Time Traveler

This is not an illusion. Liu Xiaoyong touched his face. There were fewer gullies and wrinkles, his skin became more elastic, and his body was full of strength, as if a heat flow was surging in his blood vessels.

"Who the **** sent you? I will shoot if you don't speak." Doctor Ji held the pistol close to his body. This is a posture to prevent the opponent from taking the gun. He is a doctor and a trained military agent. It is one of Chongqing's liaison stations in Omi.

　　 "I..." Liu Xiaoyong hesitated. He knew Doctor Ji, but he couldn't tell the other party that he was Liu Xiaoyong, because Liu Xiaoyong in this era is still a twenty-eight-year-old young man.

"My own person, I belong to the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Army, Chen Dashuai." Liu Xiaoyong soon thought of a countermeasure. The Anti-Japanese Salvation Army is a local anti-Japanese armed force led by Jiangdong King Chen Zikun. It is not in the same system as the army, but belongs to the National Government. Compared to the Communist Party, which is also an anti-Japanese armed group, it is definitely one of its own.

　　 "How do you know me?" Doctor Ji will not be fooled by a word.

"I've seen your picture." Liu Xiaoyong said, "I have a nephew named Liu Xiaoyong who was in a **** battle with the Japanese on the Songhu battlefield. He knew you. You still have a photo with you. Remember? "

　　 "No wonder, I always think you are a little familiar." Doctor Ji put down the gun, and the contours of the elderly Liu Xiaoyong's face remained unchanged. There are many similarities with the Liu Xiaoyong in Doctor Ji's memory. He said that he was a family.

"I will have a position in Sanjiao. I know the contact point of the military command. I won't come if I don't have to be a last resort." Liu Xiaoyong said, "These are classified information. Boss Dai and Dashuai Chen have friendship, and Jin Jiang is our nest. So they don’t hide each other."

　　Doctor Ji breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "I have long seen that you are not ordinary. You are the person invited by Dashuai Chen from a foreign country."

When Liu Xiaoyong was in a coma, he was not clear about the conversation between them, so he could only sloppy eyes: "Military secrets, I am sorry, I am almost fine, it is time to go, Dr. Ji, can you give me some clothes? A gun."

Dr. Ji’s angry nose was crooked: “Does our military owe you or something? Your money will be confiscated for medical treatment and blood transfusion. Now you still have to borrow my money, and you will borrow money if you borrow money. You still have to borrow a gun. What?"

　　 Liu Xiaoyong said: "There are borrowings and repayments, and it’s not that we don’t meet each other anymore. When we are useful in the future, a word."

Doctor Ji is a refreshing person. He took a stack of middle voucher from the drawer and gave it all to him: "Take it, but you can't go now. It hasn't been long since your bullet was taken out. How can it be good? Give me Lie down for three days and talk."

　　 The task is arduous. How can Liu Xiaoyong be able to hold back his legs? He moved his arms and legs and showed it to Doctor Ji: “Look, it’s okay. It’s okay to hit the devils.”

　　Doctor Ji was dumbfounded: "You are stronger than an eighteen-year-old boy, do you live a long time?"

　　 "In the old age." Liu Xiaoyong said, without delay, he must leave quickly.

"Okay, it's up to you." Doctor Ji took his blue cloth robe and a woolen top hat, dressed Liu Xiaoyong, and stuffed him with Huakou Luzi before going out: "Take self-defense. "

　　 "There will be some time later." Liu Xiaoyong clasped his fists, turned around and walked away in great strides. He didn't look like a ten-year-old old man at all.

　　 Liu Xiaoyong walked to Central Street, and his face was reflected in the window glass facing the street. He looked younger, and now he looked like an old man in his sixties.

　　……

On the train dining car to Beitai, Lieutenant Fujiwara had lunch with newly met Chinese friends. Only first-class guests can enjoy Western or Japanese meals in the tidy dining car. These people are worthy of their knowledge and accomplishments. Second Lieutenant Fujiwara paid a treat.

　　 "Second lieutenant is still of Chinese origin." Ji Yugan said, Japanese civilians have had surnames for only a few decades. Before that, only nobles had their own surnames. Fujiwara is a noble surname with a long history, and the status of ensign is not simple.

When Guan Lu was studying in the United States, there was a roommate from Japan, so she could also speak some Japanese. She and Ji Yugan could communicate smoothly with Lieutenant Fujiwara, talking and laughing, while Liu Yanzhi could only speak Concord, and the identity he made up for himself was a province. The detectives of the special high school in the city specialize in hunting down anti-Japanese elements, so the ensign had a good attitude towards him.

　　 Ji Yugan claimed to be a graduate of the Department of Political Science at Imperial University. He was eloquent when talking about international politics, and he knew well about the figures in Japanese politics and military circles. His quality made Lieutenant Fujiwara admirable.

　　 "I didn't expect to meet high-quality Chinese people." Lieutenant Fujiwara said with emotion, "In the future, Japan and China will be integrated, and you will all be good people who are qualified to be naturalized Japanese."

　　 Then, Lieutenant Fujiwara asked Liu Yanzhi: "How many anti-Japanese elements have you killed?"

　　 Liu Yan replied directly: "I only arrest people, not murder."

　　Fujiwara Second Lieutenant said: "To fight against the Japanese anti-perfects, you must kill them. When I was in Manchuria, I committed suicide by fifteen people who were beheaded with a knife."

　　 Guan Lu showed an expression of disgust, and the white-looking young man turned out to be a murderous monster.

　　 Lieutenant Fujiwara showed great hospitality to Guan Lu, and didn't care about Ji Yugan's feelings, and their covering status was an engaged man and woman.

　　 "Miss Guan, can I write to you?" Lieutenant Fujiwara said.

　　 "Okay, you can still come to my house as a guest." Guan Lu smiled charmingly, "My house is in Nantai, when will you be free?"

　　 Lieutenant Fujiwara's face was pleasantly surprised: "Hey, I'm going to take office in Nantai Garrison this time. If you have any trouble in your house, you can find me."

"Thank you so much." Guan Lu blinked at Liu Yan. The latter hid the steel nail in his hand. He was fed up with the arrogant Japanese and planned to press the steel nail into this kid's temple and get it on the train. Frustrated, Guan Lu's plan extended Lieutenant Fujiwara's life a little bit.

In the 21st century, it only takes an hour to take the high-speed rail from Omi to Jiangbei. Seventy years ago, the train was slow and it took eight hours to get there. This is only theoretical time. In fact, the railway is often destroyed by guerrillas. Either a section of railroad track was demolished, or a boulder was built to block the road, and the eight-hour journey took 18 hours. We arrived in Beitai early the next morning.

A black car with a plaster flag was waiting on the platform. They came to pick up the Jiangbei garrison of Lieutenant Fujiwara. Although the rank of Lieutenant is not high, he is of Chinese origin, and the lower grassroots are also gilded. They plan to be on the front line of the Nantai Security War. After working for a few months, he was transferred back to the Tokyo Army Base Camp as a staff officer.

　　 Lieutenant Fujiwara invited Guan Lu to take a car with him, and went to a hotel in the city to rest for one night, and then went to Nantai County tomorrow morning.

　　 "My father is critically ill, I have to rush over at night." Guan Lu panicked and became very entertaining, her eyes were red.

　　 "Well, I'll take you to Nantai overnight." Lieutenant Fujiwara said, "However, the space in the car is limited, so there are not so many people."

　　 Ji Yu said dryly: "It's okay, you go first, and we will arrive later."

　　 He can only say that. The Japanese soldiers next to him stared at him fiercely. As long as there is half a word, they must be labeled as anti-Japanese elements and caught in the military police.

　　 Guan Lu glanced at Liu Yan and got into the car with her suitcase. Lieutenant Fujiwara closed the door, saluted Ji Yugan and Liu Yanzhi, got into the front seat, and the car drove away.

　　 "I don't know if Dr. Guan can handle it." Ji Yu said dryly, "We have to hurry to follow."

　　 "Let the old man take you, you rent a car and walk along the road to the county seat, I will wait for you in front." Liu Yan hurried away after speaking, and he found a quiet place to take off.

The car drove out of Beitai and drove along the military highway in the direction of Nantai. It was very unsafe at night because guerrilla activities were rampant, but law and order along the road was acceptable. There were many gun towers along the way, searchlights shining all night, and armored vehicles. Patrol to prevent guerrillas from disrupting road traffic.

　　 In the car, besides the driver, it was Lieutenant Fujiwara. He was dead at night. He couldn't help but suddenly ordered the driver to stop. The car stopped on the side of the road. Guan Lu became nervous and looked behind him. The road was dark and there was no sign of Liu Yanzhi.

　　 "Miss Guan, I have great admiration for you." Lieutenant Fujiwara showed a hideous face, began to move hands and feet, Guan Lu pushed the car door and left, the second-class driver who had gotten out of the car blocked her way.

"Liu Yanzhi, where did you die?" Guan Lu shouted openly, and suddenly saw a dark shadow flashing in the sky, and felt relieved. He took out the southern pistol from his bag. This is Ji Yu's precaution before getting off the car. For her.

Lieutenant Fujiwara was shocked and hurriedly drew his knife. With a swish, Liu Yan, who was squatting on the roadside tree, shot a flying spike, hitting his wrist, and the saber fell on the ground. The driver did not have a gun, and only a bayonet was hung on his waist. When I touched the handle of the knife, I was shot through the forehead by a steel nail~www.wuxiaspot.com~You guys, what do you do? Lieutenant Fujiwara panicked.

"The work of the anti-Japanese armed forces." Liu Yanzhi's voice came from the tree, and he jumped down, like a big Peng bird falling in front of the ensign. This is not something normal humans can do. It is beyond the scope of aerodynamics. The ensign's eyes were wide open, and his face was incredible.

　　 "Take off your clothes, then kneel down for me." Liu Yan said straight.

　　 Lieutenant obediently obeyed, took off his military uniform and riding boots, knelt on the ground wearing only a white shirt, and the wind blew as if someone was crying.

　　 "Are you coming or me?" Liu Yan asked Guan Lu directly.

　　 Guan Lu raised the pistol and pointed it at Lieutenant Fujiwara's head. After shaking for a long time, she couldn't pull the trigger, and finally gave up panting.

　　 Liu Yan raised his hand straight and shot a blood hole in the forehead of Lieutenant Fujiwara, and he was planted to the ground and died.

　　 Half an hour later, Lao Cheng arrived with Ji Yugan. The four dragged the two corpses into the ditch. Liu Yan put on Japanese military uniforms, posing as Second Lieutenant Fujiwara, and continued to drive towards Nantai County.

　　 Hurry up, and finally arrived at Nantai before noon. Zhao Ziming drove to Wen Zhan at 3 noon, and it was still too late.

　　 A notice of the execution of Zhao Ziming was posted at the gate of Nantai City. The stage was set up, and hundreds of people gathered around the stage and waited to see the beheading. Among them was the boy Cheng Shuanzhu who was about to rob the court.

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