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The sound of swallowing saliva was followed.

The Japanese intelligence chief Suzuki Jiro couldn't help but swallow the blood faster.

At that moment, everyone's gaze towards Yamamoto Ikki changed.

This madman...

Why do you have to provoke the commander at this time!

but……

I support!

You should let this bastard know that it’s clearly your own fault, why do you have to torture us?

Baghya Road!

"and……"

"Because of Yamamoto Ikki's provocation, the Commander-in-Chief is now strangely angry."

"In this way, all the anger will be vented on Yamamoto Ikki."

"Then I can pick it out..."

"Yamamoto-kun! Dayi!"

"Don't worry, Yamamoto-kun. When you're beaten half to death, I'll find a doctor in time to save your life!"

The Japanese intelligence chief Suzuki Jiro silently took a few steps back to avoid being splashed with blood.

Snapped……

A loud slapping sound followed.

The Japanese intelligence chief Suzuki Jiro looked up excitedly and looked over.

at the same time.

clap clap clap...

The sound of applause continued for a long time...

But the scene before him made him feel a little...uncomfortable...

"How...how could this happen..."

Suzuki Jiro was stunned and swallowed faster and faster.

My head suddenly started buzzing.

From Suzuki Jiro's perspective, he only saw the Japanese commander Yoshio Shinozuka slapping himself repeatedly.

The harder the slap...

It's like I'm addicted to fanning at this moment.

It never stops at all.

This rhythm is not right.

At this moment, not only the Japanese intelligence staff Suzuki Jiro, but also Yamamoto Ikki was shocked.

"Commander, what are you doing?"

Yamamoto Ikki was dumbfounded.

In fact, he said this just to show that he was not a "woman's person".

In fact, he had already prepared himself to be slapped by the Commander.

But at this moment, the commander did not slap Yamamoto Ikki, but instead slapped himself madly.

At this moment, Yamamoto Ikki was a little at a loss.

"Yamamoto-kun."

"I was wrong."

"Punishment."

"It was my bad attitude before."

"That's because this commander wants a glorious victory too badly."

“So I got carried away for a while.”

"Now I have come to my senses, but it is too late."

"Yamamoto-kun."

"Now... we can only rely on your special forces."

"Yamamoto-kun."

"As an imperial soldier, have you ever lost your fighting spirit?"

The eyes of the Japanese commander Yoshio Shinozuka suddenly became deep, and the red slap marks on his face looked bright and eye-catching.

Seeing Yoshio Shinozuka in such a posture, Yamamoto Ikki's body couldn't help but tremble rapidly.

My eyes suddenly became moist.

A scholar dies for a confidant!

I will die for you, Yulong!

"Please rest assured, Commander!"

"I'm Yamamoto Ikki! I never lose my fighting spirit!"

"Yamamoto's special forces! About to be formed!"

"In the near future, we will be able to launch a long-range annihilation campaign against the Eighth Route Army's headquarters!"

"Commander, please wait for good news!"

"If we lose this battle again, Yamamoto will commit seppuku to thank His Majesty Tian Huang and the Commander!"

"General!"

"Thank you for giving Yamamoto another chance to be reborn!"

"This time, Yamamoto will never let you down again!"

pat!

Yamamoto Ikki immediately gave a standard military salute, his eyes full of loyalty.

"吆西."

"Yamamoto-kun."

"You go down."

"I await your victory!"

Yoshio Shinozuka nodded with satisfaction and watched Yamamoto Ikki leave with a smile.

Seeing that Yamamoto Ikki had left, the Japanese intelligence staff Suzuki Jiro breathed a sigh of relief.

Commander, everything is back to normal. That's good.

I would rather slap myself than slap Yamamoto-kun...

In this way, he is safe.

Jiro Suzuki walked towards the door, ready to follow Yamamoto Ikki and get out.

"Suzuki-kun."

"Don't be in a hurry to leave."

"I still have something to ask you for."

Yoshio Shinozuka's voice sounded unusually flat.

"what?"

"Hayi!"

"Commander, do you have anything else to say?"

Suzuki Jiro said without hesitation.

"You close the door."

Shinozuka Yoshio gave the order.

Jiro Suzuki closed the door and took a few steps towards Yoshio Shinozuka's position.

"Commander, are you going to rest now because the door is closed at this time?"

Suzuki Jiro was a little confused.

"No."

"Close the door."

"I can have more fun!"

whoosh...

Yoshio Shinozuka pulled out the knife, threw it aside, picked up the steel scabbard, and weighed it in his hand.

immediately……

shuh...

It hit the arm of the Japanese intelligence chief Jiro Suzuki directly.

"what!"

"Ow!"

"what!"

"Your Excellency Commander..."

Suzuki Jiro wailed wildly in pain, then rolled and crawled, trying to escape out the door.

"If you run out, then what I hold in my hand will not be the scabbard, but my sword!"

When Yoshio Shinozuka's cold voice came, Jiro Suzuki shuddered all over.

"Commander... spare my life... spare my life..."

"My subordinate...what mistake did I make..."

Jiro Suzuki was already crying at this moment.

"You just saw this commander slap himself. Did you enjoy it?"

"Now that you've had enough, shouldn't I take some money now?"

boom!

bang bang bang...

The steel scabbard smashed down indiscriminately on Suzuki Jiro.

Yoshio Shinozuka, who was in a frenzy, needed someone like this to vent his anger.

At the beginning.

Jiro Suzuki would still wail.

Later, he was beaten so hard that he became numb and simply stopped screaming.

"idiot!"

"Who allowed you to be silent?"

"Why don't you scream?"

"Even you look down on this commander?"

"Bagya Road!"

"Damn it!"

"Like a dead body!"

"Dead!"

boom!

boom!

bang bang bang...

Two lines of clear tears fell.

The Japanese intelligence officer Suzuki Jiro gradually lost consciousness...

At last.

All he heard was the noisy roar.

awful!

……

……

Zhao Jiayu.

In Li Yunlong's room.

"Old Li!"

"Come!"

"Pour wine!"

"This old Fenjiu is still refreshing to drink!"

"Old Li."

"How much good wine do you have hidden away?"

"Hurry up and take them all out!"

"We'll solve it all for you today!"

Lin Xu burped and peeled peanuts casually. He exhaled the alcohol and shook his head.

After returning from destroying the Yamazaki Battalion, Li Yunlong insisted on celebrating everything, and then invited Political Commissar Zhao Gang, Chief of Staff Chang Naichao and Zhang Dabiao to have a meal in his room.

"Old Lin, Old Lin."

"You kid..."

"Damn..."

"The market is still rising!"

"Let us, Old Li, pour the wine?"

"You're drinking Old Li's wine and still ordering Old Li around?"

"In my entire life, Old Li has only ever poured wine for the brigade commander and the division commander!"

"Lao Lin, ask Zhang Dabiao, when is it that Lao Li drinks, isn't it this guy who pours the wine for me?"

"As long as there's no more wine in my bowl, I don't need to say anything, just a glance and this guy will come running over."

"Zhang Dabiao!"

"Zhang Dabiao!"

"Damn it!"

"Where is this kid?"

Li Yunlong looked around, his eyes scanning.

"Deputy...Deputy...Deputy Head..."

thump...

dong dong dong...

Under the bed, Zhang Dabiao, his face red, crawled out dizzy and confused...