Bright Sword: I am Li Yunlong's old squad leader

"We don't have any weapons. If we act rashly, the consequences will be disastrous." Operations Staff Officer Saburo Ozawa reminded everyone.

"The shackles on our hands are weapons, chopsticks are weapons, rice spoons are weapons, as long as we want to take action, everything is a weapon." Yoshio Shinozuka said softly.

"Yes, General, you are right."

"Keep your voices down. The Chinese are coming. Everyone should follow my instructions. Kill as many Chinese as you can." Yoshio Shinozuka's cold eyes showed from behind the glasses that were thicker than the bottom of a wine bottle.

The man who came was carrying a wooden bucket and holding an iron spoon in his hand.

"You bunch of little Japs, it's time to be quiet." Another soldier said, holding a few wooden plates in his hands.

"Bagayalu, every time you feed us food that even pigs won't eat."

"You Chinese are going too far."

"I protest, you can't feed us this stuff every time."

These little Japanese devils were yelling in Japanese, and no one present could understand a word they said.

But they could hear Bageyalu's words clearly.

"You dogs, I've given you face, eat or not, get out of here." The two soldiers put the wooden plates in front of the little devils and put the food on them.

The old devil Yoshio Shinozuka coughed violently.

After hearing this, the other Japanese soldiers jumped up from the ground instantly.

"Bageyalu, you damned Chinese, go to hell." Ozawa Saburo swung the shackles on his hands and smashed them on the head of a soldier.

None of the soldiers under Wang Tianyou are ordinary people, they are all very skilled.

The warrior rolled on the ground and swept his leg, knocking Saburo Ozawa to the ground.

Saburo Ozawa fell heavily to the ground.

Then, the soldier kicked him on the head, knocking him unconscious instantly.

These seven or eight Japanese devils were all officers sitting in offices. They were no match for the soldiers who fought desperately on the battlefield.

Another Japanese soldier grabbed a pair of chopsticks and stabbed a soldier in the temple.

The soldier punched the chopsticks and broke them into two pieces.

When the other Japanese soldiers saw that things were going badly, they rushed forward together.

Bang, bang, bang; the sounds of punches and kicks continued to ring out.

The Japanese officers couldn't get close to the two soldiers at all.

These seven or eight Japanese devils had been planning for a long time and launched a fierce attack, but it was easily resolved in less than a minute.

The seven or eight Japanese officers fell to the ground, screaming in pain.

Wang Tianyou heard screams coming from inside the house and ran in quickly.

"what's going on?"

“Captain, we delivered food to these little devils, and they actually dared to rebel.

These little devils attacked us by surprise, and we defeated them."

Wang Tianyou quickly walked up to Shinozuka Yoshio, stretched out his hand and patted him on the face: "If you want to die, that's fine, I'll grant you your wish now."

Shinozuka Yoshio quickly shook his head and said, "Mr. Wang, this matter has nothing to do with me. It was all done by my subordinates.

Your two men can vouch for me. I did nothing when the fight started just now."

Yoshio Shinozuka pushed all the responsibility away.

"Wei Dayong, take these bastards out and hang them on the trees. Give each of them 50 lashes first."

After hearing this, Wei Dayong was so happy that he felt like eating honey. He had long wanted to beat these beasts.

Soon, the seven or eight Japanese commanders were dragged out.

"Mr. Wang, I didn't do anything just now. You can't treat me like this." Yoshio Shinozuka shook his head.

"You old dog, you take me for a fool. Without your permission, how dare these people under you take action?

Drag this old devil Shinozuka Yoshio out and give him 50 lashes, just don't let him be beaten to death."

Soon, there were bursts of whipping sounds outside. The Japanese soldiers were beaten to a pulp, covered in blood.

……

In the afternoon, the headquarters sent people to bring a dozen reporters.

Among these dozen or so reporters, only one was a reporter from the Eighth Route Army, and the others were reporters from major newspapers and radio stations.

After the reporters arrived at Yangcun, they picked up their cameras and prepared to take pictures. Zhang Dabiao quickly stepped forward and stopped them.

"Everyone, we are a combat unit. Some things need to be kept confidential. No one is allowed to take photos without permission."

Before Zhang Dabiao finished speaking, two Japanese reporters from the Asahi Shimbun started to speak in a sarcastic tone.

"We, the Empire's journalists, will be treated well by you Chinese wherever we go. We can shoot whatever we want and report whatever we want."

"It was you, a bunch of Tubalu, who contacted us. We don't want to come."

"We were living comfortably in Taiyuan, but we came to your remote place, and you are still acting like this, so weird."

Zhang Dabiao has never dealt with this group of reporters.

The Shanxi-Suiyuan Army and the Central Army also sent several reporters.

The reporters from the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army and the Central Army were also sarcastic.

"What's there to interview about you, the Tubalu?"

"Look at the uniforms you're wearing. They're so old and worn. You look like country bumpkins."

"After we finish reporting, we have to hurry back. What's so interesting about staying in this poor mountain village of yours?"

These reporters spoke in a sarcastic tone, but when they saw the training situation of Wang Tianyou's troops, they were all shocked.

“Shuangxi, you guys watch here.

I will go and ask the head of the delegation for instructions now. We have never dealt with these reporters before."

Before the reporters arrived, Wang Tianyou had given instructions to all the soldiers in the regiment.

These reporters have foul mouths. Their pens can turn black into white, straw into gold, and gold into straw.

Before Zhang Dabiao could run a few steps, Wang Tianyou came over riding a Japanese sidecar motorcycle.

"Captain, these reporters all have cameras and want to take pictures in our training base. If I don't let them take pictures, they will be weird."

Wang Tianyou nodded, and he rode his motorcycle in front of the reporters and did a sharp drift.

The three-wheeled motorcycle turned 180 degrees directly in front of the reporters.

After seeing this, the reporters were all filled with admiration. They had never seen a driver as skilled as Wang Tianyou.

Wang Tianyou jumped out of the car and glanced at the reporters: "I heard that all of you journalists are a little unhappy. Can you tell me why?"

These reporters from the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army, the Central Army, and the Japanese Asahi Shimbun chattered rapidly.