On the day she wore the book, she was hunted down with three oceans in her hand

Yamashichiro felt a chill in his heart unconsciously. He frowned and shook his shoulders.

Yun Chu glared at him again, threw the fan in his hand on the ground in front of him with a slap, and said with a slightly impatient expression: "Yamashita-kun, how long do you want me to wait?"

After saying that, she glanced at him contemptuously: "A Chinese who is a little smart deserves your praise?"

Yamashichiro smiled cheerfully, without being angry at all, and reassured: "Tachibana, wait a moment."

Waiting always makes people anxious, and Yunchu's seconds are like years.

She closed her eyes slightly, not wanting others to see her anxiety. She sat on her knees, her spine straight, and even the smallest details of her posture could not be seen. Yamashichiro half-squinted his eyes. To be honest, he didn't Be willing to doubt this woman.

This "Tachibana Kaayaka" is the most aristocratic of the Japanese women he has ever seen.

However, the Tachibana family is a public noble, so it is normal for him to cultivate a woman with such excellent etiquette.

Thinking of this, Yamashichiro frowned, but he still unconsciously substituted it into this identity.

Therefore, subconsciously he trusted her. After all, a Kyushu native would never be able to perform such standard and elegant Japanese etiquette movements, and her language was clearly a pure Edo accent and could not be faked.

Time passed minute by minute. I don’t know how long it had passed before the sound of chains being dragged was heard.

The sound was so harsh that it made Yun Chuyou's heart beat rapidly.

Soon, the sound of the chains stopped, and Chief Cao's voice sounded: "Sir, the people have been brought."

Yamashita looked at Yun Chu and said, "Ju Zhi, come and take a look. Do you know this person?"

A sneer appeared on Yun Chu's face again, and she opened her eyes. When her eyes stopped in the middle of the hall, her hands hidden in the sleeves of her kimono trembled slightly, revealing her inner panic and fear.

She looked at him steadily for a moment, then suddenly raised her lips and said coldly: "A Chinese."

Yamashichiro saw that her expression remained unchanged, as if he really just saw a stranger, and his heart moved slightly.

He glanced at Wang Quanfu, then looked at Yun Chuyou, and said in a deep tone: "Ju Zang really doesn't know him?"

Yamashichiro said this in Kyushu dialect. When Wang Quanfu heard this, he immediately stood up and pointed at the "prisoner" in the middle, and said loudly: "You don't know him? Today, you clearly came with this shopkeeper Du. How could I have seen it wrong?!”

Yun Chu sneered again: "You nonsense pig! Do you think you can frame me by just finding someone? Who sent you to provoke me and Mr. Yamashita? What is your purpose? Save these people in Anping County Chinese?"

She paused and said in a deep voice: "Or are you a member of the Four Symbols Party and did this on purpose because you were afraid that your own intelligence would be leaked?"

Yunchu didn't look at the kidnapped people, he was fighting for every chance to survive.

Upon hearing the word "intelligence", Yamashichiro's face darkened, and he looked at Wang Quanfu with a more subtle and strange look.

Non-my family, its heart must be different!

How could a Japanese person completely trust a Kyushu person?

If Yamashichiro was wavering between her and Wang Quanfu, then at least the weight on her side should be heavier.

Wang Quanfu's expression changed drastically, and he said harshly: "You are talking nonsense! You are talking nonsense!"

Yun Chu pulled his lips again: "Am I talking nonsense? Yamashita-kun just said that you were a scout before the war and belonged to the Four Elephants Party, right? You should have many friends in the old days. Since you were a soldier, so what? Maybe completely innocent?”

Wang Quanfu's face was ashen, and he was almost angered by Yun Chu's confusion of right and wrong. One Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven.

However, this kind of verbal confrontation obviously doesn't have much effect anymore.

Yamashita's face darkened. He looked at the "prisoner" who was brought here. He took a few steps forward, raised his arm slightly, pointed at Yunchumata politely, and asked word by word: "Do you know this Tachibana Ayaka?" Miss?"

The "prisoner" raised his head. Although his face was swollen and the corners of his mouth were bleeding, his appearance could still be seen clearly.

Yun Chu noticed his gaze again, raised his head, and met his gaze with a pair of charming and passionate eyes.

The octagonal hat he was wearing on his head had disappeared. His hair was messy, dirty, and stained with blood. His hands and feet were tightly bound by iron chains, and his body was covered in scars and blood.

Du Huaiwen was arrested.

She felt a pang in her heart when she looked at Du Huaiwen, who was obviously in a state of embarrassment and pain, but had calm eyes.

What's the pain?

She couldn't save him, and she was also afraid that he wouldn't trust her.

Leng Feng's suspicion of her was obvious. What was even more coincidental was that as soon as she and He Ying left the tunnel, they were surrounded by Japanese soldiers. She would also have doubts.

And once Du Huaiwen kills her identity, today, she will be dead or alive, or even worse than dead.

He didn't speak for a while, then Wang Quanfu said urgently: "The commander at the foot of the mountain is asking you something! Speak quickly!"

Du Huaiwen looked at Yun Chu quietly for a moment, then turned to Wang Quanfu: "What do you want me to say?"

His originally mellow and serious voice had become hoarse, and he did not recognize Yun Chuyou's excitement and familiarity. Instead, he was just calm, a kind of calm that looked back upon death, which made Yamashichiro somewhat unclear about his attitude and thoughts.

Before Yamashita Lang could speak, Wang Quanfu on the side said anxiously: "Shopkeeper Du! As long as you reveal the true identity of this woman, it will be regarded as a meritorious service! Commander Yamashita understands the righteousness and will definitely let you live!"

Hearing this, Yun Chu felt a chill rising again, and felt deep fear and rejection in his heart.

Du Huaiwen suddenly laughed, as if he had heard some very funny joke, and his swollen face looked a bit funny: "Is this what you Four Symbol Party want? Let us kill the Japanese, and you can just sit back and take it all A fisherman’s profit?”

As soon as he said these words, the atmosphere in the scene became tense instantly.

Wang Quanfu's face was ashen, and he knelt on the ground with a plop, holding Yamashita's legs with both hands: "Sir Yamashita, he is talking nonsense! He is trying to grab me randomly! He is not going to expose this woman, hurry up! Let this woman do it!" "

As soon as he finished speaking, Du Huaiwen suddenly turned around and pulled out the bayonet from the Japanese soldier's waist with his backhand.

"Want to kill me? Then you must die first!" With a ferocious look on his face, he raised his knife and stabbed Yunchu again!

Du Huaiwen's posture was ruthless and ferocious, as if he would not stop until he killed Yunchu. If his hands were not tied and his movements were not restricted, his speed would be even faster. The expression on the mountain below suddenly changed, and he shouted sternly: "Kill him! "

His hurried words were accompanied by several gunshots. Du Huaiwen's body trembled and then stiffened.

He still maintained the action of holding the bayonet high, but his eyes were full of relief. He faced Yun Chuyou, the corners of his lips slightly curved, and said with his last breath: "You will not succeed, the war will be over."

"For, communist beliefs."

"For the unity and reunification of the motherland."

"Although he died nine times, he still has no regrets!"

He fell heavily to the ground, and with a clang of his bayonet, he rolled down to Yun Chuyou's feet.

Afraid that he would cheat his death, Yamashichiro rushed forward angrily and stabbed him hard with the bayonet in his hand. Instantly, blood gushed out. The hot blood scorched Yun Chuyou's eyes, and there seemed to be mist gathering in his eyes.

She held her breath and tried her best to suppress the boiling emotions.

She can't cry, no!