"What? Your group is not coming? Where has he gone?"
The British consul complied with everything, and after the wounded and new soldiers handed over their weapons, they sent them home on the spot.
But when it comes to returning home, only those recruits have homes in the concession. Those injured soldiers can only live in the homes of these recruits.
Fortunately, there were enough new recruits, about twice as many as the wounded, so the personnel were all arranged.
Of course, this is all for Dragon Boat Festival’s sake. Otherwise, the British consul would never allow these wounded soldiers and citizens who had served in the army to return to their homes. He would find a place to corral them so they wouldn't cause trouble.
However, when he was in the office and waited until eight o'clock at night, he only got a letter from the Dragon Boat Festival: Mr. Consul, I left just as I came quietly, without taking away a trace of cloud in the sky; look good and cherish yourself , I will come back in three months to have a drink and talk with Mr. Consul.
That's what the whole letter is about.
After reading the letter, the British consul was 100% sure that the letter was written by the madman. Otherwise, a normal person would not be able to write such a letter.
However, he still understood what the lunatic was saying: When I leave, just like when I came, no one will know when I come or where I come from. However, I will come back in three months, help me take care of my people, and let's drink together.
But this can also be said the other way around. If the British consul does not take care of his people, arrests them, or abuses them, then it may not be as simple as just drinking.
The British consul wanted to curse, but Shangguan Zhibiao was still in front of him.
He could only nod in acquiescence, forced out a smile and said, "I'm so happy. Mr. Dragon Boat Festival will be back in three months."
Shangguan Zhibiao said politely: "Me too, I really want to see the group again."
The British consul asked: "Then where did Mr. Dragon Boat Festival go?"
Shangguan Zhibiao smiled and replied: "No one can guess Tuan Zuo's whereabouts, just like his endless tactics."
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The British consul was speechless and thought to himself: What kind of person he is, what kind of soldiers he teaches, he is so cunning.
"Then please, Mr. Shangguan!"
The British consul issued an order to expel the guests. Shangguan Zhibiao left with a smile.
At this time, Shangguan Zhibiao had just reached the stairs when he heard the sound of things being smashed in the Consul Wenying's office.
No need to ask, the British consul also started to go crazy.
This crazy disease seems to be easily contagious.
Shangguan Zhibiao continued to smile because he felt that he was also infected.
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At the same time, more than a dozen military trucks were driving on the road ten kilometers away to the north of Sihang Warehouse.
Standing on the truck were all soldiers of the independent regiment wearing Japanese military uniforms, and among them were prisoners of war who were not wearing Japanese military uniforms and were tied up in a symbolic way.
This is one of the plans for the Dragon Boat Festival. Dress up as a Japanese convoy escorting prisoners of war and go to the little Japanese headquarters to have a look.
Of course, this is what he said to Xie Jinyuan and others. But it's not his true intention, but only ghosts know it.
Xie Jinyuan naturally objected, and it was simply a joke to rely on these few people to attack the little devil's headquarters.
But Duanwu said that the little devil has now punched out all his powerful fists. The rear defense must be empty. Let's fight over, find the Japanese headquarters, and kill Matsui Iwane first. When the Japanese are in chaos, not only will we escape, but the siege of Jiangyin will also be lifted.
Xie Jinyuan naturally knows Jiangyin. But what he didn't know was that there was another battle in Jiangyin.
However, he felt that what Dragon Boat Festival said was reasonable, so he went crazy with him.
And what about Dragon Boat Festival, the victim at this time?
He is studying Japanese in a moving car.
Not knowing Japanese has become an eternal pain in his heart. He regretted that he had learned English instead of Japanese.
Otherwise, why would you use five gold bars to acquire reporters from the buyer’s side? Wouldn't it be nice to pretend to be a Japanese military officer?
Reporter Fang complained while driving on the side: "If I had known, if I had to pretend to be a Japanese military officer, I would have asked you for five more gold bars."
Duan Wu thought to himself: "If I had known that I could travel through time, I would have learned Japanese! How could I have known so much earlier?"
"Eh? Why are you pretending to be a major, while I, who can speak Japanese, am a captain, and why do I have to drive for you?"
Reporter Fang suddenly asked Duan Wu dissatisfiedly.
Duanwu leaned on the back of his chair, put his feet on the dashboard, and said like a big boss: "Have you ever seen any senior Japanese officer talk to the guards by himself? That would lose his identity. By the way, don't talk to me. Apart from anything else, teach me Japanese right now, I’ll give you the money.”
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Reporter Fang was speechless and thought to himself: Why did I get on this pirate ship?
However, he still began to teach Dragon Boat Festival Japanese pronunciation. Because this is a matter of his life and death.
Just for a moment, I stopped learning during the Dragon Boat Festival because learning pronunciation was really annoying.
Reporter Fang said: "How can you learn Japanese if you don't learn pronunciation?"
Dragon Boat Festival said: "a, o, e, i, u, ü, g, k, h... aren't they all the same? Teach me daily vocabulary first."
Reporter Fang was speechless and could only ask: "Do you have a basic knowledge of Japanese? Are you not able to speak it at all, or can you speak a little bit?"
"idiot!"
Dragon Boat Festival came first.
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Reporter Fang was speechless and asked, "Is there more?"
"Bagaya road!"
Dragon Boat Festival came again.
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Reporter Fang was speechless again and continued to ask: "Is there more?"
"Yeah, yeah,..."
"Shh, shh!"
Reporter Fang quickly covered Duanwu's mouth and almost overturned the car. He thought to himself: "You brat dare to say anything."
After a while, Reporter Fang sighed and said, "You don't have any basic knowledge of Japanese. I have to teach it all over again."
Duanwu urged: "Then you teach me quickly, time is tight. I still need to learn Japanese to scold the little devil!"
Reporter Fang had no choice but to pat his chest and said: "I (dig Daxi dig)"
"It's me who's digging in the west." Duanwu nodded.
"Hello (cry and dig together)"
"Hello (cry and dig together)"
The Dragon Boat Festival is repeated, and learning Japanese officially begins. And he studied very seriously.
But in a peaceful time, he would probably have a headache after learning it for a while. Is this Japanese spoken by humans? But now, even in the bumpy car, he can learn with gusto.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, a bright light suddenly hit him, which stung Duanwu so much that he couldn't open his eyes.
Duanwu scolded: "Baga, who the hell is walking at night with high beams on? Are you looking for death?..."
