"You are Yang Tianfeng." Koshiro Morino asked arrogantly with his hands holding the handle of the commanding knife.

During World War II, there was no strict classification of Japanese command swords, and everyone above "Captain Cao" (squad leader) had one hand. Therefore, the Japanese army did not have a rigid rule on "whose level wears a knife", as long as the scabbard and hilt comply with the unified standard. Officers can use blades made by machines in the arsenal, or they can also purchase fine products handmade by sword casters.

Therefore, some officers from noble families installed the famous swords with standard sheaths and hilts and brought them to the battlefield for use, while those from poor families could only use cheap mechanism blades.

Obviously, a small sergeant would not use any fine knife.

Yang Tianfeng pursed his lips, reached out and took off the samurai sword that Miyamoto gave him from the horse's back, leaned on the ground in protest, and asked coldly: "You said it was sent by Lord Watanabe and brought Mr. Miyamoto's letter. What certificate do you have?"

What a good knife! Morino Koshiro's eyes swept across the gorgeous samurai scabbard, and he felt a little envious and angry. Such a good knife was actually held in the hands of an inferior Chinese man, which was really a waste of resources.

Seeing that Koshiro Morino didn't say anything, Yang Tianfeng paused on the ground with a samurai sword, raised his voice, and asked coldly: "His Excellency Watanabe sent you here to take your soldiers to chase women and shoot civilians at will to arouse hatred among the Chinese people?"

Morino Koshiro blinked and said, "It's not about the orders of Lord Watanabe, but us. We suspect that the two Chinese people are engaged in resistance and that they have weapons of smuggling on their ships."

Xiao Si whispered a few words in Yang Tianfeng's ear. Yang Tianfeng immediately became harder and said coldly: "I don't want to listen to your argument. Give me Mr. Miyamoto's letter and then please come back! I will submit a message to Your Excellency Watanabe and ask someone else to help me with my work."

Morino Koshiro glared at his eyes and said loudly: "We only obey the orders of Your Excellency Watanabe. You, a Chinese, have no right to decide whether we will stay or not."

Humph, humph, Yang Tianfeng sneered repeatedly, turned around with his hands behind his back, and a large group of live-fire security soldiers were running towards this side under Zong Baichuan's leadership.

Yang Tianfeng turned around, covered with cold frost, pointed to Koshiro Morino's shoulder sign and said, "You are just a leader Cao; but I am the deputy commander of the security regiment; you only have twelve soldiers, but I have more than 800 guns; you come here and you are not familiar with the place; I am the master here. In terms of military rank, military strength, and people's expectations, you are not as good as me. Moreover, you keep your Lord Watanabe by your mouth, but I don't believe he will give orders to me to obey your command."

Morino Koshiro was silent for a moment. He really couldn't come up with such an order, so he had to answer seemingly: "Your Excellency Watanabe wants me to obey his command directly and to set up a post in Qulong Town."

"Qulong Town is my defense zone, so it's a post. Humph, are you here to beg me?" Yang Tianfeng said with a sneer.

Koshiro Morino narrowed his eyes and looked at Yang Tianfeng's hateful smile and a large number of security regiment soldiers who had arrived.

Under Zong Baichuan's command and instructions, these soldiers were surrounding them, more than a dozen people. With the sound of pulling the bolts and under the dense gun mouths, his men also became nervous, raised their guns, and confronted the soldiers of the security regiment.

It is definitely not possible to fight. Once the gun is fired, his dozen or so people will be immediately beaten into sieve. Although he does not think that Yang Tianfeng dares to order the shooting, if a conflict breaks out at such a close distance, everyone may be shooting randomly based on their feelings and reactions, and the situation will be uncontrollable. But it is an extremely difficult thing to ask him to bow to the Chinese.

The two sides were in a stalemate, the atmosphere became more and more tense, and if there was a slight touch, it would bleed on the spot. Although neither side wanted such a thing to happen, the situation came to this point, and both sides were trying hard and no one could pretend to be cowardly.

Two groups of people had guns against guns, swords against swords, like two groups of dogs that were about to bite and fight. This scared Han Wenping, the translator who came with the team, was originally a small comprador. He spent a few years in a Japanese foreign business, and there was no problem with daily conversations.

But at the beginning, Yang Tianfeng said a few words of Japanese, which were more proficient than him, so he did not dare to show his clumsiness. But what Yang Tianfeng said later was Chinese, and every time he said a sentence, he stared at him. The meaning was clear without saying it, which forced him to stoop to translate truthfully.

Han Wenping originally wanted to come to Qulong Town with the Japanese. Not only was he powerful, but the local gentry had to please him, flatter him, and money, and the beauty came to him automatically. But unexpectedly, he encountered such a situation as soon as he got off the boat. The city gate caught fire and affected the fish in the pond. He did not get the Japanese, but he was implicated by the Japanese and became a ghost under the gun together.

"Yang, Captain Yang, why should you do this? Everyone has something to say and something to say." Han Wenping nodded and bowed to Yang Tianfeng, and said with a bitter face: "Don't use a knife and a gun, take a step back, take a step back."

Yang Tianfeng looked at Han Wenping, blinked his eyes, and waved to him. Han Wenping immediately shook his tail and came over. To be honest, he was a little afraid of this local snake who dared to shoot at the Japanese and ordered his subordinates to confront the Japanese.

He reached out and took off Han Wenping's sunglasses, Yang Tianfeng put them on his face and asked, "Is it appropriate for me to wear them?"

"It's suitable, it's very suitable. It's simple. It's just for you Captain Yang." Han Wenping said with a flattering look on his face.

Yang Tianfeng nodded with satisfaction, and this show is almost over. I believe that soon, the story of my young master's courage to draw guns from the Japanese and leading people to the Japanese will spread. This is an increase in prestige, and it is also a vaccination for the security team first.

Of course, it is not impossible to turn against the Japanese now. Huang Shui is probably coming soon. The Japanese have no time and energy to take revenge on themselves for the time being. But the effect will be better after a few days. These Japanese who sent them to sacrifice their flags came very quickly.
Chapter completed!