Bright Sword: I am an undercover agent in the puppet army

Chapter 60: All the Japs in my trouser pockets were wiped out!

Soon, one portion after another of hot meat dishes were served, including braised pork with preserved vegetables, pork stewed with vermicelli, native chicken stewed with black fungus, spare ribs, pig's feet, and so on.

Xu Yang prepared a very sumptuous last meal for the Japanese devils, taking out almost all the delicious food in the stronghold.

In order to make the food taste better for the Japanese, he was even considerate enough to add a lot of millet husks when cooking it.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please have your meal. You are welcome."

Xu Yang greeted the 20 or so Japanese soldiers warmly and poured a small cup of sake for each of them.

Even though it was only a small cup, it made the little devils very happy. Their faces were all smiling like chrysanthemums, and they all gave Xu Yang a thumbs up and praised him: "Yoshi!"

In fact, sake was also included in the Japanese army’s military supplies, but generally only the Japanese officers could enjoy it.

Ordinary Japanese soldiers could only have a taste of it during festivals. As time went by, they never drank it again.

The Japanese officers either kept the wine for themselves to drink, or sold it for money, or gave it to others as a gift...

At the dinner table, a few Japanese soldiers picked up their wine glasses and sipped them slowly, while a few others simply drank it all in one gulp like Zhu Bajie eating the ginseng fruit, without even being able to taste it.

Seeing that their companion still had half a glass of wine left, these Japanese soldiers felt a little regretful and annoyed, as well as envious and jealous.

They could only divert their attention and focus their eyes on the dishes on the table, starting to touch them and eating and drinking.

Although the food of the Japanese was much better than that of the National Army, it was impossible for them to have meat and fish every day. At most, they could only taste meat. A sumptuous banquet like this was not available at all unless there was a bumper harvest after a raid.

The Japanese soldiers ate voraciously with the same vigor as if they were fighting the enemy.

Originally, a few Japanese soldiers were still somewhat reserved, but when they saw that almost one third of the meat on the table had been eaten up in a flash, they immediately threw away their ridiculous arrogance and joined in using their hands and feet.

Don’t mention it! It’s really delicious, and you can’t stop eating it!
Outside the yard.

Under the leadership of the second company commander Ma Tong, twenty or thirty weaklings loaded bullets into their guns. The first company commander Shi Yibiao even hugged the only Jin-made Type 65 light machine gun in the entire battalion.

Everyone had a nervous look on their face, their bodies were tense, and they were shaking uncontrollably.

A idiot whispered, "Captain, do we really want to kill these devils?"

Ma Tong: "That underground party member of the Eighth Route Army knows many of our secrets. As long as the Japanese interrogate them, we will be finished.

In other words, if we don't kill these devils now and keep the secret, they will come to attack us later.

Therefore, if we want to survive, we must take the initiative. "

Straw bag: "I understand the truth, but I am just nervous and afraid. Everyone knows the combat effectiveness of the devils. How can we be their opponent?"

Ma Tong: "We are attacking from behind, not fighting head-on. Besides, the battalion commander is sitting with the devils. Even if he has to die, he will die first. What are you afraid of?"

Niu Dazhuang suddenly said, "How about we just abandon the battalion commander and run away?"

"Yes, we can just find a hill and be the king of the hill. No one can do anything to us."

Niu Dazhuang's words were immediately agreed by many idiots.

Ma Tong was so angry: "You can hide for a while, but can you hide forever? Xie Baoqing of Heiyun Village was so powerful, but he was still destroyed in the end, right?

The Japanese didn't go to suppress the bandits, not because the bandits were so powerful, but because the Japanese didn't want to go, that's all.

If the Japanese really target us, it will be useless even if we hide to the ends of the earth.

On the contrary, as long as we complete this mission, we can not only continue to enjoy a good life, but the battalion commander will also give us a generous reward of 8 yuan for each devil we kill. "

When they heard that there was a reward, these idiots immediately became restless again.

The cook Bai Laoer suddenly asked in confusion: "Captain Ma, didn't the battalion commander say that we would give you 10 yuan for every Japanese soldier we killed?"

"Cough cough!"

Ma Tong coughed twice to hide the embarrassment on his face: "Did the battalion commander say 10 yuan? Did I remember it wrong?"

...In the yard.

The Japanese had eaten up most of the meat like a whirlwind.

Xu Yang looked at it and thought, "Eat, eat, and then we can get going!"

Watanabe Renta took his status into consideration and did not eat as voraciously as his subordinates. He maintained his composure, tasting wine and eating food, and occasionally chatting with Xu Yang, flattering each other.

After all, a fancy sedan is carried by people.

Suddenly, while eating, one of the Japanese soldiers covered his stomach and shouted, "Ouch! Ah, my stomach hurts so much!"

"Stomachache?"

When he heard his companion complain of a stomachache, a Japanese soldier at the same table jokingly asked, "Mr. Ono, did you eat too fast and cause indigestion?"

"I told you to eat slowly, but you refused to listen, as if you were afraid someone would snatch the food from you. Now you have a stomachache, right?"

"Hahaha!"

The rest of the Japanese soldiers immediately burst into laughter.

But at this moment, another Japanese soldier also covered his stomach and said, "Me too, my stomach hurts!"

"Gululu!"

"No, where is the toilet?"

The two Japanese soldiers covered their stomachs with one hand and their anus with the other, smelled the smell, and ran straight to the toilet.

The speed was so fast that Xu Yang didn't have time to take action.

This is not over yet.

Then,

the second!
The third!
the fourth……

More and more Japanese soldiers showed symptoms of stomach pain.

"Ah, it hurts! I can't stand it anymore, I'm going to poop..."

These devils rushed to the toilet, causing a huge congestion in the toilet for a while.

"Gululu..."

One Japanese soldier couldn't hold it in and defecated directly in his crotch. The sound was so evil that it seemed to be contagious.

Then came the second and third.

A disgusting and unpleasant smell immediately filled the air. For a moment, some Japanese soldiers could not stand the smell and began to vomit and have diarrhea.

Watanabe Renta saw this scene, turned to look at Xu Yang next to him, and asked with a puzzled look: "Xu Sang, what's going on?"

Although Xu Yang couldn't understand the bird language spoken by Watanabe Renta, he could guess roughly what it meant.

He did not answer, but stood up suddenly, pulled out the twenty-shot box gun that had been loaded in advance from his waist, pointed it at the opponent's face and pulled the trigger.

"Snapped!"

A crisp gunshot rang out, and the bullet hit Watanabe Renta in the face, and then a stream of strange blood spurted out from the back of his head.

Immediately afterwards, the corpse fell on its back and fell heavily to the ground.

Watanabe Renta's eyes widened as he looked at Xu Yang in surprise. He never figured out what was going on until his death...

(End of this chapter)