Liang Jian: I have a canteen

Chapter 967 Captain Yamamoto

As the sun rises, the forest gradually becomes lively. Birds chirp one after another, jumping on the branches, showing off their colorful feathers. Occasionally, a little squirrel pops its head out of a tree hole, looks around curiously, and then quickly shuttles between the tree trunks, looking for delicious fruits.

Suddenly, the little squirrel put down the pine cone in his hand and hurriedly crawled into a tree hole not far away.

Perhaps out of curiosity, not long after he got in, he poked his head out again, twitched his nose, and after smelling a faint smell of blood, he got back in again.

At the same time, a group of pale-faced Japanese soldiers with gauze tied around their heads ran hurriedly under the tree and moved quickly towards the tent of Yamamoto's headquarters.

After the devils left, the little squirrel came out of the tree hole again and looked at the miserable devils with curiosity.

At Yamamoto's command post, Yamamoto Ikkima listened to the Japanese soldiers' narration with a grim face.

After listening, he waved his hand and asked the Japanese squad leader who reported the incident to go down.

The Japanese squad leader felt guilty for not getting beaten. He didn't dare to move. He just secretly observed Yamamoto, hoping to get a few slaps. Only then would he feel at ease. After all, losing supplies was a big deal!

Yamamoto was even more upset when he saw that the team leader didn't leave, "Get out!"

Yamamoto's tone was unusually harsh, and it also carried a chilling murderous aura.

The absolute suppression of the superior officer over the subordinate officer made the team leader shudder, and then he quickly left the tent, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

The Japanese were just mean, extremely mean. Yamamoto was too lazy to beat him, but he still wanted to be beaten, as if something would be missing if he didn't get beaten.

That’s why all these grandchildren have M-shaped physiques.

After the squad leader left, Yamamoto threw a blood-stained loincloth on the command table, and then looked at the map on the table again. At this moment, Okada had not left yet, and he had also heard the battle report just now, which was just a squad transporting supplies was robbed by the Tubalu.

In fact, this was not a big deal. It happened frequently in the Japanese army. As long as a large number of arms were not robbed, the person in charge would usually be whipped a few times and dismissed from his post and investigated.

However, Yamamoto did not punish the team leader or beat him up, which made him feel strange.

He unfolded the loincloth and saw a paragraph of Japanese written on it, "The goods have been signed for. Thank you to the transport captain Yamamoto Ikki for the timely delivery. The person who signed for it is Lian Wushang, the third leader of the Black Wind Village."

"Who is this Lian Wushang?" Gang Qi put down his loincloth and asked.

Hearing Lian Wushang's name, Yamamoto couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, then took a deep breath, and then said in a calm tone, "The leader of a group of bandits."

Although his tone was calm, Okazaki, who had been Yamamoto's classmate for many years, could hear the waves beneath his calm tone.

"So what are your plans, Mr. Yamamoto? Do you need my help?" asked Okaki.

Yamamoto hesitated for a moment, "Sooner or later, he and I will have to make peace."

Yamamoto closed his eyes, and spoke after a while, "This is the enemy's strategy to lure the tiger away from the mountain, so I would like to ask Mr. Okachi to guard the camp well and never let the Eighth Route Army rescue those prisoners!"

Yamamoto said it sincerely.

After hearing this, Okazaki immediately stood up with the help of a chair, "Please go ahead, Yamamoto-kun, I will be honored to have fulfilled your mission!"

Yamamoto smiled faintly, walked to Okada's side and bowed, "Please!"