Gu Shaoshuai's happy life

On this day, Gu Shangbei was invited to go to the temporary residence of Nakata Ichiro. When Gu Shangbei arrived at the destination, he saw a large-scale Japanese bungalow. A woman in a kimono came to greet him with small steps. He took off his military cap and walked into the entrance.

Nakata Ichiro is practicing swordsmanship in a dark room. He is wearing a traditional samurai uniform, bloody in his restraint—such an invader, no matter how deep he is in ninjutsu, will eventually show his blood between his brows. Intense murderous intent and the strongest possessiveness.

When Nakata Ichiro put away his knife and looked at Gu Shangbei, he was surprised to find that Gu Shangbei looked like himself in the mirror. A deep and bloody possessiveness for something longed for!

Even Nakata Ichiro saw even better aggression and deprivation in Gu Shangbei's deep eyebrows!

"The visit of the marshal made the humble house luxuriant!" Nakata Ichiro bowed to Gu Shangbei with a knife in his right hand.

Gu Shangbei smiled lightly, but did not take a step back, "I dare not take it. I wonder why Mr. Zhongtian called me here today?"

"I hope to have a small gathering with the marshal before I leave to repay my respect for the marshal's fists, and I also hope that the marshal will ignore the previous suspicions and forgive me."

Gu Shangbei snorted, "Let me tell you something, Mr. Zhongtian, don't make fun of me. Although I am a Chinese, I really don't know much about idioms. I really don't understand what you mean when you say something so polite. .”

Knowing that Gu Shangbei was practicing Tai Chi, Zhongtian didn't go around with him, and said bluntly: "I shot and killed Chief of Staff Ye that day, but I didn't intend to. The situation forced me to obey the orders of my superiors. Please forgive me, Marshal."

"Mr. Zhongtian is very courageous. I won't move you in this matter, but you still dare to put it on the table to intercede." Gu Shangbei's eyes were dark, sharp as a knife, but suddenly turned sharply, like broken ice His eyes turned ice into water in an instant, "Of course, Mr. Nakata is also very good at talking, and the situation forced me to use the four characters just right, so I have to be sympathetic."

Nakata Ichiro has a very high position in China. As an encroacher, he was able to make such a concession to Gu Shangbei. To some extent, the avoidable bloodshed is immeasurable.Gu Shangbei will not be aggressive in any political-related occasions. This is his responsibility and obligation as the top manager of the military department. His actions should be evaluated reasonably in order to minimize conflicts in formal occasions.

"Miss Li is a very generous person. She is willing to give up the resources in her hands to allow me to achieve a relative balance with the Northeast Army. I can understand the difficulties of the marshal and the chief of staff, so I decided not to stay in the territory under the jurisdiction of the marshal. , before I leave, I would like to present my long-cherished samurai sword, and please accept it with a smile!" Nakata Ichiro put the samurai sword held by his side horizontally in both palms, and handed it to Gu Shangbei.

Gu Shangbei laughed loudly when he heard the words, and took the samurai sword in Ichiro Nakata's hand, "I heard that the samurai of your nation advocated seppuku when they committed suicide to show loyalty. I wonder if this is the case?"

Ichiro Nakata's eyes flashed brightly, and he said with a smile: "Although this is not the mainstream behavior respected by the country, it is indeed a way of death for a samurai who did not show his loyalty. I wonder if the marshal wants to..."

"I'm not at all interested in your seppuku." Gu Shangbei raised his eyebrows casually, and sneered, "But I really want to know how to perform seppuku."

"I think I should know what the marshal means." Nakata Ichiro walked into Gu Shangbei, his voice mixed with gravel, hoarse and low, revealing the most primitive blood.

"Mr. Nakata is really a very smart person..."

"Although I am not as high and powerful as the marshal, I have stood in the same position before. I feel very guilty for being restrained. It is time to make a break." Nakata Ichiro smiled cruelly, "The General Feng I know is indeed a man. An annoying stumbling block..."

Cross text cuts, the seppuku cuts vertically and horizontally, and the blood in the internal organs is drained to death, which is extremely painful.

This is a way of death known as the supreme honor, and it should be very suitable for Feng Guodong.

Gu Shangbei held the samurai sword tightly in his hand, turned around and disappeared into the night.