Battalion Commander Zhang Maocai
18 Night Assault 3

The Japanese base was in chaos. From time to time, there would be grenades, all kinds of firearms, and the sound of gunfire. Many Japanese soldiers were beheaded while sleeping, including the 29th division. A figure in a man's kimono appeared before Wang Chunbao's eyes. Wherever he passed, the leaves would fall. Wang Chunbao's round cheeks suddenly turned red as he looked forward to it. He had a crew cut and a pair of big, clear eyes. It was a samurai that looked like cherry blossoms, and his name was Seimiro Sacitsuki.

In front of him were the bodies of several men who had infiltrated his room, including the 29th Division soldiers who were outside. He was standing with one leg upright and the other leg crossed. He held a samurai sword in his hand and curled his arms around one leg. However, his speed was as smooth as water. Under the full moon, Wang Chunbao felt like he was going to suffocate.

At this time, Kim Zhemin bumped into a Japanese soldier with glasses and short black hair. The two of them actually made a sound at the same time. The Japanese soldier actually fell to the ground when he was cut by Kim Zhemin. Kim Zhemin also thought that he had been cut. After the incident, it was said that the Japanese soldier was slapped by the colonel who rushed over when he was awake. He was severely punished because the knife was in his elbow and he was unharmed. When he was pushed awake, he seemed to be in pain and kept twisting. When a soldier pulled a knife out of his elbow, he kept making a round mouth sound. The soldier said,"Don't be stupid…You slept well last night when we encountered this kind of thing." The colonel's expression was constantly scrunched up. Even the Japanese soldiers below began to whisper or cast disdainful and cold expressions. However, this guy had a few people in his team who had gathered with him.

Sakata was still alive, but he was seriously injured and could no longer treat the soldiers. The team felt that he was going back to China. However, after listening to his description, she felt that he was really a military doctor of the Great Japanese Empire, although he was a little docile and soft. After the colonel and some of his superiors awarded him some medals of honor, Sakata boarded the ship with the help of others. Hirai didn't seem to have made any unnecessary remarks. He wore his long coat and kimono inside. One of his hands hung out of the long sleeves. His beautiful eyes were closed and were so calm that there was no reaction or expression. After Sakata left, he didn't know who he could be with. Some of the captains in the team and some of the people in the plainclothes team looked down on him. They said that they were all men, but he was still such an existence. He really embarrassed his gender…

Last night, the Chinese soldier's figure flashed past his window again, leaving his shadow on the glowing floor. He really wanted to kill him... In the dark room, a few more 29th Army soldiers who had snuck in fell to the ground. They were shot by Hirai's silencer-equipped pistol that had pushed open the closet door. In such a dark night, he could sense that their senses were abnormally sharp. Hirai slowly walked out of the closet, like a black poisonous red spider lily blooming in the dark night.

It was said that even though Sakata's son and father complained about him when he returned to the country, they still lived a warm and peaceful life together. Sakata's wife was Kikuko. She had single-eyelids and dark eyes that looked like passersby in ancient Japanese paintings. When Little Sakata returned, she knelt at the door and handed him her shoes, welcoming him back. She closed her eyes and smiled. In the past few years, she had taught the children at home well.

Many things had happened last night. In the chaos of the Japanese base at night.

After the night of the night attack, the Japanese base area became a mess. The bodies of the Japanese soldiers and the 29th Army were scattered everywhere, and the blue and green colors intertwined. The Japanese army was furious because they were caught off guard and did not expect to be tricked by the Chinese army.

The reason why Li Mingshu knew about Little Sakata was that when he was hiding in the bushes in the camp waiting for orders, he had already seen Little Sakata unwilling to cut up the captured Chinese villagers and captives. He had been kicked and scolded by a cold military doctor. For the first time, Li Mingshu thought that the image in his heart would reappear, but unexpectedly, unlike many Japanese military doctors, he stuck a needle in the neck of the captured villager and injected the liquid into the villager. For the Koreans, this method was much better and merciful than being cut up and slaughtered alive like livestock. At that time, Li Mingshu saw his surname written in Chinese characters on Sakata's white medicine box.

After two or three times, Li Mingshu wanted to know what kind of person Sakata was.

He put on the long sleeves and cage pants of the Chinese people and went somewhere in plain clothes to meet the Chinese interpreter in the Japanese army. When they first met, Li Mingshu came out from the wall and waved his hand at the interpreter.

The interpreter was shocked, worried that the other party was playing a trick. That was because his expression just now was completely cold, and he did not look like the type to be easily dealt with. Ever since he became a translator for the Japanese, he had gone against his conscience and pretended not to see many things. There were already too many people who were worried about being stabbed or being surrounded and beaten to death on the streets. In front of the Japanese, they were like sons of bitches, with their heads lowered and their legs trembling. However, he still had a family to take care of…This was the first time he had seen the person in front of him being so polite and what he wanted to do.

Li Mingshu said,"Mr. Translator, I have something to ask you."]

The translator was already under a lot of pressure. Seeing that Li Mingshu was a little impatient, he waved his hand and said,[If you have something to say, say it quickly. What is it?]

Li Mingshu then asked,"Dr. Sakata from the Japanese seems to be very concerned about cutting and experimenting on living bodies. He hasn't been able to do these things."]

The interpreter replied,"Absolutely." He's actually really…a very good person among the Japanese. [Many Japanese military doctors and soldiers are promoting some kind of samurai spirit in their country…People in the team say that he is weak and incompetent, and some people in the same industry look down on him…]

Li Mingshu saw some of the Japanese soldiers coming over, and he quickly ran away. The interpreter scratched his head and said,[Why would I suddenly tell him this…][Speaking of which, I really want this person to talk to me more.] Li Mingshu was hiding in a dark corner, thinking that his heart was still the same as before. In the blink of an eye, he returned to a cold and emotionless expression.

On the night of the night raid, Niu Guangliang also noticed a pair of cold eyes from somewhere behind him. The gaze of the owner of this pair of eyes seemed to remind others that he was not an ordinary person. It could freeze the atmosphere. Moreover, he had been watching the soldiers for a long time, but he had allowed this to happen.

Behind Niu Guangliang, a figure leaped lightly and was pushed away by Zhang Maocai's saber.

[Can you lie down and wait for me?] Zhang Maocai's black hair gently and slowly turned his face to the owner of the eyes and said," You've been staring at us since just now.]

[F * ck!!] When Niu Guangliang heard Zhang Maocai's words, he did not know why a chilly aura began to spread from his neck.

This Japanese man had single eyelids and soft black hair that fluttered in front of his forehead. It reminded people of the Ronin samurai with messy hair that was rumored in ancient Japan. There was a terrifying feeling.

The owner of the eyes was in the room, but he was nowhere to be seen in the darkness. All of a sudden, a black shadow rushed down from a wall and stabbed at the 29th Army. The assassins in the rooms were slashed by the Japanese sword and fell to the ground. The amount of blood that splattered was not large, but it was just a drop of blood. This person's movements were extremely fast, and his movements were full of joy. His actions were like the 'elusive' in Japanese Bushido.

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