The monk looked at the food in front of him and frowned.

Mudd!

What the hell.

It's better to have roasted chicken, which is cheaper.

"You devils... No, do you all eat this stuff?"

"Sashimi? Even this?"

"And what are these little rice balls? Such a big plate is not enough for the labor and management to eat in one bite..."

The monk said with a look of disgust.

On the side, Chief of Staff of the Japanese 4th Division Yuki Nishijima and Deputy Commander of the 3rd Regiment Kubota Asao each looked at each other, and one could see extreme contempt in their eyes.

As if to say, that's it? Nothing.

"hehe……"

"Mr. Wei, this is just a little dessert..."

“Isn’t the main thing all in the wine?”

"Come, come, drink...drink..."

Kubota Chaosheng, deputy commander of the Third Regiment of the Japanese 4th Division, began to persuade.

The monk curled his lips. If the commander hadn't given him a strict order, he wouldn't have bothered to chat with these devils...

A little bit, not serious at all.

The devil’s food is not delicious, but it is still food. In line with the principle of not wasting it, the monk can only take care of it...

Drink the wine as water by the way.

"What bad wine."

"It's so boring."

"Just drink from the wine bottle..."

"This small cup is not enough to rinse your mouth!"

The monk rolled his eyes, and as he said this, he couldn't help but complain crazily.

this?

That's it?

The fancy rhythm followed crazily.

"Mr. Wei, don't worry."

"These are hors d'oeuvres..."

"The highlight is at the back!"

The Japanese deputy commander Kubota Asao suddenly clapped his hands with a strange look on his face, and then two Japanese girls came out.

Immediately he went directly to the monk's side.

These two devil girls seemed particularly proactive.

Moreover, clothes also save quite a lot of fabric.

As the saying goes, after three years in the army, a sow will compete with a Diao Chan.

Although this sounds like an exaggeration.

But as long as the meaning is in place.

After the rhythm is brought up, the rest is completely unknown.

All of a sudden, there was a surge!

The moment seemed too...exciting.

The monk has been silently reciting discipline in his heart...

But if we shirk it now, wouldn't it mean that these two devils would see their flaw?

Wouldn't all the Commander's plans be ruined by then?

The monk licked his lips, could I just... compromise?

For the commander's plan...

I...I sacrificed myself a little, it seems...it doesn't seem to be a big deal, right?

Now... just stabilize? Collapse?

As soon as I thought about this, all my thoughts... were completely confused and scattered...

Gradually, I gained some deeper understandings.

"For the Commander!"

"Why don't I sacrifice a hundred pounds of myself?"

"The commander has treated me with great kindness. Now that the commander needs it, I should... help the commander."

"Otherwise, wouldn't this be like a white-eyed wolf?"

"call……"

"right!"

"That's the truth!"

"It will be fine in the future...it will be fine in the future..."

The muttering to himself followed, and his eyes gradually became brighter.

The rest, how to operate it, is your own business.

At this moment, the monk is completely showing his true nature.

After convincing myself... I felt much more relaxed.

Anyway...it's all for the Commander!

Yes! That’s true!

The commander is heaven!

For the sake of the commander, I, Wei Dayong, can go through fire and water without any hesitation!

It’s just a broken body! So why not!

The monk secretly made up his mind...

At this moment, my heart is filled with passion!

At this moment, this situation, this situation... the rhythm is picking up!

The surging power flows out!

Although Japanese sake is light, drinking too much will make you feel drunk.

In order to leak the 'confidential information' without leaving a trace, the monk gritted his teeth and poured the bland sake into his mouth one after another.

In order to show that he was indeed drunk, the monk took a breath of cold air with a "painful" look on his face, and then leaned over the two Japanese women.

Sacrificing one's life for righteousness! Acts of a man!

"Mr. Wei's talent and strategy are admired by Kubota."

"I wonder where Mr. Wei usually works? Where does he live?"

"If I have time, Kubota will definitely pay me a visit."

"It is Kubota's honor to be friends with Mr. Wei."

Japanese deputy commander Kubota Chaosheng said respectfully.

There has to be a way to use clichés.

The drunken monk's heart moved...

Coming!

It's finally here.

"You're good!"

"What's...what's your name?"

The monk patted his head and showed doubts in a decent manner.

"Kudata Asao..."

"Mr. Wei, just call me Kubota."
To be continued...