Pan Huanghe raised his head from the iron gate and bowed like the Japanese. He pointed at his mouth and then pointed at the corpse in the expeditionary army uniform not far away. He waved his hand and whimpered.
This meant:
My mouth was stabbed by this soldier and I couldn't speak.
The Japanese looked down and gloated.
"Yuxi! Are you injured? And he was locked up by this Chinese?"
Pan Huanghe didn't understand what the Japanese was saying. He walked to the iron gate, knocked on the fence, and pointed outside, meaning to ask the Japanese to let him out.
The Japanese looked indifferent and was about to leave.
Pan Huanghe hurriedly took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to the Japanese.
When the Japanese saw this, his mood immediately turned sunny. He smiled and patted Pan Huanghe's shoulder, giving him a thumbs up.
"You have a great conscience!"
After saying that, he took out his key and opened the iron fence.
Pan Huanghe thought to himself, Damn it, this is also popular among the Japanese!
He didn't expect that the pack of cigarettes he found in the pockets of the Japanese would play such an important role at the critical moment.
Pan Huanghe thought that he must not expose his identity unless it was absolutely necessary. He must hide his identity as much as possible and learn more from the enemy before waiting for an opportunity to act.
That night, the Japanese held a celebration party and held a banquet to celebrate the annihilation of the Chinese expeditionary force.
Beside the corpses of the Chinese expeditionary soldiers, the Japanese were feasting and singing loudly.
Pan Huanghe blended into the crowd with his head lowered and his hat on. No one paid attention to him. He had never eaten such good food before. He had never seen so many delicious things. Large pieces of pork and large bowls of wine filled the table.
Pan Huanghe only wanted to eat meat, but he didn't drink alcohol. Firstly, drinking alcohol occupied his stomach, and the capacity of his stomach was reduced. Naturally, there would be less meat. Secondly, he was afraid that he would give himself away when he was drunk. If that happened, he would be done for. He would not even be able to protect his life.
Pan Huanghe quickly used his innate talent in eating and drinking. In an instant, the table was covered in dust, and the Japanese people watching were dumbfounded.
Pan Huanghe thought to himself,'Damn it, this is a special occasion and a special period. How can I eat and drink freely like in my own army?'
Pan Huanghe buried his head in the bowl and glanced at the people on the table.
A fierce-looking Japanese put down his chopsticks and was already very dissatisfied with him.
"Humph! Baka!"
After saying that, Cang Lang pulled out his military saber.
Pan Huanghe cried out in his heart,'This is bad!
However, on second thought, it was worth it to be a hungry ghost before dying.
The strange atmosphere at this table immediately spread to several tables nearby. Many people began to notice the situation here.
At this moment, a man who looked like an officer walked over and asked,
"What kind of place do you work?"
The saber-wielding devil on the table pointed at Pan Huanghe and said,"
"Grandma's good-for-nothing!"
When the officer saw that the table was empty, he understood that they were angry about this. He waved his hand and shouted,
"Haha, so what? If he could eat, then let him eat as much as he wanted. If he ate enough, then he could beat up the pigs of the Heavenly Dynasty! Come, let's have another table!"
The officer patted the Japanese soldier who pulled out his military knife and said,"
"Guitian! Today is our day of celebration. Don't fuss over these small matters!”
The Japanese named Kameda who pulled out his military knife immediately put his legs together and stood at attention. He shouted,
"Reporting to Young Master Kanemitsu Kejiro, hi!”
Pan Huanghe found out that the Japanese officer who had just come was the highest commander here, and he was shocked.
The storm was finally over.
Just as everyone was enjoying their meal, Kanemitsu Kejiro clapped his hands and saw about 20 beautiful women in gorgeous clothes standing in a line in the middle of the table and dancing.
In order to survive, those military prostitutes had long forgotten their grief. At this moment, they were trying their best to satisfy the desires of these Japanese devils. Each of them used their seductive skills. Some of them winked at them, some of them were untidy, and their snow-white breasts were faintly visible. Some even deliberately pulled up the hem of their skirts, revealing their plump thighs... This caused the Japanese devils watching from the side to drool. If it wasn't for the senior officer in front of them, they would have rushed up long ago.
From time to time, the Japanese would let out lewd laughter, and the military prostitutes would also sing.
The Japanese's eyes almost fell out.
After a long time, after eating and drinking to their hearts 'content, Kanigami Kejiro walked up to the stage and clapped his hands to stop the military prostitutes from dancing. He said to the Japanese excitedly,
"Today is a day worth celebrating. The Chinese expeditionary army has been defeated by us! Even if they grew wings, they could forget about attacking!”
The Japanese in the crowd also joined in.
"Beat down the Celestial Pig! Beat up the Celestial Pig!"
The big devil, Kanemitsu Keiciro, looked satisfied. He pointed at the military prostitute in front of him and said,
"Tonight, each regiment will have three military prostitutes.”
Before he could finish his sentence, the Japanese were in a state of jubilation. Like hungry tigers pouncing on lambs, they all pounced on the military prostitutes.
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