Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 3050 This is the Road to the Underworld!
As night fell, the darkness enveloped the entire anti-Japanese brigade's base like a giant curtain.

However, at that moment, the roar of an engine broke the silence, and a sidecar motorcycle sped out from the Anti-Japanese Brigade's camp.

The wheels kicked up a cloud of dust on the ground before disappearing into the vast night.

Meanwhile, at a Japanese observation post five kilometers away from the anti-Japanese brigade's base, several Japanese spies were lying prone with their rear ends sticking out, just like pheasants.

Suddenly, a Japanese spy's eyes lit up. He excitedly pointed into the distance and said, "The sidecar motorcycle that Lord Kujo asked us to keep an eye on has finally come out again, and it's still carrying two people."

Upon hearing this, another Japanese spy immediately craned his neck, looked through his binoculars in the direction the man was pointing, and muttered, "It really is them. How come those two took so long to come out?"

As he spoke, he stood up, preparing to intercept them on the mountain road and conduct a search.

However, just then, the Japanese agent who had spoken earlier grabbed him and said irritably, "What are you stopping me for? We have our own mission to do. Do you think these two traitors will run away? They will definitely return to Songyuan County. Let Lord Kujo ask them for themselves then! Let's not cause any trouble. If we delay Lord Kitahara's instructions because of this, we will all be in deep trouble."

"Yes, yes, it's better to avoid trouble."

Another Japanese spy listened and thought it made a lot of sense, so he quickly nodded in agreement.

Then, a Japanese soldier took out a radio and began sending a message to Kujo Miyako, reporting what they had seen.

At this moment, Kujo Miyamoto was sitting in the restaurant, having a meal with Onizuka Yūmei and Maruyama.

The table was laden with a variety of exquisite Japanese dishes, exuding an enticing aroma.

However, the three of them had no interest in enjoying the food; their minds were focused on their martial arts competition with Duanwu.

Kujo Miyamoto frowned, holding chopsticks but not picking up any food. He said in a deep voice, "This duel with Tanwu must be foolproof. Tanwu is cunning and treacherous; we cannot underestimate him."

Onizuka Yumei nodded and said, "Kujo-kun, rest assured, I have made full preparations. During the duel, I will show him the might of the warriors of the Great Japanese Empire."

Maruyama smiled slightly and said, "I have absolute confidence in Onizuka-kun. In terms of martial arts skills, I have never seen anyone stronger than you, Onizuka-kun!"

The three of them chatted amongst themselves, discussing the upcoming martial arts competition with Duanwu and continuously refining their plan.

However, just then, a communications soldier rushed in, panting, and said, "Reporting to you, sir, two traitors sent to deliver the declaration of war have left the anti-Japanese brigade's camp."

Upon hearing this news, Kujo Miyamoto slammed his chopsticks down on the table with a thud, exclaiming in surprise, "I thought they were dead. How come they've reappeared at this time?"

Onizuka Yūmei's expression also darkened. He snorted coldly and said, "Could it be that they have already betrayed the Great Japanese Empire?"

Maruyama, however, remained relatively calm. He narrowed his eyes slightly, tapping his fingers lightly on the table as he analyzed:

"Perhaps the Anti-Japanese Brigade detained them to investigate the authenticity of the shadow in our hands."

Now that they have concrete intelligence proving that Shadow is in our hands, he released the two traitors, fearing we might harm Shadow.

So it seems that shadow is very important for this Dragon Boat Festival! Hahaha!

Kujo Miyamoto listened to Maruyama's analysis and said with a pleased expression, "Maruyama-kun is right. In any case, now that these two traitors have come out, we can find out the truth as soon as they return. Maruyama-kun, immediately arrange for men to wait at the city gate. Bring them to me as soon as they return."

Maruyama bowed slightly and replied, "Yes, sir!" He then went out to make the arrangements. At this moment, Onizuka Yumei picked up his wine cup, took a sip, and sneered, "Whether that Duanwu knows that Shadow is in our hands or not, he cannot escape this duel. Moreover, if he really comes to rescue Shadow, he will be walking into a trap."

Kujo Miyamoto's lips curled into a smug smile: "That's right, this Tanwu thinks he's clever, but little does he know he's already fallen into our trap. When the duel begins, it will be his death day."

Time passed by, and soon it was around three in the morning.

The sidecar motorcycle finally approached Songyuan City.

At this moment, the city gate was tightly closed, and a short, fat traitor knocked on the door.

The Japanese soldier on the city wall cursed, "Baka! Who's yelling like that? Do you want to die?!"

The short, stout traitor hurriedly said, "Sir, we are on orders from Lord Kujo to go out of the city on business. We are in a hurry to report to Lord Kujo. Please do us a favor."

Upon hearing that it was Lord Kujo, the Japanese soldiers immediately stopped cursing and hurriedly went to open the gate for the two traitors below the city.

The city gate slowly opened with a dull thud, and the blinding light shone from inside, illuminating the area so brightly that it was impossible to open one's eyes.

The short, fat traitor quickly said, "Sir, please don't take the picture, it's me!"

"come in!"

The Japanese soldier gave the order, and the two traitors drove the car slowly into Songyuan City.

Two puppet soldiers moved the horse barricade aside, and the short, fat traitor bowed and scraped in thanks. Then the sidecar motorcycle was about to leave the city gate.

Just then, a Japanese officer in military uniform with a fierce-looking face emerged from the shadows.

He shouted, "Wait a minute, I'll go with you. Lord Kujo told me to wait for you here and go see him as soon as you return."

The short, stout traitor paused for a moment, then turned his head to look at the tall, thin man driving the car.

The tall, thin man remained expressionless, as if he hadn't heard the Japanese officer's words.

Seeing that the other party had no reaction, the short, fat traitor was a little uneasy, but he still quickly turned his face and bowed to the Japanese officer, saying, "Yes, yes, sir, please get in the car."

As he spoke, he quickly sat down in the back, giving the sidecar to the Japanese officer.

The Japanese officer gave a satisfied snort, strode up to the sidecar, sat down steadily, and then loudly commanded, "Move out!"

The tall, thin man nodded slightly, twisted the throttle hard, and the sidecar motorcycle roared again, speeding forward.

However, as the motorcycle drove further and further away, the Japanese officer gradually sensed that something was wrong.

Because they had strayed from the main street and entered a hutong (alleyway) filled with single-story houses.

A sense of unease welled up in the Japanese officer's heart. He shouted, "Baka! Where have you driven this car? This is not the way to the county government at all!"

At this moment, the tall, thin man who had been silent all along suddenly chuckled slightly: "This is the Road to the Underworld!"