Yamamoto left Peking City and came to a small town near Qianshan. A Japanese lieutenant here did not expect a colonel to come to him, so some situations occurred when welcoming him.

Fortunately, there was no danger. All the troubled rebels were expelled. If it hadn't been for heavy snow at night, the Japanese would have beaten them all in one fell swoop.

Yamamoto was very angry now, so he deliberately asked someone to make something, and even in such weather, they would post it in the streets and alleys.

"Colonel, did that person really come to North China? For [31 Novel Network], what did our intelligence department not get any clues?"

Yamamoto, who was the master's question, did not want to answer him. If Li Jian came to North China, if the people from their intelligence department knew about him, he would not be Li Jian.

The third young master of the Li family is reflected here. He can appear anywhere quietly, then leave quietly, come quietly, leave quietly, and shoot without a gun...

Yamamoto's face looked even more gloomy. The superiors had already given him an order, and he had to find the reporter in the near future and then determine the specific location of the batch of things.

This made Yamamoto difficult. Not to mention the heavy snow in the sky, the most important thing is that people are likely to have fallen into Li Jian's hands now.

If he replaces his opponent with someone else, he is still very sure, but his opponent is Li Jian, a guy who never forgets to poison the meal when others eat. This person combines many characteristics such as insidiousness, weirdness, and cunning.

It was an opponent he had never met before. Even Kato-kun once highly praised Li Jian, believing that this person was the enemy of their empire.

"Don't ask about this matter for the time being, just ask your subordinates to go out and search.

Now we are in an extremely passive position again. If we don’t find a way to change it, the punishment above will inevitably be avoided."

When he heard the punishment from him, several Japanese officers became a little scared.

Today is different from the past. If they made mistakes, they might commit suicide by separating themselves or something like that.

Now, because the front line is too long and the domestic shortage of troops has caused the superiors to change their strategies and let the officers who have made mistakes go directly to the front line. To put it bluntly, they are more valuable to be the vanguards, even if they die.

When the vanguard sometimes even faces relegation, you can imagine that he was originally a squadron leader in the rear, and he could go to the countryside to sweep and get some money to spend.

The taste of the rear is much better than the taste of the front line. I suddenly asked them to go to the front line and then lowered them one or two levels. I won’t say it if I feel angry. The most important thing is that I will die at any time.

A few years ago, the Japanese were not afraid of death. Now the situation is different. They feel that they should not die, or they are a little afraid of death.

Therefore, Yamamoto just finished talking about the punishment from his superiors, and the Japanese officers usually seemed extremely excited and looked very energetic, as if they would roll up their sleeves to fight the enemy in the next second.

...

The Third Young Master got up very early this day because they were going to interrogate some people, that is, the people in front of him who went to search and catch them last night.

The six people are among the lowest-ranking people in the copycat, and they all work in the kitchen. In other words, when others are drinking and eating meat, they are giving others a soy sauce.

To put it bluntly, it is also considered a working-class crowd. The oppressed group of people are unknown for why they went up the mountain and became bandits.

The third young master was wearing a tiger-skin coat, a somewhat worn belt tied around his waist, a fur hat on his head, and leather boots on his feet.

The collar is tightly wrapped, because he has been carrying out tasks for a long time, and his beard has grown a lot, and he no longer looks as tender as before.

One hand was holding a cup of tea, the man was sitting on the main seat, and there was also an animal fur underneath, and one foot and the uneducated one were placed on the stool. In addition, the other hand was constantly rubbing his chin.

When a few bandits saw this guy, they immediately thought of a word:

The new leader!

The person in front of me is definitely a bandit. The banditry spirit is too strong. Several chefs have worked in the mountains for several years and have some understanding of all kinds of people, especially those who know bandits.

He saw Li Jian a little domineering. Although there was no fat on his face, his beard made him look a little strong and scared.

The most important thing is his beard-tight action. Xu Laosan promised that most of the people in the nearby groups of strands of people were particularly similar to the one in front of him.

Generally, bad people have some special actions, such as touching their waists from time to time, and rubbing their beards from time to time like Li Jian.

Little did he know that the Third Young Master was not what they thought at this time, but he was dragging his beard on his chin with his hands and thinking:

Madan, my beard is too long, it's so thrust. I have to use a razor to shave it another day, otherwise I would have been wasted my handsome appearance... (One hundred thousand words omitted here)

For example, some narcissistic words are no longer too mature again. However, Li Jian’s beard-rubbing movements look particularly skillful, which is no different from the bandits Xu Laosan learned.

"New...new..."

"What's new? I'm asking who you are, what are you talking about?"

Xu Laosan just wanted to kneel down to give a greeting to the new boss, but because he was a little scared, his mouth kept trembling, and he was interrupted by Li Jian halfway through his words.

So he looked even more excited, but the new boss in front of him looked a little irritable. Xu Laosan was scared and immediately knelt down, kowtowing and begging for mercy:

"Take your life, the new boss, I used to suffer every day with the old boss, so I didn't even think of him in my heart.

What I think about every day is the new master. You can come to save us. I hope that the stars and moon will finally come to you. I..."

"Okay! I didn't ask you so much nonsense. I asked who you are. What a bunch of scammers you gave me. I can't understand a single word."

After saying that, the third young master smashed the teacup in his hand on the table, holding his legs together. If there was another beauty next to him, he would squeeze his waist and massage his back, the scene would be more harmonious.

When Xu Laosan heard what the boss said, he immediately replied tremblingly:

"I am the chef of Qianshan Village. I take care of them every day when they eat and drink. I didn't follow their thoughts. What I thought to myself was..."

A cook is nothing great. Besides, they also lack cooks now, so the third young master waved his hand and shouted at Xu Laosan:

"Get up, you will be the chef of our new village in the future. What did you do before and what you still do now? Do you understand?"
Chapter completed!