Bright Sword: Leading the Special Operations Squadron to Fight the Japs

Chapter 222 Don’t leave!

Zhou Zhirou didn't expect that someone would ask him this question. Isn't his name famous throughout the north and south?

"Ahem, my humble name is Zhou Zhirou!"

"What position?"

"Commander-in-chief of the National Government Air Force Front Command!"

Zhou Zhirou had never introduced her family background like this in front of others. In the past, these matters were handled by her adjutant, but at this time, the adjutant was carrying large and small bags of luggage.

"Oh, it turns out to be Commander Zhou. My apologies! Also, is the person next to you the Ambassador of Country M?"

The translator next to Nelson translated everything that had just happened, and he was stunned.

I had heard that Li Yunlong was a peasant officer, but I didn't expect him to be so rude and not take his superiors seriously.

However, this has nothing to do with him. His top priority is to board this mysterious fighter jet and take a look.

"Dear Mr. Li Yunlong, I am here mainly to see your fighter jets. I wonder when I can fulfill my wish?"

Li Yunlong looked at Nelson, who was dressed in a suit and tie, and he put away the smile on his face and put on his "diplomatic" serious expression.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Nelson. Our plane is on a reconnaissance mission to see what the devil is up to. We won't be back for a while!"

These words caught the translator off guard. He never expected that Li Yunlong would rush along the road full of "odds and ends".

However, Nelson soon understood the reason.

If you want to see these fighter jets, it’s not that easy!

Nelson looked at Zhou Zhirou for help.

Zhou Zhirou turned her head away, looking helpless.

"Everyone, since we are in Pingshun, why not take a good look around here? If you need anything, just let me know!"

In order to ensure the safety of Nelson, Zhou Zhirou and their group, Li Yunlong specially arranged the "upright" monk Wei to protect their safety throughout the journey.

Monk Wei took them to the largest hotel in Pingshun County, Pingshun Hotel, and then sent scouts to surround the top floor of the hotel where they were staying.

Each door is staffed with at least two armed scouts.

Under the "protection" of the scout, Zhou Zhirou knocked on Nelson's door.

"Mr. Ambassador, it seems that we are under house arrest?"

Nelson waved his hands. He was not so pessimistic. Perhaps this was just a little joke by the peasant officer.

"General Zhou, why don't we go out for a walk? When we were in Chongqing, countless young students and outstanding scholars came to Pingshun. There were also many overseas Chinese working and studying in Country M who came back from thousands of miles away to seek refuge in Pingshun. What is the magic of this place?"

Zhou Zhirou shook his head. As a general in the civil engineering department, he and the transport captain were of the same mind no matter what.

This smoothness is the biggest potential threat to them.

"Mr. Ambassador, the environment here is more complicated than we imagined. It is better to be cautious!"

"General Zhou, don't be so nervous. I don't think this is a scary place. Besides, there are hundreds of soldiers with live ammunition protecting our safety. Are you still afraid of danger? Besides, you are a soldier!"

Nelson's words were like a sword that pierced Zhou Zhiruo's heart. What he meant was: He, an old man, is not afraid, so how could you, a soldier, be afraid?

Nelson ignored Zhou Zhirou and turned around and walked out with his secretary and translator.

"Soldier, can I go for a walk down the street?"

"Mr. Ambassador, of course, we will accompany you to protect your safety, thank you for your understanding!"

"Thank you!"

Nelson became interested when he saw the two guns, one long and one short, carried by the soldier from the reconnaissance battalion.

This was the most fully-equipped team he had ever seen in China, including camouflage uniforms and helmets that he had never seen before.

"Soldier, may I see your firearms?"

At this time, Wei Dayong walked over quickly and answered for the soldier.

"Of course, I'll arrange it!"

Wei Dayong asked the soldiers to empty the bullets from their rifles and pistols and handed the guns to Nelson.

Although Nelson was not a soldier, he was greatly shocked by the advanced design of the 95 automatic rifle.

This fully automatic rifle made of composite materials was the absolute king of individual firepower in that era.

At this time, Country M was still researching semi-automatic rifles.

And this 92 pistol seems to be more powerful than the pistols they are equipped with.

Nelson returned the gun to the soldier, and Zhou Zhirou, who was standing by, had already stared with her eyes wide open, but she still turned her head away stubbornly.

"Mr. Wei, if I want to take a rifle and a pistol back with me, I think you will refuse, right?"

Wei Dayong just laughed, neither agreeing nor refusing.

According to Li Yunlong's instructions, any questions that you don't know how to answer should be answered with a smile.

The main features are being polite, courteous and knowing nothing about anything.

"Okay, let's go out and take a look."

Nelson went out into the street, and unlike what he had imagined, the soldiers from the reconnaissance battalion just followed him from a distance and did not stop him from communicating with local vendors and the public.

The bustling Pingshun streets are crowded with people, and the cries of vendors fill the entire street.

In the shops along the street, the shelves are also full of goods.

Nelson looked at the small county town which was more lively than Chongqing and couldn't help wondering why these people were so full of energy. There seemed to be no shadow of war on their faces.

"Hello, are you not afraid of the enemy coming to cause trouble?"

Nelson grabbed a vendor at random and asked him all the questions he had.

The vendor took out a roasted corn and handed it to Nelson.

"What are you afraid of? We have the Independent Column protecting us. Why should we be afraid of the Japanese? We just need to do business honestly and leave the rest to the soldiers of the Independent Column! Don't worry!"

Nelson picked a fragrant corn kernel and put it in his mouth.

“Do you need to pay taxes?”

"We small businesses don't have to pay taxes."

Nelson was shocked. If there was no need to pay taxes, how could the government maintain its expenses?

Zhou Zhirou looked at the street vendor with disdain and snorted coldly.

"Humph, how can you not pay taxes? Are you actors arranged by Li Yunlong to perform for us?"

The vendor handed another roasted corn to Zhou Zhirou.

"Sir, you can go around and ask around. If I tell even a single lie, I will be shut down for a year! We fled from Henan and settled down here. We are living a good life!"

The peddler looked at Zhou Zhirou's yellow-green military uniform and turned his head to the other side.

"But in Henan, the territory of the Chongqing government, even if you kill an old hen for the New Year, you have to pay taxes!"

Nelson looked at Zhou Zhirou, whose face was ashen, and savored the taste of freedom.

"Don't go!"

When the peddler saw Zhou Zhirou preparing to turn around and leave, he hurriedly stopped him.