"Don't move!!! This is poisonous gas!" Song Yuanming's warning made the soldiers stay away from these tin cans and immediately stayed away: "You•;amp;#8226;;amp;#8226;;

amp;#8226;;amp;#8226;;amp;#8226;;Are you telling the truth?”

"Is it fun to lie to people?" Song Yuanming snorted coldly, "Judging from the logo, this is the Japanese's latest Red No. 1 special cigarette, which is mustard gas."

"Then how should we deal with these harmful things?" Tiger King asked cautiously.

"This is not simple. We will take them away together with the things in this warehouse. This is the poison gas prepared by the devils for us. We will let them have a taste of what this mustard gas feels like. md, do you really think that the Chinese are easy to bully?

?”

Everyone present has seen the power of the Japanese gas bombs. Wherever the smoke drifted, there were dead bodies everywhere, and there was a dead silence. It was like a no man's land. When Song Yuanming said this, he felt happy but also a little worried: "

So how do we protect ourselves from viruses?"

"Since the devils have prepared poison gas, they must be equipped with corresponding gas masks. Search carefully and don't let go of every corner." Song Yuanming was very happy. The wind and water were turning, and it was time to let the little devils have a taste of the mustard gas.

What does it feel like? In my previous life, I watched countless Anti-Japanese War movies. Every time I saw the Japanese using poison gas to massacre my compatriots, I felt indescribable pain in my heart. That’s why I chose to join the army.

.Now, a great opportunity for revenge is right in front of you, and you don’t need to be a fool.

"Boss, these are all gas masks. We are rich." A soldier from the sniper brigade waved desperately to Song Yuanming, his excitement beyond words. Song Yuanming walked over and took a look, and sure enough, there were four large wooden boxes here.

They were all gas masks. His eyes lit up when he saw them, like a hungry wolf meeting a delicious fat sheep: "Carry away, transport everything in the warehouse! Also the generators, radio stations, and military uniform cotton in the turrets."

All the weapons, ammunition, etc., were loaded into my truck and transported away. MD didn’t give out just a little bit this time.”

"Yes." The soldier saluted with a military salute and hurriedly greeted him, "Hurry, hurry, transport them all away, don't leave a bullet for the Japanese." His eyes flashed with excitement, and he followed the leader to fight.

It's great that in the past it was the Japanese who robbed us, now it's their turn too.

"Boss," another soldier shouted, "We found a tunnel here."

"Tunnel?" Song Yuanming was surprised. When did the Japanese also play this? He paused and said, "Leave a group of brothers to move supplies. The remaining brothers, follow me down to the tunnel to have a look."

The tunnel is not big, and can only allow an adult man to pass through. It is completely impossible for two people to walk side by side. The dim yellow explosion-proof lights are on above the head, and the figures are silhouetted, but they do not emit too much light.

With all the noise, who knows if there are Japs lurking secretly. In this formation, one quick shot would wipe out everything.

After turning a corner, the passage suddenly became much wider, and the muddy ground under our feet turned into a hardened road made of cement. "Boss, what on earth is this place?" a soldier asked aloud.

"I don't know where to go. Stay alert and prepare to fight." Song Yuanming took the lead and took off his sniper rifle and kept it in a ready-to-fire position. The soldiers around him also followed suit, raising their rifles and holding them with their fingers.

Holding the cold trigger, he is ready to fire the bullets in the barrel at any enemy that may appear.

"This place seems to be a prison cell." After walking not far,

Song Yuanming and others looked at the finger-thick iron railing in front of them and expressed their guesses.

"Help, help!" In the cell at the end, a foreigner with blond hair and blue eyes heard the voice and shouted. Song Yuanming was surprised: "There is someone, a foreigner."

"Boss, what should we do?" the soldier on the side asked.

"Go over and have a look." Song Yuanming walked over with a gun. When people like that saw Song Yuanming and others holding guns, they thought it was a firing squad, and their faces changed with fear: "Don't•;amp;#8226

;;amp;#8226;;amp;#8226;;amp;#8226;;amp;#8226;;Don’t kill me” (English)

"Don't be afraid, we are good people and we are here to save you." (English) Song Yuanming said in fluent English. The soldiers around him all showed admiration. Their leaders are like cows. They are proficient in English and Japanese.

Tong. When the foreigner heard that Song Yuanming could speak English, he took a long breath and said, "Who are you?" (English)

"Chinese." (English) Song Yuanming put the sniper rifle back on his back, "Who are you? What is your name? Why did the Japanese imprison you?" (English)

"My name is Jordan, Michael Jordan. I am an American journalist. I originally worked at the U.S. Embassy in Nanjing. After the Japanese entered Nanjing on December 13, they started atrocities. I

I couldn't see it, so I took a few photos, but I didn't expect to be discovered by them, and then•;•;amp;#8226;;amp;#8226;;amp;#8226;amp

"Then" (English) Michael

8226;; Jordan couldn't speak any more, and seemed to be thinking of his own sadness.

Michael • Jordan Song Yuanming sweated, damn, he actually met a celebrity. Although he knew that this person definitely had the same name, he still couldn't help but feel excited in his heart. He saved a basketball superstar. Hear what happened next

, something was obviously wrong with his face. Reporter? Can he still work in the embassy? He sneered twice. This guy's identity has been revealed. He is a spy. He is a naked American spy. But at least this guy has a little bit of humanity.

, worthy of the sacred profession of journalist.

"Don't worry, we will send you out of China safely. However, please remember that you must make these photos and what you saw and heard in Nanjing public to the world, so that the world can see what Japanese fascism is."

What a ferocious face. In addition, if you can meet President Roosevelt, please be sure to tell him that he should not only focus on the European battlefield. Japan in Asia is also a vicious wolf, raising tigers!!!" (English) thought

Thinking about future generations when the United States and Japan worked together to suppress China, Song Yuanming felt an unknown fire welling up in his heart.

"Don't worry, I will definitely do this." (English) When he heard that Song Yuanming was sending him away from China, Jordan beamed, "Sir, do you know our President Roosevelt?" (English)

"Yes, I have been to the United States before, to Boston,

New York, Las Vegas, and Alaska." (English) Song Yuanming almost said that he had been to the "Seals" for training. He was joking. It was World War II and the "Seals" hadn't been "born" yet. He quickly said the following words.

I swallowed it back and replaced it with a few American cities I was familiar with.

"Really? That's great." Jordan beamed, "My hometown is California. If you come to the United States again one day, I'll treat you to barbecue." (English)

Who wants to eat your American barbecue? It’s high in oil, fat, and phenylpropanol. You don’t even know if you’ll die from it. Chinese food is better, full of color, flavor, nutrition, health, and deliciousness. Song Yuanming secretly felt guilty.

But there was a smile on his face: "There is no need to barbecue. If you can let China use your P-40, P-51 fighter jets and Sherman tanks for free, I will be very grateful." (

English)

Jordan was shocked when he heard that these were the latest weapons developed by the United States. Even the ally Britain could not use them yet. How did he, a Chinese far away across the ocean, know about it? Surprised, he looked at

Song Yuanming saw Song Yuanming raising a gun and was shocked: "What are you going to do?" (English)

"Please move aside, I will help you out now." (English) Song Yuanming waited for Jordan to move aside, then the gun aimed at the lock of the cell door fired a red light, and with a loud bang, the strong lock was blown away.

The gun was broken. Song Yuanming kicked open the cell door and pulled Jordan out.

After leaving the tunnel, Song Yuanming saw that the brothers had almost emptied the warehouse. There was a truck parked outside the warehouse door, and the truck was full of supplies.

"Song Yuanming, come and see, this is what I captured." An Qing ran over with joy, holding a small Browning pistol in her hand. This small gun is compact and suitable for women to wear. She saw Song Yuanming standing next to her.

An Qing met a foreigner with blond hair and blue eyes, and asked strangely: "Who is he?"

"His name is Michael Jordan. He is an international friend. He took some photos of the Nanjing Massacre and was arrested by the Japs. See if you can contact your superiors and send him out.

China."

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Take him with you?"

"Yes, have everything been loaded?" Song Yuanming looked at the truck and asked.

"There are too many things, and there are two heavy machine guns in the turret that cannot be brought down. What should I do?"

"If you can't take it with you, you can't leave it to the Japanese. Just remove the parts from the heavy machine gun and burn it down. Let this damn Xiguan stronghold go to hell."

"Brother, where are we going now?" Half an hour later, Song Yuanming and others set off. In the truck, Lin Xuan and Xie Yunhan asked at the same time.

"Well, of course I'm going home. Returning with a full load, Lin Xuan, you can't have that drink without my brother." Song Yuanming glanced at the rearview mirror, which reflected the blazing Xiguan Stronghold, with the light of the fire
Chapter completed!