Crossing North Korea, I became a US soldier, and my opponent was my grandfather.

Qiao Youzhi drove to Konglin Village.

According to the information provided by Huizi, find the first alley north of the village tavern and go through the third door from east to west.

Seeing that the door was locked, Qiao Youzhi pushed it but there was no movement. He thought the man was probably not home, so he walked back disappointed.

Passing by a tavern, I heard someone inside roaring loudly: "Asshole, what's wrong with me drinking a little wine! Back then, when I was in China, I wouldn't even blink an eye if someone chopped off my head, let alone drinking. Asshole, if you ask you for wine money again, I'll chop you into pieces!" Then there was the sound of a saber being unsheathed.

Then several people echoed: "Yes, Mr. Hata has killed so many Chinese people in China that it is impossible to count them."

"Asshole!" Qiao Youzhi cursed: "This asshole should be the person Liangzi mentioned!"

Qiao Youzhi pushed the door open and went in.

There were more than a dozen people sitting in the tavern, some of them were missing arms, some had broken legs. There was only one healthy person, wearing clothes modified from old military uniforms. His shirt was open, revealing a conspicuous scar, and he had a saber hanging around his waist. It was Hata.

Qiao Youzhi's eyes were fixed on the sword. It was not the standard sword of the Japanese army, but seemed to be a family heirloom.

When the people in the tavern saw Qiao Youzhi, they were so scared that they said nothing.

In today's Japan, even God dare not speak loudly to Americans.

Qiao Youzhi stared at Hatan, his eyes full of unconvinced, and picked up the wine bowl and drank it down hard.

The owner of the tavern was a thin man with a mustache. He came running over and greeted him in broken English: "Sir, what do you want?"

Qiao Youzhi ignored his boss and approached Bo Tian, ​​his eyes fell on the scar on his neck: "Was it cut by a big knife?"

None of the Japanese present expected that this American would speak Japanese, especially Hata, who was scared out of his wits.

Based on what he just said, he killed so many people in China, he can be listed as a war criminal and might even be shot.

Qiao Youzhi pointed at the saber.

Hata stood up and understood what Qiao Youzhi meant, but did not take off his sword.

Qiao Youzhi pushed him down on his seat.

Hata regained his arrogance: "Bagayaru!"

Qiao Youzhi slapped him in the face, knocking out Hatan's loose teeth.

Hata was furious. He drew his saber and slashed at Qiao Youzhi, cursing, "Americans, bastards!"

Qiao Youzhi would not tolerate him. He took out his pistol and shot Bo Tian twice, killing him.

The Japanese in the room were trembling with fear, and no one dared to speak, let alone come forward.

Qiao Youzhi picked up Hata's saber, on which was engraved a line of small words: "Kill thirty-five Chinese." He put the saber away, and walked out calmly as if nothing had happened.

I sat in the jeep without moving for half an hour before the Japanese police hurried over.

Find out at the pub.

The tavern owner said: When an American officer came to the tavern, Hata was drunk and raised his saber to chop the American, but was beaten to death.

The Japanese police had the body carried away and came to Qiao Youzhi, apologizing continuously.

Qiao Youzhi snorted and drove away in his jeep. After a while, he came back and found the tavern owner: "Where is Liangzi?"

The tavern owner really didn't know where Yoshiko had gone, so he agreed to help ask.

As it happened, there was someone among the drinkers who knew the answer, his name was Ogawa Ryozumi.

Qiao Youzhi stared at the boy and saw that he was a former Japanese soldier.

"Reporting to the commander, Yoshiko went to his relative's house. It seems that his relative is sick, and Yoshiko is going to take care of him for a few days." Ogawa said attentively.

"Do you know where?"

"know."

"Is it far?"

"Not far, very close."

Qiao Youzhi called Xiaochuan: "Get in the car."

Xiaochuan knew he had to lead the way, and with difficulty, he rubbed his hands and said, "Sir, my parents at home haven't eaten yet."

Qiao Youzhi threw out a few banknotes: "The tavern owner is sending food, you follow me."

Ogawa picked up the money, stuffed it to the tavern owner, and got into the jeep.

it's getting dark.

The jeep was speeding, and Ogawa, who was sitting in the car, screamed in surprise.

Qiao Youzhi felt a little disgusted. This grandson was obviously pretending.

We arrived at a place called Yoshitoyo-cho.

Ogawa got out of the car and pointed to the two-story building with the lights on: "Sir, Liangzi is there. His relative was a high-ranking official. He used to be a high-ranking official. Now there is only an old lady at home."

Qiao Youzhi nodded: "Lead the way."

Xiaochuan was in front, looking back every three steps.

Qiao Youzhi was even more disgusted.

When he arrived at the door of the two-story building, Xiaochuan didn't dare to move.

Qiao Youzhi knocked on the door, and a man's face opened the door, looking at Qiao Youzhi vigilantly.

"Is Liangzi here?" Qiao Youzhi asked angrily.

Hearing Liangzi's name, the man nodded and opened the door to let Qiao Youzhi in.

Yoshiko was kneeling in the living room with obvious scars on her face and blood at the corners of her mouth.

Qiao Youzhi realized he had been tricked and went to look for Xiaochuan, but he couldn't find him anymore.

A man walked out from the door next to him, with a smug look on his face.

Qiao Youzhi was stunned. It turned out to be Yoshikawa, Lieutenant Tina’s little darling.

"Yoshikawa, why are you here? Didn't Lieutenant Tina look for you?" Qiao Youzhi stared at him and asked.

"Baga, damn Americans!"

Yoshikawa yelled at Qiao Youzhi: "I am a Yamato man, not a plaything for you fat white pigs!"

From the tone of voice, Yoshikawa seemed to mind being called "little darling" very much.

Qiao Youzhi didn't want to bother with the mess between him and Tina, and pointed at Liangzi: "Why is she here?"

Yoshikawa laughed loudly: "She is a traitor to our empire. Of course we must deal with her. She betrayed our heroes to our enemies."

"Your hero, that bastard named Hata?"

Yoshikawa's face was full of disbelief: "You already knew, damn it!" He walked towards Yoshiko viciously and slapped her in the face.

"Asshole, stop it. Tell me clearly, who is the enemy? Is it us?" Qiao Youzhi put his hand on the pistol at his waist.

Yoshikawa snorted and gave a positive answer with a vicious look.

Qiao Youzhi would never have thought that this was a gathering place for Japanese veterans. He also ignored the cruelty and stubbornness of the Japanese. He thought that the landing of the US army had broken the backbone of the Japanese men, and ordered Yoshikawa: "Let her go!"

Yoshikawa shouted wildly: "American, where do you think you are? This is Japan, you should think about whether you can get out."

After saying that, he took something out of his clothes and stuffed it into Yoshiko's mouth. Then black blood flowed from the corner of Yoshiko's mouth, and her body twitched a few times and then became motionless.

Qiao Youzhi was extremely angry that this bastard actually killed someone in front of him, and he immediately pulled out his pistol.

Dozens of Japanese rushed out of the house, holding bayonets and sabers in their hands, and some even holding Type 38 rifles, and slowly approached Qiao Youzhi.

Qiao Youzhi didn't believe that the Japanese dared to kill Americans in Emperor Mai's sphere of influence.

He waved his pistol and ordered them to stop, but not a single Japanese stopped.

Qiao Youzhi stepped back and a figure appeared behind the door. Qiao Youzhi was scared, so he shot the two people behind him and rushed out.

The Japanese swarmed after him and Qiao Youzhi fired several shots, using up his magazine.

The pursuing Japanese were determined to catch up with Qiao Youzhi and kill him, regardless of casualties.

This is Sato's order. This American must be killed.

Qiao Youzhi panicked and fled into an alley.

The Japanese in this place are more or less related to Kishi Nobuyuki and Sato's gang. They opened the windows and threw whatever they could get at Qiao Youzhi's head.

A teapot smashed his head.

Qiao Youzhi didn't care about this. He just wanted to run to the jeep as quickly as possible and go back to ask someone to deal with these damn Japanese devils.

Yoshikawa led the Japanese in hot pursuit, and Qiao Youzhi kept shooting. The pursuing Japanese dodged skillfully, and did not cause any harm to the devils. Instead, it stimulated their bloodthirsty nature.

Qiao Youzhi was running out of breath when a group of American soldiers appeared in front of him. Qiao Youzhi was overjoyed, thinking he was finally saved.

When I got closer, I was so scared that my legs went weak. These people were wearing US military uniforms, but their faces were Japanese.

It's over, it's the Japanese who are pretending to be them.

Qiao Youzhi's mind went blank.