The motorcycle driven by Sakurai finally stopped.
He didn't know how far he had run so far, nor did he know where he was.
He just knew that it was pitch dark all around, there was no one around, and there was nothing but a rural dirt road under the wheels, winding in a rugged area, and he didn't know where the end point was.
The engine was hot, and Sakurai could feel its temperature even without direct contact.
I looked at the fuel gauge and saw that there was very little left. I would probably run out of fuel after driving for twenty kilometers at most.
Turn off the engine, sit in the car and listen.
Everything was silent.
It was already past 10 o'clock, and more than two hours had passed since they escaped. I turned around and glanced at Kawatori sitting in the bucket, feeling mixed feelings in my heart, as if the guns and guns were still there, and the guards were still alive.
Taking a deep breath of cold air, Sakurai spoke slowly: "General, we should be safe!"
The Kawatori made in the three-wheeled motorcycle looked at the sky and sighed. It was like a lifetime ago. There used to be a group of good-looking guards, but now none of them were gone.
I have mixed emotions. On the one hand, I feel ashamed, and on the other hand, I feel scared.
Recalling that when they just opened the door of the carriage, they encountered a burst of machine gun fire from the Eighth Route Army. Two people died at that time, and several more died during the subsequent escape. Even his favorite forbidden love Sayuri died because the carriage rolled over. I don’t know.
He couldn't remember much about what happened after that, because after he left the car, he turned around, shrank his head, and then didn't care about anything.
Looking up at the starry sky, he asked: "Where is Sayuri?"
Sakurai did not answer, but Yajiro answered his question: "Second Lieutenant Sayuri was caught by the Eighth Route Army in order to cover the general." He was sitting in the back row. Sexually speaking, he looked better than Sakurai and Ostrich. more clearly.
What is lost can never be regained. Thinking of that graceful figure, Sichuan Bird couldn't help but feel a little melancholy in his heart, "It's difficult for her. The Eighth Route Army treats prisoners preferentially, so it shouldn't be difficult for her!"
There was a burst of floral fragrance on the clothes. After taking a breath, he remembered that the military uniform belonged to Sayuri. Because they were about the same height, Yajiro suggested that he and Sayuri change clothes before escaping.
Kawatori probably managed to escape just because he changed his clothes.
When he thought about it, he felt relieved. If the old thing doesn't go away and the new one doesn't come in, it will just be a toy. When the time comes, he will find a better one.
He walked up from the bucket and stretched his muscles.
He took out a cigarette and took a puff, then looked at the rice fields beside the road, thinking to himself, it was still too dangerous outside, and it was safer in the laboratory.
The red cigarette butt flickered in and out of the dark night, and the faint green smoke slowly dispersed in the cool wind. The white cigarette burned out, was thrown to the ground, stepped on, and then Sichuan Bird sat down again. Back in the motorcycle compartment.
"General? Where are we going?" Sakurai asked.
Kawatori looked at the road under his feet with the help of the moonlight, "Let's follow the road first and see if we can find a stronghold or a village." After that, he looked at his clothes and said, "Remember, my current military rank is second lieutenant! "
"Hi!" Sakurai agreed, started his motorcycle and drove down the country road.
Ten minutes later, a small village appeared in front of him. Sakurai slowed down his motorcycle and drove slowly towards the depths of the village.
The village was peaceful and peaceful at night, with no roosters crowing or dogs barking, but there was a courtyard at the other end of the village that was still twinkling with star lights.
Following the light, bypassing the fence, the motorcycle drove into this tea shed that was still in business.
Although they don't understand Chinese, they still recognize the word "tea" in Chahoro, because the word "tea" is the same regardless of Chinese characters or Japanese.
After escaping for so long, Sichuan Bird was still thirsty and thirsty. Now that he was safe, he naturally thought of going in to eat and drink in the tea shed to relieve his fatigue.
Pushing open the unlocked door, a man and a woman came into view. They looked very simple and should be the owners of this tea shed.
The boss is tall, one-eyed, and looks a bit fierce; the boss's wife has a pair of natural peach blossom eyes, a slightly plump figure, and a coquettish manner in every move, which makes people think that this woman must have come from a wealthy family.
Seeing a few Japanese people coming in, the landlady instead of being scared, she walked over with a smile, "Do you want to be a top or stay in the hotel?"
"Let's eat, Missi Missi, do you understand?" Sakurai said in blunt Chinese.
"Understood!" The landlady agreed, then turned back to the boss and said, "Damn it, did you hear that? Why don't you go and prepare wine and food for the princes? Remember to add the ingredients."
"Yeah!" The boss responded, then stood up and walked towards the kitchen.
The Japs were tired and hungry now. They not only wanted to eat, but also wanted to sleep, so Sakurai clasped his hands together, put them to his ears, and pretended to sleep: "Sleep! Is there a place?"
The landlady looked around to confirm that the boss was not there, and then whispered: "Sleep? You have to wait until I am the boss and fall asleep."
The Japanese didn't speak Chinese well and couldn't understand what the boss's wife meant, so Sakurai changed a few more gestures and gestures for a while before the boss's wife understood his true intention.
After figuring out her intention, the landlady smacked her lips and imitated Sakurai's gestures a few times: "Yes! Both big and small beds are available!" After saying that, she moved closer to Sakurai and continued teasing. , she still quite likes this handsome little devil, and if he agrees, she doesn't mind throwing herself into his arms.
But Sakurai remained unmoved, because his immediate boss was right in front of him and he didn't dare to act rashly.
After teasing Sakurai to no avail, the landlady turned her attention to Kawatori, because she felt that besides Sakurai, this Japanese guy looked okay. Although he was older, he was gentle, fair, and passable. go.
But just as she was about to approach Kawashima, she was stopped by Yajiro.
Yajiro, who was full of murderous intent, just glared at her and frightened her so much that she took a step back.
She patted her chest and suppressed the uneasiness in her heart. After a long while, she said resentfully: "I'm scared to death of my slaves. The princes will sit down first while I go to the kitchen to help." After saying that, she stepped back with her waist swaying.
Ten minutes later, a plate of braised pork, a few steamed buns, and a pot of hot wine were brought over by the boss and placed on the table.
The landlady picked up the jug, filled the glasses with wine, and then asked, "Do the princes need a little girl to accompany them?"
Although he didn't understand it, Kawatori was also a person who frequented Fengyue places, so he could guess the general meaning of the landlady.
He wanted to let her stay, but he was hurt in some way and wouldn't allow it, so he waved his hand and let the landlady go down first.
There was wine and meat, and they were tired from the journey. The Japanese didn't waste any time and started to deal with the delicious food in front of them.
Before long, the jug of wine had been drained, and there was not much meat left on the plate.
Kawatori put down Kuaizi and patted his belly, "We're almost done eating. Sakurai-kun is going to ask if the accommodation prepared for us is ready?"
"Hi!" Sakurai felt light-headed as soon as he stood up, so he sat down. Then he felt dizzy and lay on the table without moving.
Kawatori patted Sakurai, "Sakurai-kun, you drank too much..." Before he could finish his words, Kawatori swayed and fell on the table.
"Baga!" Yajiro finally realized something was wrong at this time and knew that they had been drugged, so he immediately stood up and drew his sword.
As a result, before the knife was drawn out, he fell to the ground and fell unconscious.
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