Anti-Japanese sharpshooter

Chapter 567 Get on the Ship
Chapter 585 Boarding

Facing Hasegawa's question, Yamahira Saichiro glanced at him, and then did not answer.

Of course he is not reconciled. The city of Wuhan, which he has worked so hard for several years, is now going to be handed over to others.

Who can be willing!

However, what if you are not reconciled?

This is the emperor's order. From tomorrow, this will be the city of Xiyue Taro, and I will set off to return to my country.

For me, this place will soon become a thing of the past.

Yamahira Saichiro patted the railing heavily with his hand, then squeezed a smile on his face, and said to Hasegawa: "Hase-kun, let's go in for a drink. Remember, I'm going back to my country, but you still have to I will continue to stay in this city."

Hasegawa shook his head helplessly, and the two turned their heads and walked into the brightly lit boat.

And just as the two of them entered, they slipped out of a sampan quietly in the dark corner of the river.

The sampan is very small and flimsy, like a willow leaf on the wide and vague river surface, it does not attract the attention of others at all.

And on the thin sampan, there were two figures clinging to the sampan, gently paddling the water surface with their hands, making the thin sampan slowly slide towards the devil's big boat.

The devils on the deck stood upright, but they didn't notice the arrival of these two unexpected guests at all.

Jiang Tiandao lowered his body very low, almost lying on the sampan.

Fan Cunyi, who grew up by the river, is naturally good at water, and his ability to control the sampan is even more extraordinary.

He lowered his body, paddled the water with one hand, and swung the sampan with the other, allowing the sampan to gently approach the big ship without making a sound.

When the sampan was finally attached to the big ship slowly, Fan Cunyi turned his face to look at Jiang Tiandao, both of them had eyes full of excitement.

Fan Cunyi tied the small sampan to the side of the boat with the rope he had prepared long ago, and then made a gesture to Jiang Tiandao.

Jiang Tiandao nodded and hid himself in the dark shadows, while Fan Cunyi grabbed the anchor chain of the big ship that sank to the bottom of the sea.

The iron chain was light and thick, but Fan Cunyi grasped the iron chain like a monkey holding a mountain vine, his body was as relaxed as a swallow, and he climbed up the iron chain after a while.

He didn't climb up in a hurry, but slowly raised his head and looked around, and found that not far away was a devil gendarme standing there with a gun on his back.

But close at hand, the devil gendarme knew nothing about his arrival.

Fan Cunyi held his breath, and with a knife in his mouth, he slowly grabbed the deck and climbed up.

He was cautious, afraid that if he made a sound, it would ruin his own affairs.

The devil stood there with his face turned to one side, looking into the cabin from time to time.

The cabin was brightly lit, and all kinds of women with heavy makeup undoubtedly seduced the devil's mind, so that he didn't notice Fan Cunyi's arrival at all.

When he realized it was too late, Fan Cunyi tightly covered his mouth with one hand, and cut his throat with the knife with the other.

Blood spurted out, and the devil's body struggled feebly for a few times, before finally softening slowly.

Fan Cunyi didn't dare to be careless, he just hugged the devil tightly until he was sure that the devil was dead, then slowly dragged the body into the shadows and hid it, then looked left and right for no one, returned to the bedside, and put a A rope hangs down.

After a while, Fan Cunyi pulled up Jiang Tiandao who was hiding below. The two of them didn't say a word, they looked left and right, then leaned down and followed the shadows towards the back of the boat.

The cabin was singing and dancing, while the kitchen at the back was bustling with activity, where Japanese and Chinese cooks were sweating profusely, preparing food and snacks for the devils and traitors at the front.

As for cooking, those Chinese chefs will be obviously discriminated against here. While they are busy sweating profusely, they are also scolded and scolded by those arrogant Japanese cooks.

"Mom sells noodles, you little devil! I let you eat, let you eat!"

When Jiang Tiandao and Fan Cunyi touched it, a small man was hiding in a corner, cursing bitterly and spitting on a plate of dishes in his hand.

Obviously, he had just been beaten by Japanese officers and chefs, and there was still a scar on his face.

While spitting, he turned the dishes over with his dirty hands.

At the same time, he turned his head and looked into the cabin, for fear that others would see it.

But when he looked up, he saw an unfamiliar face.

The little man trembled in fright, and the plate in his hand almost fell to the ground.

Jiang Tiandao grabbed the crooked plate as soon as he stretched out his hand, and then said with a smile: "Be careful, if you break the plate, you will lose your job."

The little man's face was pale, and he looked at Jiang Tiandao nervously.

Compared with breaking the plate, he was more worried about whether the other party saw him spitting on the plate.

Breaking a plate could mean losing your job, but seeing yourself spit could mean losing your head.

But fortunately, the person in front of him looks like a Chinese, and he has a smile on his face, as if he is going to denounce himself.

The little man smiled gratefully: "Thank you, brother."

Although this face was a bit unfamiliar, the little man was not suspicious at all.

Because the chefs here change almost every day, each chef can hardly stay for three days.

The little man has only been here for a few days, at least he has seen a few dials changed.

Moreover, there are not only chefs in the back kitchen of the ship, but also handymen. The other party looks more like a handyman similar to himself.

Jiang Tiandao smiled: "Hurry up and send it in, or you will be scolded again later."

Yes, if you don't send it in, you will be scolded again.

The little man nodded gratefully, and hurriedly brought the tray in.

In the hall, a tall Japanese officer was standing in the center of the hall, singing loudly.

Around, the other Japanese military officers also put down their wine glasses, beat and danced for him.

The atmosphere in the hall was just warm.

The devils blushed one by one, looking very excited.

The little man put his drool-inducing plate on the central table, and was about to exit.

But accidentally, he bumped into a Japanese officer who was singing and dancing there.

"Baga! China pig!" The short, fat Japanese officer cursed and kicked the little man.

Kick the little man to sit on the ground.

The surrounding Japanese roared with laughter.

The little man blushed, but he didn't dare to say anything, he got up and slipped out with a smile on his face.

As soon as he came out, he met Jiang Tiandao and Fan Cunyi standing there, staring at the devil inside.

(End of this chapter)