Shuo Yu leaned against the second line of defense and smiled, looking at Snake Butt who was smiling like him. It was not spicy, and he was annoying them. His captain was calling his name. Because his Japanese skills were really limited, he planned to ask the translator to translate what he was going to say next.

No one can withstand such a provocation of self-introduction. When Shuo Yu went up, he wondered if Yu Xiaoqing on the other side could hear the sound of "die, die!" He really wanted to say, "Don't come. There is only one role on a stage!"

Nantianmen is a grand stage created by nature. God has given it, the Japanese devils are supporting it, and they are just making up the numbers.

When he went up, he realized that he had underestimated the shamelessness of his own leader. He was fiddling with Takeuchi's phonograph and speaking what he thought were eight languages. Maybe he really was a genius, but God must not let him see his face.

He could sing the whole drama by himself, but his face was even more tense than Yu Xiaoqing opposite him. He tried to turn Takeuchi into an angry monkey, which was his usual trick.

Takeuchi also met his nemesis, the commander of a cannon fodder regiment he had never heard of before, who was about to urinate in his headquarters.

When he went over, Silasila was holding the photo he had snatched from Milong and had already started talking about Takeuchi's wife and children. He also took a look and found that he really looked like a little devil.

"Hey, Takeuchi, my old buddy, my translator is here. Finally, can you understand me now? They told me that you can understand Chinese, but I'm worried about the soldiers under your command. They don't understand Chinese and might think we are enemies. That would be bad, right? It must be difficult for you to come all the way here, right? There's an old Chinese saying, 'It's a great pleasure to have friends coming from afar!' Now that you're here, we're friends. I, your translator, can speak any language. Let him translate for us."

Shuo Yu helplessly found a stool and sat next to Si La Si La. Although what their leader said made him want to cover his face, because it was called translation, he was just repeating what their leader said, there was no technical content at all.

He felt a little embarrassed, but also very much looking forward to saying something. He first thanked Takeuchi for making such a communication device that they could use to talk. It was really thoughtful. They would definitely not let Mr. Takeuchi down.

The work started again below, and there were sounds of cannon fire from time to time. Takeuchi, the digging maniac, probably didn't expect that he had made so many things, and all of them were used as wedding dresses for them.

It turns out that every device used to kill them is now killing the Japanese themselves.

Especially when Shuo Yu's voice appeared at the cannon fodder regiment's radio station at Nantianmen, some guys who could not forget this voice were so trembling that their crotches were wet, and they wanted to run home. Even the people supervising the battle from behind could not stop them and they hid in the soil again.

The sound of "die, die" continued to be heard. Shuo Yu was in a shooting hole next to him, shooting at the "locusts" outside that wanted to get close to them at an angle of nearly ninety degrees at a vertical height. The tree was almost eaten away by them, and only a frame was left. They had nothing else to lose.

"I slept in your bed, Takeuchi. It's so hard that my back hurts. I don't know how you managed to sleep on it. It's not even as comfortable as the pigsty my adjutant cleaned up. You really should clean it up when you have time. You know, I'm doing this for your own good, don't you think?"

Shuo Yu sat down beside the microphone somewhat helplessly, repeating what Si La Si La said as if he was just chatting. Especially when he used that harsh sound, their leader would read it word by word, forcing him to cover his ears to listen to him. Sometimes he forgot what Si La Si La said, so he would just say a few random words to get by.

Now it's the turn of the dead dead to shoot out of the firing hole,

The sounds of Maxim and Type 92 Heavy Machine Gun rang out. I don't know if it was because Si La Si La's taunting skills were too superb, or because Takeuchi's mind was too narrow.

Every time, Shuo Yu used a telescope to look through the lookout at the Japanese soldiers attacking them below, and almost every time, the old fool Takeuchi would be fooled. He was easier to fool than Young Master Yu.

Si La Si La has used up all his life's slickness at this moment. If it was Young Master Yu who was treated like this by him, he would have shot his head off long ago. Therefore, Takeuchi must have thought the same thing in his mind, shooting this guy's head off with a gun, if for no other reason, just to give himself some peace of mind.

Shuo Yu looked at their leader who turned around and asked him to teach him some Japanese curse words. He thought for a moment and then spoke into the microphone,

"Bagaya deer, Dunma, trash, weakling, die!"

"Ah, yes, go to hell, Takeuchi, how is it? Is my translation authentic? Does it sound like what people in your place say?"

Si La Si La didn't forget to give him a thumbs up while talking into the microphone. Shuo Yu didn't know whether he should feel proud, but he was indeed very happy in his heart.

"I'm telling you, you've come all this way here, aren't you homesick? I've prepared pork stewed with vermicelli for everyone today. I hear your applause. Thank you, thank you, everyone has a share. If you'll just turn your heads over, we have a chef here who cooks delicious dishes. He's the translator who just spoke. The dishes he makes are even better than the Manchu-Han banquet. Once you've had it, you'll definitely not want to eat anything else!"

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