Yamamoto stood on the dirty truck. His white gloves turned into jet black gloves in the blink of an eye. The thick layer of grease on his hands was really uncomfortable. The worst thing was the head of his command knife handle. There was a thick layer of grease hanging on it. This was a disrespectful act towards the sword gifted by the Emperor. Fortunately, the two subordinates around him were also in similar bad shape.
The same goes for Kato Jiro and Fujino Watanabe. The two of them are simply angry and angry now. A dignified imperial officer has no chance to sit in a relatively clean cab. Who dares to say that damn Picasso? To give up one's position was to get in trouble with him. None of the Nazi soldiers gave up their position.
"Baga. These Nazis bully people too much. I really wish I could chop them alive." Fujino Watanabe had never been so angry. He stood in the rickety carriage, bumping around in the carriage like a can. On the bumpy road, Fujino Watanabe felt so aggrieved that he wanted to draw a knife and chop the guy behind him.
I don’t know if the special forces behind Fujino Watanabe had too much firepower. When the car was shaking, the hard-on guy had a terrible anus eye in front of him. I don’t know if it was Fujino Watanabe’s slender penis. He was jealous. The wretched special forces soldier behind him was more majestic than him. Anyway, he was just angry.
Kato Jiro nonchalantly smeared grease on a special soldier's body. Hearing Fujino Watanabe's words, he sneered and said: "Watanabe, if you have the ability to say something bad in front of Picasso, I will treat you to a brothel for a week. But. It doesn’t matter. You won’t be happy either. Your slim thing is not as useful as your fist.”
Fujino Watanabe was angry. At this time, Fujino Watanabe really had a tendency to go berserk. With a ferocious expression, he touched the katana with one hand. He warned Kato Jiro fiercely and said: "Kato Jiro, if you have the guts, say it again. If I don't live with the honor of the emperor, I'll chop you up. I, Fujino Watanabe, read it backwards."
Kato Jiro smiled obscenely and hit Fujino Watanabe unceremoniously with his words: "Hewatano Watanabe, um, a good name. Don't say I despise you. Your stuff is not big enough for me. I've had enough sleep with your woman. "If you want to sleep with my woman, you should first fatten up your lower body and think about it. I am very happy to respond to the great emperor's call to vigorously promote the system of sharing among women."
Since the invasion of the Japanese Empire, the death rate of soldiers has remained high. In addition, Japan is a small land as big as the palm of your hand. The population loss has increased sharply and is seriously insufficient. Emperor Hirohito immediately thought of the national hot demand and shouted to sleep late. Among the common people and their wives The exchanges were messy and there was some kind of passionate pig ranking.
When a family has five children, they will be rewarded for occupying the territory. Regardless of whether you are the child of the woman in the family, you will receive a big prize. A chaotic trend was promoted by the great emperor. The originally sneaky dog men and women became It was fair and aboveboard. The Japanese at that time liked to break through the door the most. Why? As soon as they entered, they immediately took off their pants and shouted in response to the emperor's call. They fought in groups. There were even field teams formed to fight in the wild until their hands and feet were weak.
As soon as Yamamoto heard the quarrel between the two, he angrily threw his hands and slapped each of them and cursed: "Baga, have you two made enough noise? Kato Jiro, please stop saying a few words. If you don't have the strength to argue here, it's better." How do you think about completing the task as soon as possible. Go back and enjoy life instead of arguing here."
"Hi." The sides of Kato Jiro and Noto Watanabe's faces were oily. There was grease on Yamamoto's hand, which made their faces dirty. At this time, Kato Jiro and Noto Watanabe's faces were They surrendered. In their hearts, they greeted Yamamotoichi's whole family. It's just that Yamamotoichi didn't marry a wife. Otherwise, they would really have gone to the Yamamoto family. The emperor shouted the slogan of sleeping late. He took off his pants and went to battle with the two dragons. Double flying, isn't it?
After a bumpy journey, the car finally arrived at the Carmo Military Camp. Picasso, led by Biers, checked the places where Gou Bin and the others had destroyed. Except for the mountain col and the chaotic jungle, they did not go there. The Karl Cathedral was reduced to a pile of ruins. They were shocked. In a large pit more than 20 meters wide, the church completely collapsed. There were also fireworks that had just been extinguished nearby.
There were rows of dead Nazi soldiers on the ground. It was estimated that there were more than 200 people. Seventy or eighty of them were seriously injured. There were even more minor injuries. Most of them were caused by explosions or grenades. More than a dozen Tiger tanks are standing still. There is no way this heavy and heavy tank is out of fuel. The logistics department is not good enough and they have not yet delivered fuel.
Yamamoto frowned and looked at everything around him. At first, he looked down upon the declining combat effectiveness of the Nazi soldiers. But now that he saw the tragic scene and paralyzed armored vehicles in front of him, Yamamoto retracted his contempt. Although these Nazi soldiers were not an elite team, they Their equipment and firepower cannot be ignored.
Yamamoto was not confident enough to defeat almost a regiment of troops with the strength of five men. Not to mention the Tiger tanks with first-class armor and fierce firepower. Even if his team of more than 100 people faced three mobile vehicles with such powerful firepower, The only thing we can do in the camp is to wait for the wind and flee. Unless we take advantage of the situation at night to make a sneak attack and escape or something.
Picasso said with an excited expression: "What a powerful team of experts. These guys are probably even more powerful than the British Special Air Service Regiment. We finally met our opponents. Yamamoto Ichi. As volunteers, shouldn't you fight?" Play forward. The truck can't continue on the road. Please run away with both feet. I believe you trained when you were a special forces soldier, right?"
Picasso turned his head and looked at Yamamotoichi and the others. He treated them as cannon fodder without any courtesy. Picasso's idea was very simple. If he met Gou Bin and the others, the first ones to die would definitely be these Japanese cannon fodder. Picasso Suo looked down upon these Japanese special forces at all. If their emperor had not shamelessly formed an alliance with the Führer, he would have never had the chance to study in Germany.
Yamamoto glared at Picasso. They had always been the only ones who enslaved others as cannon fodder. How could they become cannon fodder now? As the saying goes, mountains and rivers take turns, and strong dragons cannot suppress local snakes. Yamamoto drew out his samurai sword and issued personnel arrangements: "Fujino Watanabe. You lead the first team from the front. Kato Jiro. You lead the third team from behind. Let's set off."
According to the Japanese army establishment, each squad has 3 people, including the squad leader, 4 machine gun shooters and 8 riflemen. There is a light machine gun. The establishment is four people (commander, shooter, two deputy shooters carrying ammunition). These four people are Equipped with self-defense pistols. Sometimes they also carry rifles in battle. Except for the machine gun shooter; the remaining eight riflemen each have a single-shot rifle. Three squads form a squad. Three squads form a squadron.
Since they are not part of the regular army, there are only 8 people in each squad. They are led by Kato Jiro and Fujino Watanabe. Yamamoto Ichi is the commander. Under the order of Yamamoto Ichi, Kato Jiro and Fujino Watanabe The man began to carry out the order angrily, cursing and greeting the female relatives of Picasso's family in his heart.
Kato Jiro and Fujino Watanabe were wondering why Hitler didn't carry out their great emperor's random orders. He could visit here and do things like this. If Hitler knew the thoughts of two shameless Japanese, I wonder if he would He would draw a gun and shoot them. His dirty thoughts really want to infect the whole world and degenerate into immoral primitive people.
Picasso raised his middle finger to the submissive Yamamoto. He said: I have the final say on my territory. You, a foreigner, have to compromise obediently. Picasso, who was in a great mood, waved his hand and the remaining mobile troops immediately started to set off. Go to Gou Bin and the others to avenge themselves. According to Picasso's idea, these allies must have some other missions.
On the tracked armored command vehicle, Biers looked at the Japanese special forces outside with a strange expression. Then he turned his head and looked at Picasso and said: "Sir, can these Japanese be trusted? Why are they like dogs? Let's go all the way. They kept sniffing here and there. Maybe their noses are more flexible than dogs."
No wonder Bills was puzzled. These Japanese really made him feel unbelievable. They actually picked up the dirt with their hands and sniffed it again and again. Some even licked it with their tongues. Isn't it disgusting? When they stopped walking, they turned to Xhosa. The direction of Germany and Cahors raised the question in my mind. This was a bit inconsistent with the Allied route running southwest.
Picasso passed the light of the tracked armored vehicle. When he got outside, the Japanese sneered and said: "Bills, don't underestimate these Japanese. If it weren't for their dirty thoughts, they would be good dog soldiers leading the way. They are also good cannon fodder. With them, Now, if you want to find those Allied troops, you can still do it. Don’t worry, you won’t lose those Allied troops.”
After Picasso finished speaking, he sighed. Under Biers's astonished gaze, he continued: "Now I finally understand the Führer's intention. It turns out that the Führer's idea was to recruit more than a thousand Japanese soldiers. He used a few barrels and Some uncontrollable biochemical viruses were transferred out in exchange for the free combat power of more than a thousand people."
"Sir, why is this?" Beers was a little confused. He didn't understand what Picasso meant. Picasso had a deep expression on his face and did not answer Beers' words. This made Beers a little confused. I was melancholy and wanted to know why I didn't know how to speak for a while. Picasso didn't answer himself. He didn't dare to continue asking.
Picasso said what Biels was astonished by: "The problem of population, the problem of military strength. Haven't you noticed that the French side is very powerful in freeing up manpower? Even the mixed Jews and Frenchmen have all been replenished into the regular army. The Japanese have followed We are also facing troop strength issues."
Biers did not speak. He just stared at Picasso who was worried about the country and the people. He did not expect that the leader in front of him had well-developed limbs and wisdom. His words deeply led Biers to think about the worst. The empire is now gradually declining. It has declined. There are even signs of destruction at any time. It is difficult for one hand to deal with both hands.