Snow Leopard: Building the Strongest Elite Group through Robbery

Chapter 681 You really don’t know why you are famous in Osaka

Zhou Weiguo turned around and sat down on an unpainted stool, then put his feet on the table and said, "I just want to tell Nakamura to be polite to Ono when he sees him."

To be polite, Ono is going to ask them to lay down their weapons.

"Don't you think this is a bit cruel? Not only do they ask a soldier to lay down his weapon, but they also have to be polite to those who try to persuade him. For the Japanese army, which has transformed from Bushido, this is undoubtedly like stabbing a knife into their chest."

"That's what they asked for, isn't it?" Why attack Kunlun Pass for no reason? Are they planning to attack Guizhou or Yunnan from the north?

Yunnan will lose a part, but that should not come from Guangxi, but from Myanmar. Of course, it is hard to say whether they will come in again in the future. Everything depends on the development of the situation.

If necessary, it is fine to let them in, but if it is not necessary, they have no chance of entering the southwest gate.

"I am cruel, but they are more cruel. They should be thankful that I can spare their lives." Zhou Weiguo's cold laugh made Takeshita Shun turn his head and look at the Japanese position.

It's just your bad luck that you met him. You have to swallow the bitter fruit yourself.

Masao Nakamura prepared to gather troops and launch a night attack to recapture the occupied place. That place was very important. If the enemy occupied it for a long time, they might be able to go around to the rear and cut off his retreat. He would then be trapped and die here.

Longping will become the burial place of this brigade.

Before he could form a suicide squad, Tanaka came up to him and said, "The enemy has retreated."

"What?" Nakamura Masao looked at Tanaka with a numb expression. "What did you say? They retreated?"

Impossible. They mobilized bombers, artillery, tanks, and thousands of troops, just to take a walk?

He took the telescope to the bunker and looked over.

Indeed, the enemy withdrew.

Their tanks were retreating in reverse, with their guns pointed at their own positions. At the front were their infantry, who had been well-organized not long ago, but now were like loose ducks, dragging their weapons and running to their rear.

"What do you mean?" Masao Nakamura asked himself, considering himself a well-informed person.

At this moment, Zhou Weiguo's action confused him.

Half an hour later, in Changsha, Nakamura, who was in charge of transferring radio messages, came to Nanzō Yunko, confused by the message in his hand. "Miss, what does my uncle mean by this?"

Nanzō Yunko, who had changed into a cheongsam and was about to head to Changsha's bustling snack street, glanced at him and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Miss, less than ten minutes after occupying the left position of the Nakamura Brigade, the Second Uncle retreated. And according to his previous actions, he mobilized a bomber formation to bomb."

puff...

Nanzō Yunko didn't usually laugh, but this time she couldn't help but take the message and said, "What's there to be confused about? He wants to tell Nakamura Masao a very sad truth. There are only times when I want to hit you and times when I don't. There's never a time when I can't beat you. He wants to tell Nakamura Masao that your life and death are in my hands."

"Why? What's the point of doing this?" Nakamura didn't understand.

Nanzō Yunko took the message, glanced at it, and smiled. "Give it to the General. He'll tell you why."

Okamura Neiji was playing chess with Yamadajima in the courtyard. The message Nakamura handed him made Okamura smile bitterly. "See? This Zhou Weiguo is like an old lady's foot binding—stinky and long. Anyone who gets involved with him will surely suffer."

Nakamura still had to accompany Nanzō Yunko shopping, but the lady asked him to ask this person, so he didn't plan to trouble the lady anymore.

"General, what is his intention in doing this?"

"We have the initiative at the negotiation table." Okamura Neiji said as he devoured the soldiers of Yamadajima.

Yamadajima looked at his captured soldier, moved his car to the side with a helpless look on his face, and added, "Nakamura Masao doesn't have many options left."

Masao Nakamura never figured out why the other party suddenly retreated. Was it because they were worried that he would suddenly counterattack?

He wanted to fight back, but it definitely wouldn't be done in an open and aboveboard way. With their equipment, they didn't have to worry about that, but why... why did they suddenly withdraw?

"Still haven't you figured it out?" Tanaka came to him and asked with his hands behind his back.

Nakamura Masao nodded. "Yeah, I really don't understand what their intention is in doing this."

"Perhaps, a spy we just caught will give you the answer."

spy?

As for spies in this place, their own army was suppressed within about one kilometer around Longping Town. Their reconnaissance planes could clearly know their deployment. Do they still need spies?

"For a place this small, why would we need to use spies? Or rather, is it really necessary? The slightest movement would be detected by both sides, right?"

"To be precise, he came to your door himself. Do you want to meet him? He specifically asked to see you by name." Tanaka did not respond to his words, but directly explained how the other party came.

"See you." After covering the map, Masao Nakamura signaled Tanaka to call someone.

Not long after, a man dressed in a short shirt walked in, carrying a bamboo basket on his back.

He was a very ordinary person, but he could tell that he was a professional soldier. As for why his eyes had a scorching glow, he was a little confused.

"Who are you?" Nakamura Masao asked in broken Chinese. "Why did you come to see me?"

After throwing the basket on the ground, Ono calmly took out a cigarette, then took out a diamond-studded kerosene lighter and lit it.

Masao Nakamura was a little confused by this action.

This guy is here to show off his wealth.

Even a lighter is inlaid with diamonds. What if you have too much money and have nothing to burn?

Watching him slowly light a cigarette and then put the lighter into his somewhat tattered pocket, Nakamura narrowed his eyes and asked again; "Who are you?"

"Stop talking in this language. It sounds awkward." Ono took a drag on his cigarette and looked at Nakamura. "I understand what you're saying."

People from the Empire?

Nakamura Masao narrowed his eyes. "Judging from your accent, you're from Osaka."

"It's an honor." Ono looked at Nakamura with a smile on his face. "I never thought that I, an Osaka native, would have such a day that the imperial soldiers would remember me like this. As an Osaka native, I am truly honored."

What the fuck...

Seeing this person in front of him not feeling ashamed but rather looking honored, Nakamura almost spit in his face.