Saburo Ishii was stunned.
He never expected that the Southeast War Zone would use a sidecar motorcycle to pick him up.
He felt insulted.
Just as he was about to have a seizure, he saw the soldiers on the left and right raising their rifles, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally.
The rifle had a bayonet on it, glistening in the sunlight.
"hiss--"
Saburo Ishii took a breath of air.
He felt something was wrong in the eyes of those soldiers.
It was like the way he looked at those experimental subjects.
He instinctively brought in the senses of those experimental subjects.
Under the bright sun, a layer of cold sweat broke out on my back.
Although he didn't know why, Saburo Ishii instinctively felt that something was wrong.
The originally arrogant arrogance subsided.
"Hey, I understand."
Saburo Ishii walked to the first sidecar motorcycle and got into the sidecar.
This sidecar motorcycle was obviously recently remodeled.
In order to install a machine gun in the sidecar position, the windshield was removed.
The seats are made directly from wooden boards.
There were two ammunition boxes stuffed where the original feet were.
As a result, Saburo Ishii could only curl up his legs.
How uncomfortable it is.
"Ishii-kun, it's a bit difficult on the front line here, please forgive me."
Sato said with a smile on his face.
"It should be, it should be, Satou-san, please don't pay attention."
Saburo Ishii said quickly.
Then, under Saburo Ishii's surprised gaze, Sato got into a luxurious Stepunk car.
Saburo Ishii: "???"
What about the promised hardships on the front line?
Is this how hard it is for you?
Although he didn't recognize Stypunk's car logo, he could clearly see the interior that flashed by.
Even the curtains on the car windows are made of black velvet.
The interior inside is even more luxurious.
Do you call this hardship?
He looked at the other party's car and then at his sidecar motorcycle.
Saburo Ishii's lungs were about to explode.
Even in Manchuria, he had never suffered such treatment.
Just when he was about to get angry, the sidecar motorcycle started.
Toot toot…
A puff of black smoke came out, and the motorcycle suddenly jumped out.
Saburo Ishii felt that there seemed to be something wrong with the shock absorption of this sidecar motorcycle.
It can no longer even be described as problematic.
Saburo Ishii felt that this sidecar motorcycle had no shock absorption.
He sat on a stool made of wooden boards and could clearly feel the interaction between the tires and the ground.
Even if it was just a pebble, Ishii Saburo could feel a burst of ups and downs.
If it were a small pit, the whole person would be able to fly directly.
He was almost thrown out of the car.
It takes less than two hours from the airport to Paramount.
For Saburo Ishii, it seemed like two centuries.
At the beginning, Saburo Ishii would curse a few words.
But he found that the more he cursed, the more the rider went into the pit.
Along the way, there have been many pitfalls, big and small.
He was so shaken that all the bones in his body were about to fall apart.
"Ishii-kun, we've arrived."
Saburo Ishii looked up and found that the motorcycle had stopped in front of a building.
And Sato was looking at him with a smile.
"Is it finally here?"
Ishii struggled to get out of the motorcycle.
But he felt like his legs were almost no longer his own.
Curling up for a long time made his legs numb, numb, and sore.
Every step I took was as painful as tens of thousands of steel needles piercing my flesh.
Ishii grinned and climbed out of the truck bed.
"Ishii-kun, please come this way."
Sato on the side seemed not to notice.
Leading Ishii into Paramount.
As soon as he entered the gate of Paramount, Ishii was overwhelmed by the splendid decoration inside.
It's not like he never visited high-end places in Manchuria.
He also stayed at the Shikoku Hotel.
However, compared with Paramount, those places are similar to those of country girls.
Seeing this magnificent Paramount, Ishii felt a sense of guilt in his heart.
He speculated whether this place was really at the forefront of the war, resulting in tight transportation capacity.
Otherwise, there is no need to have such luxurious accommodation but such poor transportation.
"Could it be that I misunderstood before?"
Just when Ishii's heart was about to be filled with guilt.
Sato led the group of them through the stairs, turned a corner, and headed towards a staircase leading underground.
The further they walked, the darker it became.
The decorations on both sides are also more simple.
In the end, it turned into a perfunctory white wall.
There are dilapidated wooden doors on both sides.
I don’t know why, but water is still leaking from the walls on both sides.
The lights in the corridor flickered on and off.
It gives people an eerie feeling.
Ishii felt as if he had returned to the research institute of the Water Supply Corps.
It gave him the illusion of going home.
Sato opened a door and said: "Due to the war, the accommodation is relatively tight. Please make do with it. Please use the accommodation on this floor to your own devices."
After saying that, Sato turned and left.
Ishii looked into the room.
This is a small partition less than two square meters.
There was only an old wooden bed.
The bedding on top had been soaked with sweat and turned yellowish brown.
There are still big clumps of stains on it.
The sides of the bed were against the walls.
The walls were covered with water drops.
There are even mushrooms growing in the corners.
A giant cockroach flew out of the corner and hit Ishii directly in the face.
Ishii, who comes from the north, has never seen such a scene.
He screamed in fright.
When he opened his mouth, he felt a foreign body in his mouth.
"vomit--"
Ishii knelt down and retched.
Several students quickly helped him up.
"What the hell is this place?"
Ishii was shocked.
He never expected that there would be such a place under Paramount.
Is this really an annex of Paramount?
Ishii is now certain that Sato is definitely making things difficult for him.
No matter how tense the war zone is, you can always find a few clean houses.
No matter how difficult it is, can it still be difficult for a commander like him?
This is simply unreasonable.
"Baga! I'm going to complain to the base camp about you!"
Ishii roared angrily.
Fortunately, he thought the southeast war zone was really difficult just now.
This was obviously a deliberate attempt to make things difficult for him, Fat Tiger!
"I almost forgot."
Hearing this, Sato turned around.
There was a mocking smile on his face.
"Now, you have entered the southeast war zone. According to the regulations of the war zone, you need to maintain radio silence and all your transmitters will be confiscated."
"In addition, in order to prevent you from accidentally hurting yourself, all weapons will also be confiscated."
"Don't worry, we have no interest in your broken guns. We will return these things to you when you leave."
"Now, I can only aggrieve you."
Sato waved his hand, and dozens of soldiers following him swarmed forward and took away the guns of Ishii and his party.
