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Zhou Tianyang was wearing the uniform of a Japanese sergeant, with a captured Mauser pistol tucked into his waistband.

From the outside, he looks like an ordinary Japanese sergeant.

Nobody would give him a second glance.

The motorcycle traveled for about twenty minutes.

A fork in the road appeared ahead, with a checkpoint set up at the intersection.

Several thick wooden stakes lay across the middle of the road, with sandbags piled behind them, and two light machine guns mounted on top of the sandbags.

A dozen or so Japanese soldiers, guns at the ready, scanned the passersby with wary eyes.

A dozen or so ordinary people were lined up in front of the checkpoint.

Two Japanese soldiers, guns at the ready, checked each person's citizen certificate one by one.

An elderly man in his fifties was stopped; the photo on his good citizen certificate was somewhat blurry.

The Japanese soldiers looked at him over and over again, and then looked at his face.

"What kind of work are you doing?"

The old man was so frightened that he was trembling, and his voice was shaking.

"Sir, I am a law-abiding citizen, a farmer. My law-abiding citizen certificate is genuine, it's real."

The Japanese soldier snorted and threw the good citizen certificate in his face.

"roll!"

The old man quickly picked up his good citizen certificate, shouldered his load, and hurried through the checkpoint.

Behind them, another civilian was stopped; they weren't so lucky.

He was a man in his thirties, wearing a tattered cotton-padded jacket, his face tanned dark by the sun; he looked like a farmer.

But his certificate of good citizenship was fake.

The photo was pasted on, and the stamp was added later.

The Japanese soldiers glanced at it and immediately noticed the flaw.

"Baka!"

He slapped the man across the face, and the man staggered a few steps, almost falling over.

"Where did yours come from?"

"The 'good citizen certificate' is fake!"

The man's face was deathly pale, and his lips trembled several times, but he couldn't say anything.

"take away!"

Two Japanese soldiers rushed up, grabbed his arms on either side, and dragged him to the side of the road.

"Sir, I am a law-abiding citizen! I am a law-abiding citizen!"

The man struggled, his voice filled with fear.

His response was a rifle butt.

The Japanese soldier swung his rifle butt and smashed it into his back. He groaned and knelt on the ground.

"Baka!"

"Behave yourself!"

Another Japanese soldier pulled out a rope from his waist and quickly tied his hands behind his back.

The man knelt on the ground, trembling all over, no longer daring to struggle.

The local people who witnessed this scene were so frightened that they lowered their heads and dared not look any longer.

Zhou Tianyang rode his motorcycle slowly closer.

He slowed down, his gaze sweeping over the checkpoints.

A dozen or so Japanese soldiers, with two light machine guns.

Beside the checkpoint stood a Japanese sergeant.

He saw Zhou Tianyang riding up on his motorcycle and raised his hand.

Zhou Tianyang stepped on the brakes, and the motorcycle came to a stop.

When the Japanese sergeant saw Zhou Tianyang's rank insignia, his expression immediately changed.

The command was no longer the arrogant one it had been, but rather carried a hint of politeness.

"Sergeant, you've worked hard."

He walked to the motorcycle, stood at attention, saluted, and spoke respectfully.

Zhou Tianyang nodded and jumped off the motorcycle.

Which unit are you from?

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

The Japanese sergeant became even more respectful, standing up straighter.

"Reporting to Your Excellency, I am Kobayashi Jiro from the First Company of the Second Battalion of the Third Regiment of the Taiyuan Garrison Command. I am here on orders to set up a checkpoint for inspection."

Zhou Tianyang nodded, his gaze sweeping over the checkpoint.

"How's the situation here?"

Have you spotted any suspicious individuals?

Kobayashi Jiro shook his head, his tone tinged with frustration.

"Since the lockdown began, no suspicious persons have been found."

"We arrested a few people with questionable good citizen certificates, but after interrogation, they turned out to be ordinary people with no valuable leads."

Zhou Tianyang sneered inwardly.

If you can catch me, that would be a miracle.

But his face remained expressionless; he simply nodded.

"Thanks for your hard work."

He took out a cigarette case from his pocket, pulled out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, struck a match, lit it, and took a deep drag.

Then, he handed the cigarette case to Kobayashi Jiro.

"Want one?"

Kobayashi Jiro paused for a moment.

He then quickly took the cigarette case, pulled out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it with a match.

"Thank you, sir."

His tone became more respectful, and his gaze towards Zhou Tianyang became more intimate.

Zhou Tianyang glanced at the Japanese soldiers around him and handed them the cigarette case.

"You've both worked hard, let's break up."

The Japanese soldiers looked at each other, none of them daring to accept the order.

Kobayashi Jiro waved his hand.

"Take it, it's from you."

The Japanese soldiers then took the cigarette case with smiles, each taking out a cigarette and putting it in their mouths.

"Thank you, sir!"

"Thank you, sir!"

They lit cigarettes, puffing out clouds of smoke, and the fatigue on their faces lessened somewhat.

Zhou Tianyang leaned against his motorcycle, squinting as he watched the people queuing to cross the border.

"Kobayashi-kun, do you know what happened?"

Kobayashi Jiro's expression changed slightly, and he lowered his voice.

"I heard that a top-secret document from headquarters was stolen, but I don't know the specifics."

"The entire Taiyuan area is now under martial law, and we have been sent out to set up checkpoints and conduct inspections."

His tone carried a mixture of indignation and helplessness.

"I wonder who did it. They're incredibly audacious to steal top-secret documents on Imperial Army territory."

Zhou Tianyang flicked his cigarette ash, his tone calm.

"What orders have you received?"

Kobayashi Jiro thought for a moment and then spoke.

"The platoon leader ordered us to conduct thorough checks on passersby."

He paused, then added.

"The thieves may not have escaped Taiyuan yet. Let's increase our vigilance and not overlook any clues."

Zhou Tianyang nodded and stubbed out his cigarette at his feet.

"Well done."

He patted Kobayashi Jiro on the shoulder, his tone tinged with approval.

"Continue to strengthen vigilance and do not let the thieves slip away right under your noses."

"yes!"

Kobayashi Jiro stood at attention and saluted, his voice booming.

Zhou Tianyang turned around, walked to the motorcycle, and straddled it.

"I have to go ahead on a mission, so I won't stay any longer."

"Hi!"

"Please take care, sir!"

Kobayashi Jiro stood at attention and saluted respectfully.

Zhou Tianyang twisted the throttle, and the motorcycle roared as it sped toward the checkpoint.

Several Japanese soldiers quickly moved the wooden stakes aside and made way for them.

The motorcycle passed through the checkpoint, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Kobayashi Jiro stood there, watching the motorcycle's silhouette gradually recede into the distance, disappearing around the bend in the dirt road.

"Please wait, Sergeant!"

He shouted in that direction.

Then he turned around and shouted to the Japanese soldiers behind him.

"Continue the investigation! Don't let your guard down!"

"Hi!"

A dozen or so Japanese soldiers answered in unison.

Zhou Tianyang continued riding his motorcycle northward.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

As for the Japanese soldiers, their uniforms are really useful here.

The Japanese soldiers at the checkpoints, seeing his military uniform, didn't even ask him a single question.

They not only let him pass, but also treated him very politely.

If he were dressed as an ordinary citizen, he would have had a lot of trouble just getting through the checkpoints.

If you're unlucky, you might even be detained and questioned, which would be troublesome.

As Zhou Tianyang thought about this, the smile on his lips grew wider and wider.

then.

He sped up, and the motorcycle raced along the dirt road.