I don’t know why, but Laifu suddenly became excited, spinning around in circles restlessly. Yuesong stroked Laifu’s neck to no avail, and switching to Japanese to talk to him also had no effect. Yuesong didn’t know what to do for a moment.
Okay, when I could turn around, I found a carriage coming from a distance. Yuesong took off his sniper rifle and raised the gun to take a look. Oh, why did Laifu suddenly become impetuous? It turned out that he smelled something and heard a sound.
Come on, the horse pulling the grain cart a hundred meters away is a mare.
Yuesong turned around and said to Laifu: "Brother, you forget your friends when you see sex, haha, don't rush, don't rush, I'll just get her for you. Are you and I worried about not having a wife? Hey, I just said
I want to get a wife for Laifu. Laifu, do people in this world really have souls? My good brother, I have helped you kill many Japanese. If you know something, you can rest assured."
Laifu seemed to really understand what Yuesong said, and seemed a little sad when he saw Yuesong. He raised his big head, stuck out his big tongue, and licked Yuesong's face.
Yuesong hugged Laifu's neck and thought, this blessing is not another blessing, and the other blessing should be regarded as this blessing. Although you are a Japanese horse, since God has sent you to me, we should cherish it.
Let's be brothers time.
Tiehan Yuesong was tender for a while, and when he heard the grain carriage approaching slowly, Tiehan's eyes immediately showed murderous intent.
Yuesong put the sniper rifle on his back, lit a cigarette, held it in the corner of his mouth, walked to the roadside, tilted his head, pulled out the samurai sword, twisted the handle of the sword with one hand, inserted the tip of the sword into the ground, and squinted his eyes.
Watching the beam transport truck getting closer and closer.
A Japanese soldier walked in front, followed closely by a Burmese traitor driving a carriage. The carriage was pulling several bags of grain, and sitting there was a Japanese sergeant. Behind the carriage were two more Japanese soldiers.
"Pu Chi Pu Chi." Laifu became agitated again, and Yuesong ignored him.
When the leading Japanese soldier was only twenty meters away from Yuesong, he turned around and said something to the sergeant. The sergeant jumped off the carriage and walked to the front, so the group came to Yuesong.
The sergeant was very sensible. He looked at Yuesong's rank and the chrysanthemum mark on the handle of Yuesong's sword. He stood in awe and saluted: "Hello, sir."
"Hmm." Yuesong snorted and pointed at the Burmese traitor driving the carriage, "Huh?"
"Hey." The sergeant looked at the Burmese traitor with a bossy look.
The Burmese traitor quickly took off his hat, nodded and bowed to Yuesong, and kept saying: "Hello, the Imperial Army, Hello, the Imperial Army."
"Come here." Yuesong suddenly shouted.
The sergeant and the Japanese soldiers were both shocked. The Burmese traitor did not understand what Yuesong said in Japanese and was stunned. He could only look at the sergeant in fear.
The sergeant didn't know how to explain to the Burmese traitor, let alone why the royal officer was angry with the Burmese traitor. He quickly went over and took the Burmese traitor's arm, pulling the Burmese traitor to Yuesong, then bowed and went to
He took two steps back.
Yuesong curled up the corners of his mouth, took a puff of cigarette, then blew out a stream of smoke and spit it on the face of Burmese. Suddenly, Burmese's face didn't know whether to cry or laugh, and it was so distorted that it no longer looked human.
"Ah -" Yuesong shouted, and suddenly he swung his sword, and the bright katana flashed. Burmese stood there blankly, and then blood began to slowly ooze from his neck. Burmese stretched out his hand to cover his neck, and blood flowed from between his fingers.
The inside kept seeping out, and the Burmese traitor had never understood in this life, okay, why was he wiped on the neck by the imperial army with a knife? He reluctantly gritted his teeth, tilted his mouth, and held on for a while, but he still fell to the ground with a "plop".
What a fart.
The sergeant and several Japanese soldiers were stunned. One Japanese soldier blinked repeatedly, and another Japanese soldier stretched out his hand to rub his eyes. No one dared to say anything, and they all looked at the dead Burmese traitor who fell on the ground in horror.
"Ah ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha." Yuesong suddenly burst out laughing, twisting the samurai sword with one hand, pointing the tip of the sword at the rapist's neck, and then laughed again.
"Haha." The sergeant tried to laugh twice without laughing, and looked at Yuesong again.
"Yoshi, the katana, the ancestral samurai sword, is the best." Yuesong nodded and smoked.
"Okay, hahaha." The sergeant finally understood what the officer was doing and cheered in agreement.
"Okay, haha." Several Japanese soldiers also laughed.