Yamamoto turned his head, and Li Jian also turned his head and walked towards the truck with heavy steps.

Just when he thought it was safe, Yamamoto suddenly turned around and asked him:

"Have we... seen it somewhere?"

"Uh...No, Taijun, although I have been here, I have never seen you here before."

Yamazuna had just seen a ghost in this place. He had been staying in Beiping City before and could not come out. This was the first time he had come to this place.

That's why Li Jian dared to say this, he bet that Yamamoto couldn't see his identity.

Looking at the flattering smile on Li Jian's face, Yamamoto thought that he might have had some illusions because of the excessive pressure recently, so he waved his hand slightly and signaled that he could leave.

Then, our third young master swayed towards the truck. In less than three minutes, five trucks left here together.

Yamamoto was stunned, and he was still thinking about something wrong, but even after more than half an hour passed, the snow on the ground had already had a thick layer, and his car was about to drive to the reservation, and he still couldn't think of something wrong.

But at this moment, the lieutenant next to him suddenly said:

"The snow here is still as cold as before. At night, it is all black and white. Don't worry, Colonel, you will be able to reach your destination soon."

Swish ~

Suddenly, a light of inspiration flashed through Yamamoto's mind, and he kept silently chanting:

"Black and white...black and white...newspaper...photos!"

"Yes, it's just a photo!"

Yamamoto's expression was a little excited. A captain sitting in the co-pilot was [31 Novel Network                                                 

At this moment, Yamamoto suddenly shouted at the driver:

"Hurry, go back quickly, turn around and go to the transit station just now, hurry!"

Seeing the colonel's expression a little nervous, as if something was a big deal, the Japanese driver immediately turned the front of the car and drove towards the transfer station.

Sanben looked outside with a gloomy face at this time, because at this time he suddenly thought of something, that was a newspaper I had read before, with a photo of only half of his side face attached to it.

No wonder he felt that the back was so familiar. It turned out that the other party was slipping away under his nose.

"Baga!"

Yamamoto cursed in a low voice, with a remorse on his face. Several subordinates on the side didn't understand what he meant.

It was fine just now, but why did it suddenly become like this? Something is wrong.

The captain sitting in the passenger seat looked at Yamamoto's appearance and immediately asked in confusion:

"Christian Colonel, what happened?"

Yamamoto did not answer his question, but instead held the samurai sword in his hand tightly and placed one hand on the hilt of the knife, as if he would draw the sword at any time.

All the murderous aura in his body was revealed, and the people around him felt something abnormal. Things seemed to be a little troublesome, and they were all ready to fight unconsciously.

By the time Yamamoto arrived at the transfer station, there were fewer and fewer trucks outside, and there were not even a few people next to the truck.

No one is fool. If you are still staying outside in college weather, you will have some bubbles in your mind!

Several Japanese guarding the fortifications at the door looked a little lazy, and they piled up sandbags in a large circle and a shed was built on them.

The most important thing is that a circle of people lit a fire inside, gathering around the fire to keep warm. They had already put on cotton coats, held the 38th-large cover in their arms, and kept rubbing their hands beside the fire.

Several Japanese men saw Yamamoto's car coming, and were reluctant to return to their posts, and then walked out in the wind and snow.

"Your Excellency Colonel, is there anything you have?"

Originally, this Japanese soldier looked very respectful, but his face looked a little bad, and now he was a little angry, so he strode up, grabbed the Japanese collar and asked loudly:

"Where did those trucks just now go?"

"Well……"

The Japanese was a little confused when asked. He didn't know where the truck was heading, let alone hundreds of trucks passing by here today. He was not the person in charge of the record. Besides, Colonel, you didn't say which trucks it was.

The Japanese soldiers were helpless. Seeing that he did not answer, Yamamoto threw it aside, and then walked towards the place where Li Jian had been, but now there was nothing here, only snow all over the ground, and the footprints left by Yamamoto just came over.

“Baga Baga…”

I don’t know if I’m crazy, Yamamoto looked at the empty venue in front of him, pulled out the command knife and kept waving it randomly, still cursing.

The Japanese officers on the side were all a little strange, but they still didn't know what was going on.

Just as a group of people were confused, Yamamoto suddenly shouted inside:

"How many guards are there here? Now let me gather and prepare for battle."

At the same time, in the weather when the Japanese soldiers were most reluctant to perform their missions, the whistle sounded throughout the transfer station.

Then two squadrons of Japanese soldiers appeared on the blank field with heavy snow. Each of them stood very straight, thrusting the 38th large cover in their hands.

"Now you drive me to chase me immediately, search for all nearby areas, be sure to find those trucks, and report to me immediately if there is any news."

The Japanese Grandpa, who was in charge of the guards, also understood what was going on. Although he was very reluctant, he was the colonel, who was two levels higher than him, so he had to listen to the orders.

A group of Japanese soldiers ran or chased them out in different directions in the truck, but this time they encountered a particularly troublesome situation.

According to the scheduled situation, I just need to follow the rut marks, but now it has been several hours since the university has been in the middle of the year, and there is a thick layer of snow on the ground. In addition, it is night, so I can't see clearly.

Also, there are too many wheels nearby, so they cannot be sure which one they want to track, so things will become very troublesome. Anyway, they don’t know which direction to chase, and even if there is some intelligence, it will be of no use.

Therefore, after working all night, they still had no gains.

At the same time, the third young master and the others drove the truck to a particularly hidden mountain in the wind and snow.

Looking at the snow all over the sky, Li Jian changed into a cotton jacket, put on another coat outside, and walked out of the truck.

"Grandma, it's just a little while to fall from the heavy snow. God seems to be very nice to us."

The third young master was holding a cigarette in the corner of his mouth and muttering with some strange expressions on his face.

The mouse on the side also stood up and smiled with some relief:

"It's a blessing for this snow, otherwise the Japanese who really caught up with us would probably be able to find us easily."
Chapter completed!