Jiang Hao drove the motorcycle and drove straight in the direction of the city gate.

He was ready to leave Nanjing.

The experience of these two days and two nights made Jiang Hao think a lot, and it also made him understand one thing, relying on his strength alone, he couldn't change anything at all.

A special forces sniper with super combat power can assassinate a high-ranking general and kill several soldiers, but he can't even change a skirmish, let alone a battle, a war.

In the face of an all-out war involving two countries, personal force is as small as a drop of water in the sea, and even if he tries to jump into it, he can't even lift a tiny wave.

Even if he is capable, there are still hundreds of thousands of people in Nanjing, who should he save, and how many people can he save.

He was not cowardly, nor did he run away, nor did he dare to fight with those Japanese, but even if he killed hundreds or thousands of enemies and finally died himself, he felt that it would not make much sense, he might be able to do more, he had already made up his mind last night that he was going to the Japanese mainland and insert the enemy into the heart.

Before leaving, he killed the two beasts just to fulfill a small wish.

In fact, there are more people he wants to kill, such as Matsui Ishone, commander-in-chief of the Central China Dispatch Army, Tani Toshio, commander of the Sixth Division, Nakajima Imasago Nakajima, commander of the Sixteenth Division, and many, many criminal invaders, but he knows that even if he kills these generals, it will not have any impact on the entire battle situation, and someone will immediately come up, perhaps because of the sniping of these people, it will attract more crazy retaliation from the Japanese army.

Even if he can escape, he may cause more innocent deaths because of his actions.

He also knew that even if he didn't do it, those brutes wouldn't stop.

But this is a dilemma after all.

So he finally decided, you cut my skin, I will dig your heart and liver, let's compare whose heart is the most ruthless.

The motorcycle was speeding all the way, a city gate appeared in front of it, with barricades at the door, and next to it was a sandbag fortress with a machine gun in it, Jiang Hao stopped the car, and a Japanese squad leader came over to salute and said, "Please show your pass." ”

Jiang Hao took out the reporter pass and showed it to the other party, and after reading it, the team leader asked, "It turned out to be a reporter Mr., where are you going?" ”

"Ah, go outside the city and take a few pictures, is there a problem." Jiang Hao said with a straight face.

"Absolutely." The team leader hurriedly returned the pass to Jiang Hao, Jiang Hao put away the pass, and drove out of Nanjing City on a gas pedestal motorcycle.

After the Japanese occupied Shanghai, they began to use Shanghai as a bridgehead and constantly sent troops to China and transported ammunition, guns, armored vehicles and other materials.

Riding all the way forward, at this time there is a big road from Nanjing to Shanghai, Jiang Hao only needs to walk along the road, there are occasional towns and villages on both sides, but at the moment it is also full of devastation, halfway through, Jiang Hao found that the motorcycle ran out of gas, so he had to come down and stand on the side of the road.

I have to say that he was lucky, he stayed on the side of the road for half an hour, and saw several military trucks coming from the direction of Shanghai, Jiang Hao hurriedly waved his hand to stop them.

Squeak!

A truck at the front stopped, and the people in the back naturally stopped, and the people in the car looked at Jiang Hao, "What's the matter?" ”

Jiang Hao immediately said: "My car is out of gas, can you give a little oil." ”

The officer heard that Jiang Hao's accent was pure Japanese, so he jumped out of the car, and he was also a second lieutenant, and came to Jiang Hao and asked, "Which unit are you from, why are you here alone?" ”

"I'm not a soldier, I'm a reporter with the army, aren't I going back to Shanghai, I didn't expect to run out of gas halfway." Jiang Hao said helplessly.

The second lieutenant looked at the cameras and video cameras in Jiang Hao's car and believed Jiang Hao's words, because these camera equipment were very expensive at this time, the second lieutenant immediately waved his hand behind him and shouted, "Get a barrel of gasoline down." ”

Immediately, a soldier jumped out of the car, and after a short time brought a military iron gasoline drum, the second lieutenant said: "I still have to transport supplies, so I won't stay long, you should be able to refuel yourself." ”

"Yes, thank you so much."

The second lieutenant got into the car, several cars whizzed by, looking at the disappearing convoy, Jiang Hao sighed, "What a good killing value, just leave." ”

He saw a cart full of soldiers in the body of a truck behind him, and he was alone, and he really couldn't deal with so many Japanese soldiers head-on, so he could only watch the meat slip out of his mouth.

The fuel tank was filled with fuel, and the rest was put in the body, Jiang Hao continued on the road, the motorcycle ran all the way, ran for six or seven hours, and finally arrived in Shanghai in the middle of the night.

The motorcycle drove to the city, at this moment the whole Shanghai, has lost the hustle and bustle before, after the Japanese occupied Shanghai, also carried out a brutal massacre, but a few months have passed, and now Shanghai is gradually stabilizing.

He was wearing a military uniform, and he was supposed to go to the Japanese military headquarters to report, so he could naturally be entertained, but he was a holiday army, so naturally he would not take the initiative to go to the military headquarters to hang out.

Stopped outside a lighted hotel, knocked on the door, and after a while, a few words of Shanghainese came out, Jiang Hao didn't understand too much, but in short, it was just a complaint, similar to being so late, not opening the door or something.

"Open the door, I want to stay in the hotel." Jiang Hao said this sentence in Japanese, and his tone was very blunt.

The innkeeper looked out through the crack in the door, and he was so frightened that he was a Japanese in military uniform, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly opened the door.

Click,

The sound of pulling the latch and picking up the chain, the door of the store opened after a while, and a middle-aged uncle stood at the door with a panicked face, "Tai, Taijun, yes, is there something?" ”

Jiang Hao estimated that this guy could not understand Japanese either, and said word by word in very blunt Chinese: "I, stay in the hotel." ”

"Stay in the hotel, oh good, okay, no problem." The shopkeeper said busily.

Soon led Jiang Hao to the second floor and opened a room, "Tai, Taijun, do you think this is okay, this is the best room we have here." ”

Jiang Hao didn't pay attention to him, shook his gloves and let him out, the shopkeeper hurriedly went downstairs to leave, it was winter, it was very cold to ride a motorcycle, if it weren't for the spiritual power to protect the body, it was estimated that Jiang Hao would have to be frozen, and now when he came to a warm room, he suddenly felt a sense of happiness.

Jiang Hao sat on the bed and began to meditate cross-kneeled, since he came to this world, he has not really slept for a night, because he does not know where there is an enemy, the Japanese are enemies, he is now disguised as Japanese, and the Chinese are also enemies.

In case a patriotic soldier comes and gives him a shot in the back, Jiang Hao's death is called injustice, but fortunately, meditating on his knees can still serve the purpose of rest, even stronger than sleeping.

The night passed in a flash, and the next day Jiang Hao got up early and left the hotel, giving money, it was impossible, wearing this dress to give money would be exposed, and besides, he didn't have any money.

He now has guns, bullets and grenades on his body, but he has no money, and his pocket is empty, cleaner than his face.

Damn, I really should get some money, otherwise it will be difficult to live in Japan, where to get it, Jiang Hao scanned the surrounding streets while driving his motorcycle, thinking about the idea in his heart.

suddenly

When he saw a red brick building with a plaque reading "Zhengjin Bank Shanghai Branch", he immediately thought about it.

He had seen some information about the Zhengjin Bank, which was founded in Yokohama, Japan in 1880, and set up a branch in Shanghai in 1883 in the ninth year of Guangxu of the Qing Dynasty.

After a certain period of storage, when a batch is assembled, it will be shipped to Japan by ship, and finally stored in the Bank of Tokyo, and the number cannot be counted.

Lao Tzu doesn't steal you, it's really intolerable.

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