Bright Sword: Leading the Special Operations Squadron to Fight the Japs

Someone attacked?

Monk Wei turned around and chopped at the head of the owner of those hands.

But the hands that were holding Monk Wei suddenly loosened, and the fierceness in that person's eyes suddenly turned into as docile as a sheep.

"Don't fight, good man!"

Seeing that the threat was gone and also fearing that the noise would attract the Japanese, Monk Wei withdrew his hand and waited for the owner of Xu's noodle stall in front of him.

"Boss, what's up?"

"No, no, I think the hero is not an ordinary person. He looks kind, so I want to remind you not to get into trouble."

Monk Wei reached to his waist with his left hand and quietly opened the safety of his pistol.

The noodle stall owner seemed to notice this as well, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, but then it disappeared.

"My dear, you seem to be here to cause trouble. Since we are both Chinese, I would like to kindly remind you that there is nothing in the armored vehicle except machine guns. They are all bait for fishing! The one just killed by the machine gun was a fish!"

Monk Wei was shocked and looked at the boss carefully. He was not tall and slightly hunchbacked, but his eyes were bright and his hands and feet were quite nimble.

"Excuse me, boss, who are you?"

The noodle shop owner waved his hand and cleared the table.

"I'm Lao Xu who cooked the noodles. Let's go now. I don't want to cause any trouble."

Monk Wei clasped his fist towards Old Xu, found a roof to hide his gun, and then walked quickly along the street towards the sound of machine guns.

The number of Japanese soldiers and puppet troops increased, almost surrounding the three armored vehicles.

Monk Wei saw a pool of blood through the gaps between the people, and the bodies of two Chinese people. Next to the bodies were two box guns and what seemed to be two grenades.

It seems that his guess was correct. There are indeed people who want to do the same as him and prepare for a sneak attack.

Monk Wei observed for a while and found that there were no Japanese officers in the armored vehicles, but instead there were some fully armed soldiers.

Old Xu is right!

Cold sweat soaked Monk Wei's clothes. If he had blindly rushed to help, he might have been beaten to a pulp. It didn't matter if he died, but if Instructor Zhang Xuan heard about it, wouldn't he laugh to death?

Monk Wei was about to run away, but when he turned around, he found three shining bayonets pressed against his chest.

"Baga, what are you doing?"

Monk Wei immediately bent his straight back, took out his certificate of good conduct from his bosom, and handed it over respectfully.

"Taijun, good citizen!"

The accompanying puppet soldier took it, checked it, compared the photo with Monk Wei, and handed it back.

"Taijun, no problem!"

The three devils then removed the bayonet from Monk Wei's chest and continued to interrogate other people.

Monk Wei took a breath, quickened his pace, and wanted to leave this place of trouble.

A sergeant with a small moustache stopped the three Japanese soldiers who had just interrogated Monk Wei.

"No body search!"

The three Japanese soldiers looked at each other and forgot about it!

"sorry, we do not have that!"

"idiot!"

The angry sergeant slapped them three times in a row and surrounded Monk Wei in anger.

Without further ado, they searched again. Fortunately, Monk Wei had hidden his gun in advance, otherwise he would have been stabbed three times at least.

"What do you do?"

"Report to the Madam, I am from a nearby village and came to the county town to buy some things."

The sergeant saw the scarf wrapped around Monk Wei's head and pulled it off. He then saw that he had a bald head. He became alert. Isn't this the standard hairstyle of the Chinese army?

"Baga, why are you bald? Are you a soldier?"

The three Japanese soldiers immediately raised their guns, loaded their guns, and aimed at Monk Wei's head.

Monk Wei lowered his head, revealing the scars on his head.

"Taijun, I am a monk."

The sergeant stepped forward, looked at Monk Wei's genuine monk's scars, and took a step back respectfully.

"Yoshi, monk, hello! Translate!"

After a while, a short and fat man wearing round glasses and a gun box on his waist came jogging over.

"Madam, what do you want me to do?"

"Monk, please explain to me what happened to Lieutenant Colonel Harukami!"

"Hi!"

The interpreter was like a dog in front of the Japanese, but he treated himself like an emperor in front of the Chinese and explained things to Monk Wei in a haughty manner.

The mother of Lieutenant Colonel Harukami, the highest commander of Ping'an County, came to visit him in China, but she got a strange disease, had diarrhea and vomiting, had a high fever and talked nonsense. She saw both Chinese and Western doctors, but they couldn't cure her.

In the spring, the Japanese soldier wondered if he had committed too many evil deeds, such as slaughtering the entire village and killing people, and that he had angered the gods, who had brought disaster upon his mother.

Therefore, he wanted to hold a ceremony in the county town three days later to pray for the souls of the Chinese people who died unjustly and see if his mother could be cured.

"The damned little devil was also born by a mother?"

The translator didn't hear clearly, "What did you say?"

Monk Wei quickly closed his eyes, pretended to be an accomplished monk, and slowly put his hands together.

"Amitabha! Good! Good!"

"Three days later, go to the Military Police Headquarters!"

The translator accomplished a great task, and he ran to the sergeant to ask for credit, and talked a lot.

The sergeant patted the interpreter's shoulder with satisfaction, as if he was patting a yellow dog.

"Huang Sang, friend of the empire, hello!"

"You are too polite, Taijun. It is my honor to serve the Imperial Army!"

Monk Wei turned around to get the gun, then went to the best restaurant in the county, took two roast chickens and two bottles of Fenjiu, and slipped out of the city.

Roast chicken and Fenjiu were placed on the kang table, and Li Yunlong's mouth was grinning to the back of his head.

Usually I have sweet potato stew with peanuts, but today I’m the landlord and I’m having Fenjiu with roast chicken.

"Monk, call Political Commissar Zhao, Wang Meng, Zhang Xuan, and Instructor Lin. We can't eat alone. Of course, if they don't want to eat, we won't force them!"

"okay!"

In less than five minutes, Li Yunlong's kang was full of people. All four people he invited were present, and even Zhao Gang picked up his wine bowl.

"Old Zhao, don't you dislike drinking?"

"I don't like sweet potato liquor, but who doesn't like Fenjiu? Besides, since you, Old Li, sincerely invited me, I can't just give you a face."

Li Yunlong took the wine bottle and poured it drop by drop into the wine bowls of the four of them.

"This wine is strong, drink less. I'll stop when you've had enough?"

Zhao Gang snatched the wine bottle and generously filled all five wine bowls.

"Old Li, you look so stingy, you don't have the bearing of a leader! Monk, do you want to drink something?"

Li Yunlong watched the wine being poured out like a reservoir releasing floodwaters, and he rubbed his teeth in pain.

"Oh, good wine should be tasted, not drunk like this!"

Monk Wei picked up the wine bowl and wanted to take a sip, "Captain..."

"Go away, why are you drinking wine as a monk? Go away!"

"I have long since returned to secular life!"

"That won't work either. The Buddha can't control you, so how can I, the leader, control you?"

Monk Wei was like a little wife, sitting on the edge of the kang with eager eyes watching the five of them eating and drinking delicious food.