When he was still more than a hundred meters away from the Japanese Marine Corps headquarters, Zhou Zhihan asked the young driver to stop, and he walked toward the headquarters alone with his camera.
At this time, people were coming and going on the street. He stood in the alley and took pictures without being discovered.
After walking for more than ten steps, Zhou Zhihan turned around again, took out two chocolates from his pocket and handed them to the driver: "You will take me to the dock later. I am worried that I will forget, so I will bring you these two chocolates first." Go back and give the two children a taste."
"Now there are three!" A loyal smile appeared on the young coachman's face. He bowed and took the chocolate with both hands. Knowing that it was an American product, he said excitedly.
"oh!"
Zhou Zhihan smiled, "So fast!"
"Hehe!" The young coachman smiled a little shyly: "Last night when I got home, my wife said she was pregnant. My mother sent an old Chinese doctor back overnight, and she found it was a happy pulse, boy!"
Zhou Zhihan smiled and took out the two chocolates left in his pocket: "Congratulations! I give them all to you."
The gate of the Japanese Marine Corps Headquarters is a spacious area. There are several soldiers guarding the gate. No one is allowed to get close. Beyond that is a big road with many pedestrians. There are foreign cars, bicycles, and delivery people. There are also rickshaws that pull people.
Zhou Zhihan stood under a big tree next to the mission hospital established by foreigners across the road. He picked up his camera and took a series of shots at the gate of the Marine Corps, and then took pictures of the terrain surrounding the headquarters.
Just when he lowered his head to change the film, he suddenly felt pain in his left and right waists at the same time, and something sharp and hard had been pressed against him.
This is a bayonet.
"Don't move! I'll kill you if you move. Slowly raise your hands."
A voice speaking blunt Mandarin sounded coldly behind Zhou Zhihan, followed by the sound of pulling the bolt of a gun.
Zhou Zhihan acted very calmly and slowly raised his hands, but sweat suddenly broke out on his back. With his peripheral vision, he could see two Japanese soldiers holding Sanba Gai standing behind him.
A Japanese military commander with eyes as sharp as an eagle, holding a pistol, walked up to Zhou Zhihan, reached out to take away his camera and took a look at it, then waved at the two Japanese soldiers, with two bayonets behind him, forcing Zhou Zhihan to go to the Marine Corps. Go to the headquarters.
Across the busy street, people looked at Zhou Zhihan one after another. Some people's eyes were full of sympathy, some had indifferent expressions, as if they were used to all this, and some bowed their heads in regret, sighing helplessly.
Zhou Zhihan could feel that the bayonet had pierced his skin, and the blood was flowing down like hot earthworms. This was the price he paid for his immaturity and inexperience.
Zhou Zhihan was forced forward by the bayonet, and several coping methods flashed in his mind. He was sure to knock down three Japanese and escape within two seconds.
But he did not do that. Instead, he obeyed the Japanese and was escorted into the gate of the Marine Corps headquarters.
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to take advantage of the situation!
The two bayonets stared closely, sticking tightly to Zhou Zhihan's skin. He walked into the gate of the Navy Headquarters. Under the leadership of the commander Cao in front, he walked into a large, dark and cold room, which was full of people of all kinds. A torture instrument, and the whip hanging on the wall was stained with blood.
"idiot!"
Zhou Zhihan suddenly yelled in Japanese, "You idiots, how dare you treat me like this, Baga, do you know who I am?"
At this moment, Zhou Zhihan's body was filled with aura.
The sergeant was stunned by this sudden curse, and the two soldiers behind him holding rifles were also stunned.
Zhou Zhihan said as he took out an ID from his pocket with his left hand, held it on his fingertips, but did not hand it to the sergeant: "Do you know who I am, you stupid pig!"
The sergeant was completely stunned by Zhou Zhihan's pure Kyoto accent. How could this pure Kyoto accent come from a humble Chinese? He quickly reached out to pick up the ID held between Zhou Zhihan's fingers.
"idiot!"
Zhou Zhihan's right hand lashed out at the sergeant's face like lightning.
"Pop!"
The sergeant was slapped twice and was stunned for a moment. He knew that he might have gotten into trouble and arrested the wrong big shot.
Zhou Zhihan's face was filled with anger and arrogance: "What qualifications do you have to see my ID! Let your commander come out to see me."
After Zhou Zhihan finished speaking, he turned around and slapped each of the two soldiers holding Sanba Gai twice: "Baga! Why don't you go and call your commander over."
Zhou Zhihan, full of anger and arrogance, suppressed the three Japanese soldiers.
The hierarchical system in the Japanese army is very strict, and superiors can beat subordinates who make mistakes during wartime.
Zhou Zhihan knew before time travel that the Japanese hierarchy system is strict, subordinates must be respectful to their superiors, and officers have the power of life and death over their subordinates.
It is normal for an officer to beat a soldier. This is normal in the Japanese army, and the soldier who is beaten does not dare to resist. If he resists even a little bit, he may die inexplicably in the future.
Japanese people have been instilled with the concept of hierarchy since childhood, and after joining the army, absolute obedience to their superiors was reinforced.
The reason why the Japanese were able to sweep across Asia lies in their strict military hierarchy and the absolute obedience of their soldiers.
Zhou Zhihan has a fair face, excellent temperament, and a pure Kyoto accent. He hits people when he comes up. To a few Japanese soldiers from a remote place, he is the boss.
The sergeant and the two soldiers covered their faces and looked at the Chinese man in front of them in confusion...
No no no,
This man is definitely not from China.
With a little more courage, the Chinese would not dare to attack the imperial army like this.
A moment later, one of the beaten soldiers lowered his head and covered his face. Behind him was a second lieutenant officer with a short stature and violent eyes. He looked like a ruthless person at first glance.
Zhou Zhihan's anger was still lingering, so the sergeant and the soldier stepped aside, lowering their heads and not daring to speak.
"Your Excellency is..."
The second lieutenant officer just heard that the beaten soldier said that he might have arrested the wrong person, so he quickly followed him out. He was not sure what the rank of the young man with excellent temperament in front of him was, so he could only politely call Zhou Zhihan your Excellency.
Zhou Zhihan handed the certificate to the second lieutenant.
"It turns out it's Satomi Kotarou-kun who graduated from the Randolph Air Force Academy in the United States." The second lieutenant officer looked at the letter, smiled quickly, and returned the letter to Zhou Zhihan with a very humble expression.
Although he saw that there was no military rank on Zhou Zhihan's ID, it was absolutely true that he had returned from studying at Randolph Air Force Academy in the United States and was a specially sent cadet by the Imperial Navy Command. Moreover, the ID had the seal and principal of Randolph Air Force Academy. This is even more true. International students like this will have to have a minimum rank of major or lieutenant when they join the army in the future.
The rank of flight lieutenant is much higher than that of army lieutenant, and there are more opportunities for promotion. Facing the old Chinese aircraft, flight officers will be promoted very quickly. Maybe one day they will shoot down one or two Chinese aircraft and be promoted to the rank of lieutenant. Captain or major.
Seeing that the second lieutenants were all respectful to Zhou Zhihan, the sergeant dared not let go. Especially the two soldiers, whose legs were weak because their bayonets were stained with blood.
The second lieutenant respectfully returned the certificate to Zhou Zhihan and said, "I am Doi Takao. Please forgive me, Mr. Tailang. This misunderstanding is all caused by the Chinese." He said to his three subordinates, "Hurry up. Bow your head and admit your mistake to Mr. Tailang."
"Forget it, they don't know who I am, and that's their responsibility. Don't blame them." Zhou Zhihan waved to the three Japanese soldiers who lowered their heads to admit their mistake.
The sergeant and the soldiers quickly thanked them, especially the two soldiers. After hearing what Mr. Tailang said, they immediately felt relieved and kept bowing and apologizing.
Walking out of the dark torture chamber, Zhou Zhihan was suddenly stunned, because there was a man standing not far outside the door, looking toward the torture chamber. It seemed that he was the one who sold him cigarettes by the Huangpu River and took him to find a photo location. That Chinese guy.
Mudd, this sanctimonious man actually has a traitor.
