Bright Sword: Japs, times have changed

Okamoto attributed the credit for avoiding being ordered to commit seppuku to the puppet soldier Zhang Zizai. After leaving the gendarmerie, Okamoto found Zhang Zizai with great joy.

"Zhang Sang, thanks to your intelligence, otherwise I would have committed seppuku to Tian Huang!"

After saying that, he put one hand on Zhang Zizai's shoulder, and the two of them left the city gate arm in arm. To outsiders, they looked like very good friends.

But in the eyes of the people in the city, Zhang Zizai was a complete traitor and a sellout.

To express his gratitude to Zhang Zizai, Okamoto took him to the best restaurant in the county.

Seeing that the visitors were Japanese soldiers and puppet troops, the boss had to put on a fake smile to welcome them: "Taijun, please go upstairs!"

The boss didn't dare let the waiter receive the two of them, for fear that it would displease the Japanese and puppet troops, and they would send someone to ask him to close the shop the next day.

The boss was able to open the best restaurant in the county because he had the support of the Japanese behind him, but he could not withstand the Japanese who came to cause trouble every day. It is better to have less trouble than more.

There were some private rooms on the second floor, and the two of them just walked into one.

The waiter just watched the two of them enter the private room, and then returned downstairs to report to the shopkeeper.

You don’t even need to order any food, the boss will take the initiative to deliver the best food and wine in the restaurant to the table.

After a while, a table full of delicious food with good color, aroma and taste appeared in front of Okamoto and Zhang Zizai.

The restaurant owner personally brought two pots of old wine and said, "Taijun, please enjoy your meal. If you need anything, please let me know. There are people waiting outside."

"Yoshi!"

Okamoto was very satisfied. Every time he came to this restaurant, the owner would make good arrangements: "You put in a lot of effort, good citizen!"

"Then I'll go downstairs to greet other guests. Enjoy your meal!"

The door of the private room was closed again. Okamoto personally filled Zhang Zizai's glass and raised it to express his gratitude: "Zhang Sang, you saved my life this time. This glass of wine is a toast to you!"

Zhang Zizai didn't dare to be arrogant, and quickly picked up the wine glass and responded: "This is all my service to you, Okamoto-kun, you are welcome!"

This also made Zhang Zizai realize that the plan had worked. At least Okamoto didn't have to commit suicide by seppuku. The information was true anyway, and whether the Japanese could get any benefits had nothing to do with Okamoto.

To ensure the plan could proceed smoothly, Zhang Zizai asked, "Mr. Okamoto, after Colonel Ono learned of this intelligence, did you have any thoughts of sending troops to encircle and suppress the enemy?"

In Zhang Zizai's opinion, Ono should not be a reckless person. With a row of hundreds of soldiers and the fact that Heiyun Village is easy to defend but difficult to attack, it would be difficult for Ono to gain any benefit without mobilizing all his troops.

It has been a while since Zhang Zizai last had any contact with the First Platoon, and he didn't know the current situation of the First Platoon. If he knew that the First Platoon was a team of more than a thousand people, he would probably be eager for Ono to attack with his entire army.

In the intelligence he told Okamoto, he only reported half of the troops and weapons and equipment of a row, in order to prevent Ono from taking it seriously and sending a large force to encircle and suppress them.

However, Okamoto's words made him want to slap the other person in the face.

"Zhang-san, I came to you this time to tell you this. I have promised Ono-kun that I will definitely wipe out the Eighth Route Army in Heiyun Village. If I can't do it, I will commit seppuku to apologize!"

I******!

Zhang Zizai tightly gripped the wine glass in his hand, constantly reminding himself to stay calm and restrained!

At this moment, he really wanted to slap Okamoto, the fool!

I took great pains and even exposed a row of bases just to save you from death, but you are so stupid that you ask for death on your own initiative!

Damn it, all my efforts were in vain!

In the county town, only Ono has the power to mobilize all the troops. Others can mobilize at most one battalion, and this requires Ono's permission.

Okamoto is the head of an intelligence department and has no real power, otherwise he would not have become good friends with Zhang Zizai.

I don't know where this idiot got the confidence from. He actually took the initiative to propose to encircle and wipe out a row of people. This is the first time I see someone rushing to die.

Not wanting everyone's efforts to go to waste, Zhang Zizai could only tell Okamoto about the cruelty of war so that he would take back his words: "Okamoto-kun, war is not as simple as you think. You can't win a war with just a team. You have to consider the combat effectiveness of both sides, the combat environment, and when to set out. You need to have a detailed battle plan..."

Zhang Zizai talked a lot, but when he looked closely, he saw that the damn Okamoto was drunk and was mumbling something in a daze.

Zhang Zizai listened closely and broke out in a cold sweat. "Once I've wiped out this Eighth Route Army unit, I'll report it to Commander Yoshio Shinozuka. Ono, that incompetent loser, was fooled around by a platoon of the Eighth Route Army. He's not even worthy of being a regiment commander."

"Zhang Sang, you have to help me. Once I become the captain of the corps, you will rise to prominence with me!"

Fortunately, there were only the two of them here. If Ono's men had heard this, Okamoto would have probably lost his life without even having to go to the battlefield.

"Okamoto-kun, you've had too much to drink. You should take a rest first!"

"idiot!"

Okamoto pushed Zhang Zizai's hand away and said, "I'm not drunk! I'm telling the truth!"

This is the case with people who have a low alcohol tolerance but still love to drink. They become unrecognizable after one glass of wine.

Zhang Zizai didn't even touch his chopsticks despite the delicious food on the table.

However, it is a good thing that Okamoto is drunk. He can take this opportunity to notify the first platoon, and the Japanese will soon send troops to Heiyun Village.

He asked the waiter to take Okamoto to rest. Zhang Zizai did not waste the food on the table. He had someone pack it up and bring it back to the camp for his brothers to eat.

Before leaving, Zhang Zizai gave more than ten silver dollars. He didn't know how much the meal would cost, so he just gave a little.

There is no way to deal with not having enough money, this is all he has now.

The restaurant owner looked at his departing back, then looked at the silver dollar in his hand, and for a moment he didn't know what to do.

After the waiter settled Okamoto down, he went downstairs and happened to see the shopkeeper in this state. He couldn't help but ask curiously, "Shopkeeper, what's wrong with you?"

The boss spread out his palm and said, "I've entertained so many Japanese puppet soldiers, but this is the first time I've seen puppet soldiers pay for their meals."

"What's wrong with that?"

The waiter said, "That person has a conscience and won't eat for free. He'll take it if he gives it to us. He can't just give it back, right?"

The boss didn't say anything. The waiter didn't understand the ways of the world.

"Oh, forget it. At worst, I can just return the money to him next time I see him."