Chapter 489: : Last Japan

Jiang Hao drove his motorcycle and drove straight out of the city gate.
He is going to leave Nanjing.
The experience of these two days and two nights made Jiang Hao think a lot, and also made him understand one thing. He can't change much by his own strength.
A special forces sniper with superpowers can assassinate a senior general and can kill several soldiers, but even a small-scale battle cannot be changed, let alone a battle or a war.
In the face of a full-scale war involving two countries, his personal force was as small as a drop of water in the sea. Even if he tried to jump in, he could not lift a tiny wave.
Even if he is capable again, there are still hundreds of thousands of people in Nanjing. Who should he save and how many people can he save?
He was not cowardly, nor did he run away, nor did he dare to fight desperately with those Japanese, but even if he killed hundreds or thousands of enemies, and eventually died by himself, it did n’t make much sense to him, and he might be able to do more. Many, he had made up his mind last night. He was going to Japan and inserting the enemy's heart.
Just kill the two beasts before leaving, just to fulfill a small wish.
In fact, he wanted to kill more people, such as Matsui Ishigen, commander-in-chief of Central China, Gu Shoufu, commander of the 6th Division, Nakajima Nakajima, and many, many invaders. However, he knew that even the killing of these generals would have no effect on the overall battle situation. Someone would immediately rise up, perhaps because the sniping of these people led to the crazy revenge of the Japanese army.
Even if he can escape, it may be because of his actions that it will cause more deaths of innocent people.
He also knew that even if he didn't do it, those beasts would not give up.
But this was a dilemma after all.
So he finally decided that you cut my skin and I dug your heart. Let's compare the hearts of others.
The motorcycle was galloping all the way, a city gate appeared in front of it, a roadblock was placed at the door, and a sandbag fort was next to it. Jiang Ha stopped the car. A Japanese team leader came over to salute and said, "Please show your pass . "
Jiang Hao took out the reporter's pass and showed it to the other party. After reading the captain, the team leader asked, "It was a reporter, this is where I am going."
"Ah, go out and take some pictures outside the city. Is there a problem?" Jiang Hao said with a stern expression.
"Of course no problem." The team leader quickly returned the pass to Jiang Hao, Jiang Hao received the pass, and a gasoline motorcycle drove out of Nanjing City.
Jiang Hao was going to drive a motorcycle all the way to Shanghai, and then go to Japan by boat in Shanghai. After Japan occupied Shanghai, he began to use Shanghai as a bridgehead, and continued to send troops and deliver goods such as dànyào, qiāng, and armored vehicles to China. No shortage.
Riding the bicycle all the way, at this time there is already a road from Nanjing to Shanghai. Jiang Hao only needs to follow the road. There are occasional towns and villages on both sides. It's oily, so I had to come down and stand on the side of the road.
I have to say that he was lucky. He spent half an hour on the side of the road, and saw several military trucks coming from Shanghai. Jiang Hao quickly waved and stopped.
Squeak!
The front truck stopped, and the back naturally stopped. The people in the car looked at Jiang Hao, "What's the matter?"
Jiang Hao said immediately: "My car is running out of fuel. Can you give me some oil?"
The officer heard that Jiang Hao's accent was pure Japanese, so he jumped out of the car and was a second lieutenant. He came to Jiang Hao and asked, "Which unit do you belong to and why are you here alone?"
"I'm not a soldier. I'm a journalist with the army. Isn't this going to go back to Shanghai? I didn't expect to run out of oil." Jiang Hao said helplessly.
The second lieutenant looked at the cameras and camcorders in Jiang Hao ’s car, and believed Jiang Hao ’s words, because these camera equipment were expensive at this time. The second lieutenant waved behind him and shouted: "Take a Barrels of gasoline come down. "
Immediately, a soldier jumped out of the car and brought a military tin petrol barrel. The second lieutenant said, "I have to transport supplies, so I don't have much to keep, you should refuel yourself."
"Yes, thank you so much."
The second lieutenant got on the car, several cars roared past, and watching the disappearing convoy, Jiang Hao sighed, "What a great killing value, just leave."
But he saw a truck full of soldiers in the back of the truck. He was alone and could not really deal with so many Japanese soldiers. He could only watch the meat slip away from his mouth. Already.
The fuel tank was filled with fuel, and the rest was placed in the car bucket. Jiang Hao continued on the road. The motorcycle beeps all the way, running for six or seven hours, and finally arrived in Shanghai at midnight. Before entering the city, he received another inspection. Naturally It was passed without surprise.
Motorcycles are driving into the city. At this moment, the whole Shanghai is no longer the bustle and bustle of the past. After the Japanese occupation of Shanghai, they also carried out the tragic inhumane túshā operation, but after a few months, Shanghai has gradually stabilized.
He was wearing a military uniform. He should have reported to the Japanese military department. He could certainly be arranged for hospitality, but he was not a holiday army and would not rush to the military department.
Stopped outside a lighted hotel, knocked on the door, and after a few words of Shanghai came out, Jiang Hao didn't understand too much, but in short it was a complaint, similar to being late, not opening the door some type of.
"Open the door, I want to live in the shop." Jiang Hao said this in Japanese, and his tone was very stiff.
The hotel owner looked out from the crack of the door and was frightened. He was a Japanese in a military uniform, and scared him to open the door quickly.
Clicking,
The sound of pulling the bolt and picking the iron chain was not long after the shop door opened, and a middle-aged uncle stood at the door with a horrified expression, "Mr. Tai, yes, is there anything?"
Jiang Hao estimates that this guy can't understand Japanese either, and says very hard Chinese: "I, stay."
"Live at the store, oh well, no problem." The owner said in a hurry.
Soon he led Jiang Hao to the second floor and opened a room. "Too, Taijun, do you think this is okay, this is the best room we have here."
Jiang Hao ignored him and flung his gloves to let him go out. The shop owner hurriedly went downstairs to leave. It is winter and it is very cold to ride a motorcycle. If it is not for spiritual protection, it is estimated that Jiang Hao will be frozen. When I went to the warm room, I immediately felt a sense of happiness.
Jiang Hao sat on the bed and began to meditate on his knees. Since coming to this world, he hasn't actually slept all night because he doesn't know where the enemy is. The Japanese are the enemy. He is now disguised as a Japanese and the Chinese are also the enemy.
If a patriotic warrior comes and gives him a qiāng behind him, Jiang Hao's death will be called injustice. Fortunately, cross-legged meditation and exercise can still serve the purpose of rest, even better than sleeping.
One night passed by, and the next day Jiang Hao got up early and left the hotel ~ EbookFREE.me ~ to give money. It was impossible. Wearing this suit gave the money to him, let alone he had no money.
He now has qiāng, bombs, and grenades, but he has no money, and his pockets are empty, and he is cleaner than his face.
Damn, it's time to get some money. Otherwise, going to Japan is not a good life. Where can I get it? Jiang Hao is driving a motorcycle and scanning the streets around him, thinking of his mind.
suddenly,
He saw a red brick building with a plaque on it saying "Zhengjin Bank Shanghai Branch", and his mind was immediately upset.
He has read some information about Zhengjin Bank, which was founded in Yokohama, Japan in 1880, and set up a branch in Shanghai in the 9th year of the Guangxu period of the Qing Dynasty. In 1883, during the Japanese invasion of China, Zhengjin Bank played a great role. It was used by the Japanese army as a reserve bank and stored a lot of robbed gold and silver.
After storage for a certain period of time, when a batch is gathered, it will be shipped to Japan by ship, and finally stored in the Bank of Tokyo, as the quantity cannot be counted.
I do n’t know how to steal you.