah." The ronin was shot with the knife. The bullet penetrated the wound. No matter how good the martial arts skills were, he was afraid of the kitchen knife. No matter how good the big knife was, he was afraid of a shot. The ronin was injured. The ronin behind was killed by the soldiers before he could draw the sword. But unexpectedly, the guy with the injured arm actually counterattacked. The two soldiers didn't care about being knocked to the ground.
Chapter completed!