Anti-Japanese War Frenzy: World Hegemon, Riches and Brothers

It was clearly Qin Gui who was to translate.

A smile appeared on Qin Gui's face as he was stared at by the Japanese soldiers.

What a joke.

If the storyteller's words were actually spoken, none of them would survive.

Qin Gui, with a quick glint in his eye, was trying to fool Sasaki.

Anyway, the other party can't understand it.

"Uh~"

"The guy with the mustache wants to smoke a pipe!"

Sasaki immediately shook his head: "No way!"

"running dog!"

The youngest added a sentence.

He couldn't stand Qin Gui's obsequious manner towards the Japanese.

"Pooh!"

"He can't even smoke, and you want to drink!"

"Sir!"

"These two have too many problems."

Sasaki: "..."

I feel like something's not right, but I can't quite put my finger on it.

He cursed at Qin Gui.

The youngest child's gaze fell upon his cotton-fluffing tools.

Move slowly.

The youngest child's eyes have become deep-set.

This belongs to his family; it has been passed down through generations.

When I ran away, I thought I had lost it.

Unexpectedly, it fell into the hands of the Japanese devils.

"!"

The Japanese soldiers saw the youngest brother's actions.

They were about to step forward to stop them.

Sasaki immediately said, "Don't move, let him go."

Sasaki, who had just started speaking, suddenly stood up from the stool.

This was something he captured on the battlefield.

Based on his understanding as a music teacher, it was definitely a musical instrument.

Sasaki's greatest hobby is collecting all sorts of musical instruments.

Even the items he carried were not handguns.

Instead, they were various bamboo flutes, harmonicas, and so on.

Sasaki's love for musical instruments bordered on obsession.

With excited eyes fixed on the youngest child, Sasaki asked with a puzzled expression.

"Damn it~"

"Do you know how to play this instrument?"

"Oh~"

"Of course I agree!"

"!"

Upon hearing the Japanese soldier's question, Qin Gui's eyes widened in surprise.

What's going on?!

"Musical instrument?"

"..."

Qin Gui was completely stunned.

This is clearly a cotton-fluffing tool, how did it become a musical instrument?

but.

They watched as the Japanese soldiers moved around.

With a quick glance around his eyes, Qin Gui knew he couldn't tell the truth.

Otherwise, my life would be in danger.

"That's right!"

"This is indeed a musical instrument."

"Its name is the single-stringed lute!"

He lies without thinking.

With a smile on his face, Qin Gui praised himself for his cleverness.

Fortunately, he was quick-witted.

Sasaki: "A single-string harp!"

"right!"

"It's a single-stringed harp!"

Qin Gui readily agreed.

Whatever the Japanese say goes.

To argue at this point would be foolish.

Qin Guicai would not refute Sasaki.

The tool used for fluffing cotton was mistaken for a single-string harp.

The Japanese devils in front of me.

There must be something wrong with him/her.

Cannot be exposed.

We must not expose it.

Wearing the Japanese soldier's clothes, Qin Gui was filled with trepidation.

I was afraid of saying the wrong thing.

He lost his life.

My wife is waiting for me at home; I can't die here.

"Yoshi~"

Sasaki's eyes lit up.

He knew all along that what was in front of him was a musical instrument.

Luckily, I brought it along the way.

Otherwise, losing this instrument would be a great regret in life.

An excited Sasaki continued to ask questions.

"His... he can play?"

Sasaki was somewhat impatient.

Such special musical instruments.

He was very curious to know how it was played.

In response to Sasaki's question.

Qin Gui arrogantly looked at the youngest son: "Hey~"

"The Japanese soldier asked you if you could play this kind of thing."

They were met with Qin Gui's questions.

Touching the tools in his hands, the youngest answered with a proud look.

"nonsense!"