Crossing North Korea, I became a US soldier, and my opponent was my grandfather.

An Yongxi was so frightened by the knock on the door that he almost peed himself. He covered his head with the quilt and trembled continuously.

After a long while of no movement, the knocking on the door stopped.

Just as An Yongxi breathed a sigh of relief, two sweet women's voices came over: "Sir, are you in the room?"

"What's going on? This is not a dream!" An Yongxi pinched his ears.

"Sir, are you in the house? Open the door, please?"

An Yongxi suddenly realized that the Japanese wanted them to serve him. He immediately perked up, straightened his clothes and opened the door.

At the door stood two heavily made-up Japanese girls. Ahn Young-hee looked at them carefully and knew they were definitely no older than twenty years old. Was this the standard for a US military major?

Seeing An Yongxi, the two women knelt at the door: "Sir, please allow us to serve you?"

It was the first time that An Yongxi saw such a beautiful Japanese woman. In the past, only colonels and above could have her. He never expected that since he followed the Americans, he had become the boss and the one kneeling down was the one who once rode on his head. He couldn't wait to let the two Japanese maids into the room.

The two maids had seen the world and knew at first glance that An Yongxi was a green hand and that this stupid soldier knew nothing.

The next day, he climbed up from the two maids with difficulty and could not walk.

Although the maid is nice, you have to get up. The task assigned by the Americans is not to sleep with the maid. If there is such a good thing, wouldn't the Americans do it themselves?

An Yongxi knew his own limitations and returned to the workshop obediently.

The Japanese who were working did not dare to look up when they saw people in U.S. military uniforms. They behaved in a very orderly manner and just kept their heads down to work.

An Yongxi walked in front, followed by two Japanese who were ready to answer his calls. An Yongxi thought of a man named Ikeda Nakanao, a second lieutenant in the Japanese army, who was An Yongxi's instructor when he joined the Japanese army.

Back then, Ikeda could beat him however he wanted. Only after Ahn Young-hee could stand steadily after being slapped on the cheek, would Ikeda treat him with a bit of kindness.

At that time, Ikeda was just like he is today, walking in front, while An Yongxi and the other Han countryman followed behind like dogs, ready to obey their master's orders at any time.

Now the master and servant have changed, and I have become the master too.

A Japanese man quietly raised his head and glanced at An Yongxi. The Japanese man was a little surprised. This boy didn't look like an American, but more like a Han Chinese. A look of contempt immediately appeared on his face.

An Yongxi happened to see it and was extremely sensitive to the contempt shown by the Japanese, which also ignited his anger.

I am an American now...although I am not yet an American, but I represent Americans.

An Yongxi imitated Ikeda's way of beating him, slapped him twice with his hands, and scolded him in Japanese: "Asshole, work hard."

The Japanese who were beaten were also angry. It was bad enough that the Japanese were beaten by the Americans, but they were also beaten by the Han people. The former servants were about to jump over the head of their masters. The Japanese were not convinced and glared at Ahn Young-hee.

Two Japanese followers came up to protect An Yongxi and sternly rebuked the undisciplined Japanese.

An Yongxi was in high spirits and said to his two followers: "Deduct half a month's salary from him."

When they heard that their wages would be deducted, the Japanese gave in. Without half a month’s salary, the whole family was left starving.

An Yongxi was very proud of himself. He felt great after beating the man. It felt so good to be the master. He went to the rest room and drank tea leisurely.

People in the Japanese workshop were whispering that the bastard was from Han country and they had climbed over our heads.

In particular, the Japanese who were beaten found Ichiro Nakamoto and told him about their grievances.

Nakamoto comforted him: "Onoda, your salary may not be deducted. Maybe it is just to fool that Han country pariah. Even if it is really deducted, we will not stand idly by. We will talk to the captain about this matter later. The captain will be here this afternoon."

In the afternoon, An Yongxi continued to inspect the workshop.

After beating someone in the morning, the Japanese became obedient and no one dared to look at him sideways.

Onoda and Ichiro Nakamoto winked at the captain, and the untouchables from the cold country came.

The Japanese captain observed An Yongxi from a distance, and when he saw An Yongxi's face, he was so angry that his chest almost exploded.

When An Yongxi came closer, the Japanese captain patted his arm.

An Yongxi was furious. All his prestige in the morning was in vain. How could anyone dare to touch him? He raised his hand to show off his prestige.

A deep voice entered my ears: "Are you from Han country?"

An Yongxi's hand stopped in mid-air, and he asked with a pinched throat: "How do you know?"

The Japanese captain raised his head and let An Yongxi see his face clearly: "Asshole, look at who I am?"

An Yongxi's eyes almost fell to the ground: "You are, Captain Ikeda."

The captain of the Japanese troops was none other than Ikeda Nakada, An Young-hee's former Japanese instructor and now the production team leader of the factory workshop.

Ikeda was quite prestigious in the workshop. When he saw An Yongxi recognized him and was a little afraid of him, he started talking in the workshop: "This is our former friend. We are all family. In the future, you should work hard and don't cause trouble for your friends."

Although he was being polite, the Japanese people's eyes immediately changed when they found out that An Yongxi was from Han country, and they returned to looking down on him as a colonial subject.

An Yongxi was so angry that his teeth were itching, and he cursed Ikeda in his heart, "Asshole, who told you to reveal my identity?"

There is nothing you can do to Ikeda in the workshop. It can be seen that Ikeda has considerable power in the workshop. If you take action, even if things get out of hand, you may not necessarily get any advantage.

In the evening, Ahn Young-hee invited Ikeda to dinner.

Ikeda patted An Yongxi on the shoulder and said, "Good boy, you have a conscience."

"Mr. Ikeda, where are we going to eat? Please tell me." Ahn Young-hee was as respectful as before.

Ikeda excitedly raised his arms and almost slapped An Young-hee twice. When he got close to his face, he remembered that Japan was defeated now, and patted An Young-hee on the arm.

Came to a nearby pub.

Ikeda ordered some good food and wine, thinking, after all, it's the kid from Han Country who's paying. Alas, I forgot what this kid's name was when he came here, never mind.

An Yongxi didn't drink. What he was thinking was, order as much as you want, I, an American representative, will pay for it.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, the shop owner was very tactful. He cleared the dishes and left without mentioning money. He even kept bowing to Ahn Young-hee before leaving.

It feels so good to be the master. After tasting the sweetness, An Yongxi became proud.

Ikeda had drunk a lot of wine and was a little confused. At an intersection, he waved his arms and pointed at An Yongxi, saying, "Don't be too proud. You think you are an American just because you put on American skin. If you piss yourself, you will be a second-class person. You will be a second-class person only if you merge with us. Think about the past when you were all slaves of China. Alas, I almost forgot the main thing. It doesn't matter if you come to the factory to be a supervisor, but you must respect the Japanese. Otherwise, I will beat you up anyway."

An Yongxi grabbed Ikeda's outstretched hand, otherwise the slap would really fall on his face. He leaned close to Ikeda and whispered, "Ikeda-kun, I'm not here to supervise. My real purpose is to investigate the Nanyang Massacre. I remember that you know the people involved in this matter. They are all war criminals and need to be arrested."

Ahn Young-hee used to be a trainee for Ikeda. Ikeda mentioned more than once that the soldiers trained in Southeast Asia escorted American prisoners of war and killed them at will on the way. Ikeda mentioned several Japanese soldiers.

An Yongxi knew that the American military hated this matter, and wanted to find these people through Ikeda and report to Qiao Youzhi, which could be regarded as a kind of repayment to the Americans.

When Ikeda heard about the Nanyang Massacre, especially the term "war criminals", he glared at An Yongxi and said, "Bullshit, what war criminals? They are heroes of the empire."

Ikeda knew who massacred Americans in the Nanyang Massacre, but he would never tell this former slave.

In order to completely stop An Yongxi from thinking about this issue, Ikeda took out a sharp bayonet.