"What? Your group is not here? Where has he gone?"

The British Consul did everything and after the wounded and new soldiers handed over their weapons, he was dismissed home on the spot.

But when he said he was going home, only those new recruits had homes in the concession. The wounded soldiers could only live in the homes of these new recruits.

Fortunately, there were enough recruits, about twice as many as the wounded, and the staff members were all arranged.

Of course, this is all about the Dragon Boat Festival. Otherwise, the British Consul would never allow these wounded soldiers, as well as citizens who have participated in the army to return to their homes. He would find a place to circle them so that they would not cause trouble.

However, when he was in the office, when he waited until eight o'clock in the evening, he only received a letter from the Dragon Boat Festival: Mr. Consul, I am leaving, just as I came quietly, without taking away a trace of clouds in the sky; I hope to take care of myself, and I will come back in three months and have a drink and chat with Mr. Consul.

That's all about the whole letter.

After reading this letter, the British Consul was 100% sure that the letter was written by the madman. Otherwise, normal people would not be able to write such a letter.

However, he still understood. The madman said: I'm leaving, just like when I came. No one will know when I came and where I came. However, I will come back in three months to take care of my people and let's have a drink together.

But you can also listen to this in reverse. If the British Consul did not take care of his people, arrested them or abused them, then it would probably be more than just drinking.

The British Consul wanted to curse, but Shangguan Zhibiao was still in front of him.

He could only nod in acquiescently, and barely squeezed out a smile and said, "I'm so happy. Mr. Dragon Boat Festival will be back in three months."

Shangguan Zhibiao said politely: "I am the same, I really want to see the group again."

The British Consul asked: "So where did Mr. Dragon Boat Festival go?"

Shangguan Zhibiao smiled and replied, "No one can guess the whereabouts of the group, just like his endless tactics."

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The British Consul was speechless and thought to himself: What kind of people are they so cunning, and what kind of soldiers they teach.

"Then Mr. Shangguan please!"

The British Consul issued an order to expel guests. Shangguan Zhibiao left with a smile.

At this time, Shangguan Zhibiao had just walked to the stairs when he heard the sound of something smashing in the British Consul's office.

Needless to ask, the British Consul also began to go crazy.

This kind of madness seems to be easily contagious.

Shangguan Zhibiao continued to smile because he felt that he seemed to be infected too.

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At the same time, more than a dozen military trucks were driving on the road ten kilometers away from Sihang Warehouse.

The truck stood in independent regiments wearing Japanese military uniforms, and there were also prisoners of war symbolically bound without Japanese military uniforms.

This is one of the Dragon Boat Festival plans. The Japanese convoys were dressed up and escorted prisoners of war and went to the Japanese headquarters to take a look.

Of course, this is what he said to Xie Jinyuan and others. But it was not his real intention, but only ghosts knew it.

Xie Jinyuan naturally opposed it, and just relying on these people to fight the Japanese headquarters was simply a joke.

But the Dragon Boat Festival said that the Japanese now have hit all their powerful fists. The defense in the rear must be empty. Let's kill, find the Japanese headquarters, and first kill Matsui Ishike. When the Japanese are in chaos, we will not only run away, but also lift the siege of Jiangyin.

Xie Jinyuan naturally knew about Jiangyin. But what he didn't know was that there was even a battle in Jiangyin.

However, he felt that Dragon Boat Festival was justified, so he followed him to go crazy.

And what about the Dragon Boat Festival at this time?

He was sitting in a driving car and learning Japanese.

Not knowing Japanese became an eternal pain in his heart. He regretted that he first learned English, not Japanese.

Otherwise, what other five gold bars would be used to bribe the reporter? Wouldn't it be better to pretend to be a Japanese officer?

While driving the car, reporter Fang complained: "If I had known, I would have to pretend to be a Japanese officer, I would care about you asking for five more gold bars."

The Dragon Boat Festival thought to himself: "I had known that I would have traveled through time, but I would have learned Japanese too early! How could I know so much before?"

"Hey? Why are you pretending to be a major? I am a captain who speaks Japanese, and I have to drive for you?"

Reporter Fang suddenly asked Dragon Boat Festival with dissatisfaction again.

Dragon Boat Festival leaned on the back of the chair, put his feet on the dashboard, and sat in a big boss's seat: "Which senior Japanese officer has you seen to talk to the guards by himself? That would make you lose your identity. By the way, don't talk to me about anything else. Teach me Japanese immediately, I'll give you money."

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Reporter Fang was speechless and thought to himself: Why did he get on this pirate ship?

However, he still began to teach the pronunciation of Dragon Boat Festival Japanese because this was a major event about his life and death.

It’s just a moment before I stop learning Dragon Boat Festival because I’m really annoying to learn pronunciation.

Reporter Fang said: "How can you learn Japanese if you don't learn pronunciation?"

Dragon Boat Festival said: "a,o,e,i,u,u,u,g,k,h,...are not all the same? Let me teach me daily terms first."

Reporter Fang was speechless and could only ask: "Do you have a basic Japanese language? Do you know nothing at all, or can you say something?"

"Baga!"

Dragon Boat Festival first said.

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Reporter Fang asked speechlessly: "Is there any?"

"Baga Road!"

Another sentence for Dragon Boat Festival.

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Reporter Fang was speechless again and continued to ask: "Is there any more?"

"Ah,..."

“嘘,嘘!”

Reporter Fang quickly covered Dragon Boat Festival's mouth, and the car almost overturned. He thought to himself: "You guy said you dare to say anything."

After a while, reporter Fang sighed and said, "You have no basic Japanese. I have to start over."

Dragon Boat Festival urged: "Then you teach it quickly, time is tight. I will learn Japanese and scold the Japanese! "

Reporter Fang had no choice but to pat his chest and said, "I (digging the big west)"

"Dig the West, it's me." Dragon Boat Festival nodded.

"Hello (cry and dig together)"

"Hello (cry and dig together)"

The Dragon Boat Festival was repeated and I officially started learning Japanese. I also studied very seriously.

But if it were a peaceful era, he would probably have a headache after learning for a while. This Japanese is also what people say? But now, in the bumpy car, he can learn it with relish.

But I didn't expect that at this moment, a strong light suddenly came, and the Dragon Boat Festival couldn't open its eyes.

Dragon Boat Festival cursed: "Baga, who is fucking turning on the high beam at night? Are you looking for death?..."
Chapter completed!