Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2803: Kujo Miyakita in madness!

Nathan listened to Wu Gan's words and felt that there was some truth in them. Although Ah Harry was a bastard, he really couldn't produce any substantial evidence to say that he was a Japanese spy.

Then he continued to analyze, "There is also Chief Wuliji. He has been particularly interested in our military deployment recently and has been trying to find out the true military strength of our tribe in a roundabout way.

Moreover, I also heard that someone from his tribe went to study in Japan, just like the Yarlung Zangbo before. "

Wu Gan stood up and paced back and forth in the tent, thinking about what Nathan said, muttering to himself: "Zamukha, Ahali, and Wuliji, they are indeed suspects. But we can't convict them based on this alone, we must have solid evidence."

Nathan also stood up and said, "Captain, I understand. I plan to send someone to secretly investigate them to see what they will do next. Maybe we can find clues about the Japanese spy from them."

Wu Gan stopped, looked at Nathan, and nodded: "Okay, let's do as you say. We must be careful and not alert the enemy. If we can find the Japanese spy, we must make him pay a heavy price!"

Nathan nodded heavily and said, "Don't worry, Chief. I will never let that guy go. I will never let the Japanese do anything under our noses again."

"kindness!"

Wu Gan nodded and Nathan left the tent.

But at this time, Wu Gan did not stop thinking.

Because there is another person who is very suspicious, that is the Dalai Lama Urigeng.

This was the name his Zianda had once told him.

But he did not mention this matter when he discussed it with Nathan.

Because he was afraid of misleading Nathan and letting the real Japanese spy go. Another reason was that he was worried about alerting the enemy.

In fact, he had sent someone to do this a long time ago, but there has been no definite news.

"Let's wait and see. The Japanese should be quiet these days anyway."

Wu Gan couldn't think of any solid evidence to prove that Wu Rigeng Dalai Lama was a Japanese traitor, so he could only give up for the time being.

But he was right in one point. The Japanese had indeed calmed down a lot after this battle. The local troops were actively defending.

Because their troops were already seriously insufficient due to the previous raid, the devils could only passively enter a defensive state.

At this time, Kujo Miyakita also returned to Matsubara Castle.

Exhausted, he went back to his place and took a nap no matter how Commander Ito urged him.

When he woke up, it was already past three in the afternoon.

Kujo Miyakita asked his guards to call the best chefs in Songyuan City and asked each of them to cook a dish for him. If he was satisfied, he would reward them generously.

But if he is not satisfied, he will be dragged out and shot.

The chefs naturally didn't want to come, but they were surrounded by armed Japanese soldiers, so they had no chance even if they wanted to run.

A young kitchen helper was so scared when he heard that Kujo Miyakita would be shot if he said the food was not tasty that he turned around and ran away.

As a result, before he could run two steps, two bayonets stabbed into his chest and he died tragically under the Japanese bayonets.

The other chefs and kitchen helpers were trembling with fear.

They were all ordinary people and had never seen such a scene.

Jiujo Miyakita smiled and comforted them, "Don't be afraid, I'm just urging you to bring out your best cooking skills. I'm very hungry now, and I'm never picky about food, so as long as you bring out your best cooking skills, I might be very satisfied."

At this point, Kujo Miyakita looked at his watch and said, "It's 3:20 in the afternoon now. You have to prepare a sumptuous dinner for me within 15 minutes, otherwise you will all die!" "15 minutes?"

All the chefs looked at each other in bewilderment. Fifteen minutes was enough to make a home-cooked meal. But if they wanted to make something they were good at, even fifteen minutes wouldn't be enough. Especially for stewed dishes.

However, at this moment, Jiujo Gongbei looked at the watch and said, "You have fourteen minutes and thirty seconds left."

At this time, all the chefs came to their senses and hurriedly took their assistants to the chopping board in the yard to look for the ingredients they needed.

Vegetables, meat, and various seasonings had already been prepared by Kujo Miyakita and were all placed on a chopping board that was five or six meters long.

The stoves were also prepared by Kujo Miyakita, a total of twelve stoves, corresponding to the twelve chefs.

At this moment, when the chefs heard the countdown from Kujo Miyakita, they immediately became chaotic and rushed to the chopping board to grab the ingredients.

For a moment, the chopping board was crowded with people, pushing and shoving each other, completely ignoring others' obstruction in order to get the vegetables and seasonings they needed.

"This is my dish, let it go!"

A fat chef blushed, tightly grasped a handful of vegetables, and yelled at a thin chef next to him.

The thin chef was not to be outdone and pulled the other end of the vegetable hard: "Who said it was yours? I saw it first!"

The two men were in a stalemate and neither was willing to let go. Suddenly, the fat chef pulled hard, and the thin chef staggered and almost fell.

The thin chef was so angry that he raised his fist and punched the fat chef in the face. The fat chef couldn't dodge and was hit hard on the nose, and blood immediately flowed out.

"what!"

The fat chef screamed, covered his nose, and blood kept flowing out from between his fingers. But no one cared about him at this time, and the snatch continued.

"My salt, don't take my salt!"

A kitchen helper shouted anxiously and reached out to grab a bag of salt on the edge of the chopping board, but another kitchen helper next to him was quick and grabbed the salt.

The assistant who failed to grab the salt was furious and kicked the other person on the leg. The other person felt pain and turned around to wrestle with him.

There was chaos in the yard. The chefs and their helpers were fighting over ingredients and seasonings. Shouting and cursing were heard one after another.

Some chefs were knocked to the ground, but they got up and joined the scramble; some kitchen helpers rolled on the ground with their rivals in order to grab a piece of meat.

Kujo Miyakita sat on a chair nearby, looking at the chaotic scene in front of him. Instead of getting angry, he burst into laughter.

He slapped his thigh while laughing, muttering, "Interesting, so interesting! You made me very happy. So I want to reward you and reduce the time by another two minutes."

At this point, Kujo Miyakita pretended to look at his watch and shouted, "There are still ten minutes left. Hurry up, hurry up!"

When the chefs heard Kujo Miyakita's urging, they became even more panicked and the scramble became more intense.

A chef finally grabbed a chicken, but before he could be happy, another chef pushed him hard from behind. He fell to the ground and the chicken flew away.

"My chicken!"

The chef got up and, without even bothering to brush off the dirt on his body, chased in the direction the chicken flew.

The whole yard was in chaos. The chefs and kitchen helpers were busy with their own work in the confusion, completely forgetting that their original task was to prepare a sumptuous dinner for Kujo Miyakita.

Kujo Miyakita watched with great interest, as if it was just a wonderful performance! .