Chapter 94 Hitchhiking
On the wide surface of the Yangtze River, a thin mist slowly rolled over and swallowed up a small boat.
Liu Zhengfeng looked at the sweeping mist in silence. He could hear the sound of waves hitting the boat and seemed to be lost in thought.
He thought back to when he had traveled to this world, and it had been almost two months. It seemed like a dream.
In his previous life, he was a battle-hardened special forces soldier. He was impeccable in individual combat or small-scale operations, but when it came to large-scale troop operations, he had obvious shortcomings that he needed to overcome and change.
When we were blocking the Japanese Miura Detachment in the Dabie Mountains, our performance was very poor.
At that time, when Guo Wanlin faced the "Little Zhuge" Bai Chongxi who ordered him to stop the Sanpu Detachment, he was helpless and put all the hopes on himself. The final result was unsatisfactory. Although he got the affirmation of Bai Chongxi, it could not cover up his mistakes.
Of course, I can't blame myself entirely. I have no real power, but I have to give orders myself, which makes me anxious and worried. Others are also weird and I feel like I'm neither a good person nor a good person. It makes me angry just thinking about it.
He swore to learn from his mistakes and never make the same mistake again.
In the mist, the fisherman vaguely saw Liu Zhengfeng smiling, gritting his teeth, and then shaking his head with a bitter smile, and he couldn't help but wonder.
"You are a handsome young man. Where are you from? Where are you going?"
Liu Zhengfeng came back to his senses and said calmly, "Thank you for the compliment, old man. I am from Wuhan, Hubei, and I am going to Shandong."
The fisherman said, "You don't look like a businessman, but you travel all over the country in these chaotic times. Could it be that you are..."
Liu Zhengfeng smiled slightly and made the character "八" with his right hand, which means the Eighth Route Army.
The fisherman suddenly realized: "No wonder you don't take the boat. This little book is getting more and more troublesome."
Liu Zhengfeng murmured, "If God wants him to die, he will be driven crazy."
The waves gently hit the side of the boat, making a loud noise.
The fisherman was silent for a while , then said, "It's a long way to Shandong, and you can't take a car. It will probably take you at least ten days or half a month to get there."
Liu Zhengfeng smiled slightly: "Who said I can't take a car? Not only do I want to take a car, I want to take a Japanese car."
The fisherman was slightly surprised. The young man in front of him, who had been so gentle and polite just now, now exuded a calm and confident feeling that should not be underestimated.
A small boat slowly crossed the wide river in the fog. After docking, Liu Zhengfeng took out a Yuan Datou as the fare. The fisherman refused, but Liu Zhengfeng insisted on giving it to him. After all, it was not easy for a seventy-year-old man to take him across the river in the middle of the night.
Liu Zhengfeng went ashore, walked a mile north in the moonlight, and spent the night in a dilapidated temple of General Fubo.
Since ancient times, towns have always been formed where there are large ferry ports, and this place is no exception.
The next morning, Liu Zhengfeng ate two bowls of noodles at the market and bought a few buns in case of emergency.
He was about to leave when he suddenly heard the roar of a motor. A three-wheeled motorcycle and a large green truck drove up to the intersection and stopped. Five Japanese soldiers got out of the two vehicles and came over to eat breakfast, laughing.
Liu Zhengfeng had an idea and walked to the side of the truck and waited there.
After a long while, the Japanese soldiers finished their breakfast and left without paying. The boss thought he was unlucky and cleaned up the dishes with a bitter face.
After eating and drinking, the five Japanese soldiers returned to the truck with satisfaction, only to find a well-mannered young man standing next to the truck. The highest-ranking sergeant among the Japanese soldiers angrily asked, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
Liu Zhengfeng smiled and said in Japanese: "Sir, I want to go to Linyi, Shandong. Can I get a ride?"
Liu Zhengfeng spoke fluently in Osaka accent. The sergeant looked at Liu Zhengfeng suspiciously: "Who are you?"
Liu Zhengfeng said calmly: "I am a sniper under the command of Seishiro Itakane of the Fifth Division. My name is Ichiro Sakai. Please take care of me."
"Sniper? Is that a sniper rifle in your hand?"
A private next to him had shining eyes and looked greedily at the camouflaged sniper rifle in Liu Zhengfeng's hand.
"Yes." Liu Zhengfeng smiled and nodded.
The Japanese sergeant looked at Liu Zhengfeng with a flashing look in his eyes. "Where's your ID? Let me see it."
Liu Zhengfeng looked ashamed: "I'm very sorry, sir, I lost my ID in the battle a few days ago."
"What? Are you a spy for the Chinese?"
The Japanese sergeant suddenly pulled out his pistol and pointed it at Liu Zhengfeng, with a sharp light in his eyes.
Liu Zhengfeng looked calm and spread his hands: "Sir, isn't this a bit unfriendly?"
The scene was a bit awkward. The private said with a smile, "Sergeant, this sniper is obviously one of us. Why make things so awkward?"
The Japanese sergeant began to hesitate. He had no way to verify the other party's identity, so it was impossible to shoot. What if the other party was really one of his own? He, a small sergeant, could not bear the responsibility.
Thinking of this, he slowly put away his pistol: "How about this, show us your sniper rifle, and I will believe you."
"no problem."
Liu Zhengfeng readily agreed, quickly took off his disguise, and handed it to the other party.
When the sergeant saw Liu Zhengfeng so confidently handing the sniper rifle to him, his suspicions were immediately dispelled. If the other party was really a spy, how could he be so confident in handing the weapon to him?
He smiled and returned the sniper rifle to Liu Zhengfeng: "Sakai-kun, I'm sorry, this is an emergency, I have to be careful."
Liu Zhengfeng smiled and said, "I understand. Your Excellency is meticulous in his work and has the demeanor of a great general. I admire him."
The Japanese sergeant was flattered by Liu Zhengfeng and smiled happily: "Sakai-kun, we are transporting winter supplies to Nalan Town in the north. It's okay for us to give you a ride, but we don't have any extra seats. I'm afraid you will have to sit in the cabin."
Liu Zhengfeng smiled slightly: "As a sniper, I am never picky about the environment."
The Japanese sergeant lifted the tarpaulin of the truck and saw that most of the truck was filled with cotton-padded clothes, shoes, quilts, etc.
"Sakai-kun, please."
Liu Zhengfeng nodded to express his gratitude, then rolled over and got into the carriage, sat at the rear of the truck, and waved to the Japanese sergeant.
The Japanese soldiers returned to their positions, started their cars, and headed north.
As he had slept too late the previous night and the car was jolting back and forth due to the uneven road, Liu Zhengfeng gradually felt tired and fell into a deep sleep.
After an unknown amount of time, Liu Zhengfeng was suddenly awakened by a burst of gunfire and the truck stopped.
Faintly, I heard the Japanese sergeant shouting, "Enemy attack, fight back."
Then the sound of Japanese soldiers firing guns was heard.
Liu Zhengfeng's heart tightened, and he suddenly realized an embarrassing problem. He was sitting in a Japanese car. Would the attacker mistake him for a Japanese and shoot him? If so, he would be more wronged than Dou E.
