Holding the original shares, they fought all the way to the Korean War!

Zhou Tianyang didn't dare linger in the town.

After passing through the checkpoint set up by the puppet troops at the entrance to the town, he quickened his pace and crossed the main street of the town.

There weren't many people on the street, and most of the shops on both sides were closed. Occasionally, a few ordinary people would squat by the wall and watch him walk by.

Zhou Tianyang didn't look at it for long; he knew these ordinary people were having a hard time.

But he couldn't worry about that now; he had to leave Taiyuan as soon as possible.

After leaving the town, he continued north.

After walking for about half an hour, he arrived at a relatively secluded section of the road.

Suddenly, his ears twitched slightly.

The sound of a motorcycle came from behind.

Zhou Tianyang didn't turn around, but moved closer to the side of the road and continued walking forward.

His pace neither quickened nor slowed; he maintained his original rhythm.

The sound of the motorcycle grew closer and clearer.

He glanced at it out of the corner of his eye and saw it was a three-wheeled motorcycle with two people sitting on it.

A light machine gun with a blunt handle was mounted in the sidecar, and the gunner sat inside with his finger on the trigger.

devil.

Zhou Tianyang's pupils contracted slightly.

But his facial expression remained unchanged.

A motorcycle drove past him, kicking up a cloud of dust.

He kept his head down, not looking at the Japanese soldiers, and just kept walking forward.

The motorcycle drove about several dozen meters and then suddenly stopped.

Zhou Tianyang frowned slightly, but still did not stop walking.

"stop!"

A voice came from ahead, speaking in Japanese.

Zhou Tianyang stopped and looked up.

The motorcycle had already turned around and was heading back towards him.

In the sidecar of the motorcycle sat a Japanese sergeant, his small eyes gleaming with cunning.

The motorcycle stopped in front of Zhou Tianyang.

The sergeant jumped out of the sidecar, walked up to him, and looked him up and down.

"What kind of work are you doing?"

His tone was tinged with doubt as he looked at Zhou Tianyang.

The Japanese sergeant frowned and placed his hand on the gun at his waist.

"Baka! I'm asking you a question!"

Zhou Tianyang took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

"I am from the Taiyuan Military Police, and I am on a special mission."

He spoke, in fluent Japanese with a pure Tokyo accent.

The sergeant was stunned, and the way he looked Zhou Tianyang up and down changed.

"Taiyuan Military Police?"

He repeated it, his tone lessening slightly in doubt, but still tinged with wariness.

"Sir, my apologies."

He stood at attention and saluted, his attitude noticeably more respectful.

"What mission are you undertaking?"

Zhou Tianyang's expression remained unchanged.

"It's confidential, I can't tell you."

The sergeant nodded quickly, not daring to ask any further questions.

"Sir, this area is not safe, and you are traveling alone..."

"I know."

Zhou Tianyang interrupted him, his tone calm.

"So, I'd like to borrow your motorcycles for a bit."

The sergeant paused for a moment, exchanged a glance with the Japanese soldier behind him, and both hesitated.

"Your Excellency, this..."

"What, you don't want to?"

Zhou Tianyang's tone remained calm, but his eyes turned cold.

"Which unit are you from?"

"What's the code number?"

"Who is your superior?"

The sergeant's expression changed, and he quickly shook his head.

"No, no, I wouldn't dare."

"If you need it, please feel free to take it."

He turned around and waved to the motorcyclist.

"Get out of the car and give it to you."

The motorcyclist jumped off the vehicle and stood at attention.

Zhou Tianyang walked to the motorcycle and straddled it.

"Sir, are you sure you can manage on your own?"

The sergeant followed, his tone somewhat ingratiating.

"Should I send someone to follow you?"

"Need not."

Zhou Tianyang shook his head, his gaze sweeping over the two Japanese soldiers.

"You two, come with me for a while, and when we get to the intersection ahead, we'll go back."

"Hi!"

The sergeant stood at attention, saluted, and then turned to wave at the Japanese soldier behind him.

"Follow up, Your Excellency."

The two quickly climbed into the sidecar of the motorcycle.

Zhou Tianyang rode his motorcycle along the dirt road.

He didn't drive too fast, just maintained a steady speed.

His gaze swept across the trees on both sides from time to time, searching for a suitable spot.

After walking for about two kilometers, a denser forest appeared ahead, with thick bushes on both sides of the road, making it impossible to see into the forest from the road.

Zhou Tianyang slowed down and stopped.

He turned off the engine and jumped off the motorcycle.

The sergeant jumped out of the sidecar and jogged over to him.

"Sir, what's wrong?"

Zhou Tianyang did not answer, but walked to the roadside and looked at the grove of trees.

"I need to use the restroom here."

He turned around, looked at the sergeant, and spoke calmly.

"You two, wait for me a moment."

"Hi!"

The sergeant stood at attention and saluted.

Zhou Tianyang turned and walked into the woods. After walking about ten steps, he stopped and turned around.

"Come here for a moment."

He pointed to the sergeant.

The sergeant immediately ran over and stood at attention.

"Sir, what are your orders?"

Zhou Tianyang didn't speak, he just looked at him.

When the sergeant was less than a meter away from him, he moved.

He drew a dagger from his waist with his right hand, moving swiftly.

The sergeant's eyes widened suddenly, and his mouth opened as if he wanted to shout.

But before he could even utter a sound, the dagger had already sliced ​​through his throat.

"laugh!"

With a soft sound, blood gushed from his throat.

The sergeant's body convulsed violently a few times before going limp.

Zhou Tianyang supported his body and gently placed him on the ground without making a sound.

Then, he turned around and looked at the Japanese soldier by the roadside.

The Japanese soldier was squatting by the roadside smoking and had no idea what was happening in the woods.

Zhou Tianyang emerged from the woods, his pace neither fast nor slow.

"Hey, come here for a second."

He called out in Japanese, his tone calm.

The Japanese soldier stood up and walked towards him without hesitation.

"Sir, what is it?"

Zhou Tianyang didn't say anything, he just watched him approach.

five meters.

three meters.

one meter.

Zhou Tianyang's right hand emerged from behind his back.

The sergeant's pupils contracted sharply as he saw the dagger and the still-wet blood on Zhou Tianyang's hands.

"you……"

Before he could even utter a sound, the dagger was already plunged into his chest.

"laugh!"

The dagger pierced between his ribs and precisely into his heart.

His body jolted violently, and the cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground.

He looked down at his chest, where there was a dagger, with only the hilt sticking out.

His body went limp and he collapsed.

Zhou Tianyang pulled out his dagger and wiped the blood off the Japanese soldier's clothes.

Then, he crouched down and began searching the Japanese soldiers' bodies.

Bullets, cigarettes, water bottles, dry rations... take everything usable.

Then, he started taking off his clothes.

He stripped the sergeant's uniform off.

Then wear it yourself.

The size is just right, although it's a little tight, but you can't tell unless you look closely.

He then put the Japanese sergeant's identification card into his pocket.

After everything was tidied up.

He dragged the two bodies deep into the woods and covered them with bushes and weeds.

Then he got on the three-wheeled motorcycle, twisted the throttle, and drove north along the dirt road.