Yuesong rode a tall horse slowly to the gate of Wanding Town. When the guarding soldier saw a second lieutenant sniper, he immediately stood at attention and saluted. After bowing deeply, he politely asked Yuesong to show his ID.
"Sir, please show me your ID."
Yuesong didn't even get off his horse. He slowly took out his ID from his coat pocket and handed it over.
The guard soldier took the certificate with both hands, looked at it carefully, then raised his eyes to check the officer and the photo. He found no problem. He quickly returned the certificate with both hands, bowed and stretched out his hand: "Sir, please."
Yuesong nodded slightly, pinched the horse's belly with his legs, and Laifu meekly walked toward the city on his little rag.
The sergeant who had been standing nearby saw the commander approaching on horseback. He saluted Yuesong and asked, "Sir, where did this come from?"
Yuesong knew that the cunning sergeant was testing him, so he glanced at the sergeant and said arrogantly: "Where are you coming from and where are you going, sir? Is this what you, a little sergeant, should ask?"
The sergeant quickly bowed and apologized. In fact, what he wanted was for the commander to speak. Whether his Japanese was authentic was the best test. The sergeant bent down and stretched out his hand: "Sir, please."
"Drive!" Yuesong rode his horse and quickened his pace into the city.
Yuesong was riding a horse and wandering around the streets of the city. Although it was not far from the front line, the Japanese army still strictly controlled the place. The merchants' shops were still open as usual, and the locals coming and going on the streets seemed to be
There is not much fear. Maybe the Burmese people are used to being colonized. They were just like that when the British colonized. Now the Japanese are here, but the uniforms of the army are different. Life is still the same. Starving to death will not happen for a while.
If you are too rich, you don't dare to think about it. A successful career is just a daydream.
Yuesong felt a little hungry, so he found a roadside rice noodle stall, sat at the table, and said "Hey" to the stall owner. The stall owner ran over, nodding and hunching, but Yuesong couldn't listen to what he said.
You know, just make a gesture of sucking the vermicelli with your hands.
The stall owner immediately understood that Taijun wanted to eat rice noodles. He said a few words with a smile on his face, turned around and went to stir things up on the stove. Yuesong only smoked half of the cigarette he lit.
A bowl of hot haggis vermicelli was brought to Yuesong.
Yuesong lowered his head and smelled it, gave a thumbs up to the stall owner, and said: "Yo Xi, yo Xi."
"Hahaha, good." The stall owner rubbed his hands happily and ran over to grab a handful of coriander. He looked at Yuesong and signaled whether he wanted to put it in.
Yuesong smelled the coriander in the stall owner's hand, shouted "Wow" and asked the stall owner to put it into the bowl.
The stall owner Junji sprinkled the coriander into the bowl. Yuesong picked up the chopsticks and stirred it up. He ate a handful of vermicelli and took a sip of the haggis soup. "Wow -" Yuesong gave the stall owner a thumbs up again.
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The stall owner laughed and went about his business.
Yuesong huffed and ate a large bowl of haggis powder in one breath. After eating and drinking, Yuesong took out the money from the bullshit club he had robbed in Langke City and called the stall owner over.
Give him money.
The stall owner waved his hands repeatedly, meaning that Taijun did not need to pay for the noodles.
Yuesong frowned, said "hmm" twice, stuffed a large ticket into the hands of the stall owner, and pushed the stall owner away. The stall owner was stunned for a moment, and watched the Taiwanese soldiers get up and leave with a smile, so he had no choice but to
He bowed his head and bowed his head to send the prince off respectfully.
Just when Yuesong turned around to lead the horse, out of the corner of his eye he noticed a pair of eyes staring at him thirty meters away. Yuesong did not look at him, untied the reins, got on the horse, and strolled ahead along the street for shopping.
On the narrow street, Yuesong could see clearly that the person who had been watching him was a Japanese sergeant riding a war horse. This sergeant was in his forties and was carrying a Type 97 sniper rifle.
A rifle, a samurai sword hanging from his waist, and a king bar box.
How could a sergeant have such equipment? Yuesong immediately became suspicious and continued to move forward on his horse.
Just ten meters in front of him, the sergeant stood on his horse in the middle of the street, staring directly at Yuesong.
Yuesong lightly tightened the reins, stopped the horse, and stood in the middle of the street, staring at the sergeant. Yuesong's eyes were sharp and firm.
The sergeant could not take his eyes away, showing no fear or concealment of the subordinate officers who looked at their superiors.
The two of them just looked at each other, and the pedestrians around them walked around the road.
"Who is this sergeant? How dare he look at me like this?" Yuesong was guessing in his mind.
"Why does this second lieutenant seem familiar? Could it be Luo Yuesong who has been searching for him for thousands of times, and suddenly looking back, he is in the dim light?" Takize could not confirm. From the information and demeanor of Luo Yuesong, Takize felt that this