Two days later.

Early in the morning, Li Yunlong appeared outside the east gate of Heyuan County with Wang Yan and Wei Dayong.

Li Yunlong and Wei Dayong are both wearing kimonos, with a knife on their waists, a Japanese ronin outfit, and Wang Yan is dressed as a "dog translator".

"Kurono Tae-kun, please, please here."

Wang Yan bent over, looking like a dog-legged person.

Li Yunlong snorted from his nostrils and walked forward in his eight-character steps.

Wei Dayong carried a very long suitcase and quickly followed.

In this leather box, all the weapons of the Wolf Teeth Team were contained, including six Type 38 rifles, 18 twenty-shot box cannons and six submachine guns.

There are thousands of bullets!

Only Wei Dayong can easily pick up such a heavy big box.

This is also the main reason why Wang Yan insisted on asking Li Yunlong to wear a kimono. Because he could not fool the post without wearing a kimono, the Japanese military police standing guard only needed to touch this box and knew that they were loading weapons.

Therefore, only by wearing a kimono can we bring so many weapons and ammunition into Heyuan County.

Seeing Li Yunlong (Japanese Randon) walking over with his head held high, the Chinese along the way avoided him.

Soon, the group of three people arrived at the east gate and saw three Japanese people coming. The puppet troops guarding did not dare to move, but dared to look at the Japanese soldiers standing guard together for consultation.

The Japanese military police obviously hesitated for a moment.

In normal times, he was too lazy to check his compatriots.

But now is a special period, so it is better to be careful.

The Japanese military police took a step forward and said, "Hey, stop!"

Li Yunlong deliberately took two more steps before he stopped, turned his head and stared at the Japanese military police coldly, without saying a word.

The Japanese military police subconsciously took a step back because Li Yunlong's eyes were too fierce, as if he was about to swallow him alive.

"Bagayalu!" Wei Dayong immediately stepped forward and scolded the military police in Japanese. "This is Mr. Kurono. He came from Peking to celebrate Captain Hirata's birthday. Do you dare to stop him?"

The Japanese military police immediately became timid and whispered: "Well, can you look at your suitcase?"

"Baga!" Wei Dayong said furiously, "The box contains Mr. Kurono's birthday gift to Captain Hirata. Do you check it too?"

"I dare not." Hearing that it was a birthday gift to Captain Hirata, the Japanese military police were completely timid. He took a step back and said immediately, "Mr. Kurono has disturbed him, Smimase."

Although Li Yunlong couldn't understand, he could probably guess it.

He snorted from his nostrils, then walked into the city with his head held high.

After entering the city, the three of them found that there were soldiers everywhere on the street, including Japanese soldiers, but more were puppet troops, patrol teams, but more were soldiers who were lying around.

It happened that a team of puppet troops came from the opposite side.

Li Yunlong turned his feet and went up to meet him.

The puppet troops looked around, not knowing what they were looking for, and they didn't know that the disaster had come to them.

When they were about to run into each other, Li Yunlong stopped and cursed in Japanese: "Bagayalu!"

The group of puppet soldiers was shocked. When they turned around, they saw that they were two Japanese ronin, they were even more scared. Their body, which was originally straight, immediately bent down subconsciously and shouted at Taijun.

Wei Dayong cursed in Japanese.

Finally, it was Wang Yan's turn to take the stage and said, "Taijun said, are you blind? How dare you block the way!"

"Yes, yes, we are blind." The young squad leader of the puppet army nodded repeatedly and said, "I'm really sorry to block Taijun's path. Taijun invites you first, please."

Li Yunlong snorted coldly from his nostrils, then stalked forward with his head held high, but his heart was even more depressed.

These two Japanese devils grinned at their compatriots. Once they faced the Japanese, they immediately became pugs. It was so fucking that they made people angry.

"Hey, let me go, let me."

一阵中气十足的叫喊声从前面响起.

Li Yunlong subconsciously looked up and saw a young man pushing a unicycle and turning out from a street on the side.

This young man is at most in his early twenties and is at least 1.8 meters tall.

In the winter, I only wear a pair of twin-breasted short jackets and a pair of single cloth pants.

Looking at the unicycle, there were six marijuana bags on it.

Each mash bag is full. If it is filled with food, it must be at least 200 kilograms!

In other words, the grain of this single-wheeler cart alone must be at least one thousand pounds!

The key is that this young man was pushing more than a thousand kilograms of food, but he was running without any effort.

"This kid!" Li Yunlong said, "I have the strength and a big chunk. It is a good material for joining the army."

Wei Dayong also lowered his voice and said, "Captain, this kid is also a martial arts practitioner. Look at his hands, his calluses are thicker than me, and the color is slightly black. You can tell at a glance that he has practiced the iron sand palm."

Wang Yan said, "Captain, take him away."

Li Yunlong said: "That's up to me if they want to."

Wang Yan smiled and said, "Captain, as long as you have a name, he will follow you as soon as he is famous."

At this time, the young man had already pushed the unicycle to a better position at the intersection of the street, and then put the car on, and began to shout loudly: "Xiaomi, Xiaomi, it's Xiaomi that just came down."

"Selling millet, fresh millet, eight cents per pound."

Li Yunlong smiled and said, "Go away, Panpan him."

Li Yunlong and the other two quickly walked to the young man.

Seeing two Japanese people coming over with a dog translator, the young man's face immediately collapsed.

Then Wei Dayong said in Japanese, and Wang Yan was responsible for translating: "Boy, how do you sell your Xiaomi?"

"No." The young man said straightforwardly, "My Xiaomi is only sold to Chinese people, not Japanese people."

"Boy, are you serious?" Wang Yan sneered and said, "This is in the territory of the Imperial Army."

"If you say you don't sell it, don't sell it. How can I make the decision on my own food?" The young man's face also became cold.

"Good boy, with ambition, Chinese people should do this." Li Yunlong couldn't help but praise, "If you want to follow me, I will be able to cover all the more than a thousand kilograms of millet."

"Follow you?" The young man felt his mind was a little out of reach, "Let me sort it out."

Close your eyes and sort out your thoughts. The young man asked, "Brother, do you think you are not a Japanese?"

"Nonsense, how could I be a Japanese?" Li Yunlong smiled, then stretched out his right hand and compared the young man with eighth gesture, "I'm doing this, Eighth Route Army."

"Eighth Route Army?" The young man was immediately surprised.

Li Yunlong said, "How about it, let's go with me?"

"Brother, this may not work." The young man refused without thinking, "With me here, I went to the army to work in the Eighth Route Army. What should my mother do? No, no."
Chapter completed!