"Fujiwara, please!"

When Saburo Fujiwara walked into Miura's office, he suddenly saw two people inside, one of whom was still sitting upright in Miura's position, and he was shocked!

This is Miura's office, how could anyone be there?

“Miura…”

He turned his head suddenly and naturally touched the self-defense pistol on his waist with his right hand, but one hand was one step faster than him!

The gun was taken out of the holster!

The person who grabbed the pistol of Saburo Fujiwara was nothing else, but Miura who was walking behind him and smiling at him with great sincerity.

"Miura, you..." Saburo Fujiwara had a little fantasy, hoping that this was just a joke, not hurting Daya.

"Fujiwara, I'm sorry, for your life safety, I have to do this!" Miura said with great guilt.

"Master Fujiwara, we're meeting again!" Wu Zi smiled slightly and walked over.

"You are..." Fujiwara Saburo was still shocked. Although he still had a samurai sword around his waist, he understood that no matter how fast his sword was, it was not as fast as the bullet.

"In the morning, at the explosion site, did you forget me so quickly?" Wu Zi said with a chuckle.

"Oh, you, you are that..."

"It seems that Major Fujiwara's memory is quite good, let's talk about it!" Wu Zi pushed Fujiwara over and pressed it on the chair!

"Fujiwara Saburo, Yokosuka..." Lu Shan began to recite to a piece of white paper on the table.

Fujiwara Saburo's face looked like a slight look. This is his complete resume. If he had not known him, or had read his archives in the military, he would not have known it so clearly.

There is no doubt that someone wrote down these and told the officer who sat in front of him who only wore the rank of Second Lieutenant of the Imperial Japanese Army.

Listening to the honest Beijing official dialect, Saburo Fujiwara was a fool and understood that the other party was a complete Chinese!

"Miura, you bastard..." Saburo Fujiwara was furious and wanted to pull out his sword as soon as he reached out.

"Master Fujiwara, you are not very good at playing with swords. You can easily hurt others and yourself. I'll keep them for you!" Wu Zi reached out and took away the sword from Fujiwara's left hand and smiled coldly at him.

"Mr. Fujiwara, I'm sorry!" Miura bowed deeply to Saburo Fujiwara with great guilt.

"Miura, I misread you. You have lost all the faces of the Miura family. Why did the Miura family have such a traitor like you?" Fujiwara Saburo cursed.

"Master Fujiwara, you should care about yourself!" Wu Zi coldly pressed Saburo Fujiwara back to the chair.

"Fujiwara, you have also seen it. Working with us is your only way out, otherwise, do you know what will happen?" Lu Shan stood up and walked to Saburo Fujiwara and said.

"Cooperate and dream, I'm not that coward in Miura!"

"Mr. Miura is not a coward. He is a hero who knows the times and is a hero. There is only one way to resist. A person's life is only once. You should know how to cherish it, and you should understand this truth!"

"I am the Great Japanese Emperor. The interests of the empire are above everything else, and death is our destiny!"

"You die. What can you get? Your wife remarries and your son changes his surname. Who can remember you, Saburo Fujiwara in a few years?"

"What are you talking nonsense? Even if I die, Eiko will not remarry!" Fujiwara Saburo said confidently.

"Is that?" Lu Shan smiled, "If you die, how much pension will the Japanese military department give her, enough for her to live for a few years. She is a woman and is still very young. How difficult it is to raise two children? Don't you know?"

"You, what did you say?" Fujiwara Saburo said uncertainly.

"What, don't you understand what I said?" Lu Shan said, "The Kanto Army has abandoned you. Even if there are planes here and airports, a plane can take away several people. There is always one person who wants to stay in the palace. Fujiwara Saburo, who do you think that person will be?"

Saburo Fujiwara was stunned for a moment. He looked at Miura. Miura shook his head helplessly. A transport plane could carry up to fifteen people, if it was not considered the property they carried.

Is he among these fifteen people?

Saburo Fujiwara didn't dare to think about it. He was appointed by Shimizu Thirteen as the defense officer of the Huofang Gold Mine, and he was definitely the most suitable person to stay behind!

We must always leave a more important commander behind the palace, otherwise the troops of these hundreds of people will be in chaos?

Moreover, he himself is the commander of this army, and no one is more suitable than him. If he wants to retreat, Fujiwara will definitely be the first to be sacrificed.

"You also know the situation. Just by your current strength, it is not a question of whether you can win, but a question of how long it can last. Now, your airport has been controlled by us. You no longer have a chance on this road in the air. By land, do you think you still have a chance?" Lu Shan analyzed the situation to Fujiwara.

"I also know that it is impossible to surrender Shisan Shisan on his own initiative. He is a stubborn and hard-working man, but he can't let hundreds of people follow him to be buried with him. The negotiator of the Kwantung Army is still in Harbing. Maybe you still have a chance to return to Japan, what do you think?"

"No, no, I won't cooperate with you!"

"You have only more than 300 people in total. A small team at the airport has been wiped out by us. The small team you brought has also become our captives. How many are you left? Don't expect those Koreans and bandits. They are just a group of mobs. I believe you think so too. Tell you, we only have fifteen people!"

"No, this is impossible, impossible!"

"Kun Fujiwara, they are the ghost troops!" Miura said to Saburo Fujiwara with pity.

"Nani, ghost!" Fujiwara Saburo shivered all over, his eyes were like the eyes of a dead fish, and his eyes turned pale. The terror on his face was like a person walking on the night road suddenly saw a ghost.

Any Japanese officers and soldiers who heard the word "ghost" were all afraid of being scared. This noun was like a spell, like the most terrifying shadow deep in the heart, and the lingering fear and anxiety.

In fact, the Special War Brigade did not deliberately hide itself. It was just that every time they acted, they were elusive and would not leave any survivors. Over time, they became famous as the "ghost", making the Japanese army look so terrified!

The Hunchback Gold Mine actually provoked the ghost troops, which made Fujiwara feel unspeakable fear.

The Ghost Force, this mysterious Chinese army, its troops organization, personnel, and equipment are still a mystery to the Great Japanese Empire. They directly or indirectly killed thousands of brave soldiers and citizens of the Great Japanese Empire, which is simply a force that exists for the sake of killing.

"Mr. Miura said it well. We are the legendary ghost troops in your Japanese population. But we are just one of them. There are many squads like us. They all perform different tasks in different places!" Lu Shan smiled slightly. It can save some trouble if he can scare the Japanese.

"I can survive because I'm useful to them!" Miura said.

"I, I..." Saburo Fujiwara felt something stuck in his throat, his heartbeat faster, and he had difficulty breathing.

"It falls into our hands. We are sure to make you worse than death, but we don't want to do this. Miura said that you are a good person, here. He is the only friend of you, and he can't bear to see you suffer and suffer. He hopes you can cooperate with us?"

“What if I don’t cooperate?”

"We are never merciless to the enemy. If he has no value?" Lu Shan reached out and picked up a black dagger on the table and played in his hand. This dagger was the spoil he seized from the Wild Wolf Valley. It was black all over, like a whole. Even if he had a wide range of knowledge, he could not see what the material of this dagger was. He only knew that he was very hard and extremely sharp!

This is a cold weapon created by collecting the crystallization of ancient people’s wisdom!

"You, will you kill me?"

"In the northeast corner of this airport, there is a newly dug pit, buried inside..."

In this era, aircraft did not even have radio communication. Flying into the sky is like a kite with broken strings. Although there is a gyroscope, it is absolutely impossible to get off the sky without the ground guidance.

Small airports test the pilot's abilities more!

Takeo Yamamoto and Hidera Ogawa were pilots who were replenished from Japan after the Dongkang attacked Fengtian Dongta Airport. Although they had not served in Manchuria, this did not affect their conquest of this pure sky!

The Chinese Air Force was like a kid playing with mud in front of the Great Japanese Empire. Perhaps only the Soviets could pose a little threat.

"Kun Ogawa, this time the mission is too easy. The sky of the Chinese people belongs to me to fight against Japan!" Takeo Yamamoto was a little proud.

"Yamamoto, please pay attention to pulling up. Our enemies have certain air defense weapons!" Kobo Hinata reminded his companions.

"Kun Ogawa, you are too careful. If the Chinese have them, why do we go deeper and go hundreds of kilometers without any movement?" Takeo Yamamoto said, "Air defense weapons cannot be arranged casually. If we attack Harbing now, we may find out. But now we are going to an unknown small place. Even if the Chinese see them, what can they do to us? Can they still send fighters to shoot us down? Don't tease them, do they have planes and pilots?"

"Yamamoto, pay attention to the course!"

"knew……"

A small black dot emerged in the clouds, and a Japanese Nakajima 97 propeller transport aircraft made a "buzzing" roar and flew down to the small military airport on the ground!

"Come on, guide the plane to land, runway 1!"

"yes!"

"Okawa, do you see that fool holding the flag on the ground..."

"Yamamoto, drive carefully. This is not a fixed airport. The snow on the runway has just been cleared. We must pay attention to the angle and speed of the landing!"

"I understand, let's go down!" Takeo Yamamoto pressed the joystick and the plane roared down. Lu Shan, who was standing on the tower and observing with a telescope, could see the excited expressions of the two Japanese pilots in the transparent glass cockpit of the aircraft's nose!

The pleasure of entering a world of no one must be gone soon.

A few minutes later, the plane stopped on the only runway at the airport. In addition to the two pilots, the plane was equipped with supplies, including ammunition, medicines, cotton coats, etc.

Poor just now, I was talking happily on the plane, what kind of reception will they encounter after they get off, wine, food or beauty?

But they could not have thought that they would be tied up by four special forces members who were like tigers and wolves and become prisoners!

Just when they didn't know what was going on, two black pockets suddenly fell from their heads, and their heads were completely covered!

Pilots are technical troops, and Lu Shan is reluctant to kill them, so he has to squeeze out their value before talking about it.

The supplies on the plane are naturally cheaper than Lushan.

"Mr. Lu, what is the next plan?"

"Call Qingshui Thirteen and ask for the next action?" Lu Shan ordered calmly.

"Please ask Qingshui Thirteen?"

"right!"

Soon Shimizu Thirteen's order came, ordering Fujiwara Saburo to load the supplies and return to the Gold Mine Bureau immediately!

"Wu Zi, monk, our opportunity has come. Leave half of our hands to guard the airport, and the remaining half will follow me to the Gold Mine Bureau!" Lu Shan ordered.

"Mr. Lu, we have too few people, so we go to the Gold Mine Bureau like this. If the action fails, it will be troublesome. Also, you are a body of gold, how can you take risks with yourself?" Wu Zi opposed.

"It's too late. If Fujiwara doesn't go back, Shimizu Thirteen will doubt it immediately. At that time, will we be caught in a turtle in a jar?" Lu Shan said.

"How about you stay at the airport and I will take people there?" Wu Zi suggested.
To be continued...