Chapter 1078 People's Ocean

It is almost impossible to provoke a confrontation between Japan's political landscape and the United States. Japanese politics, which is completely parasitic on the basis of the United States, have always regarded all the policies of the United States as their basic national policy, usually first and then what they do.

So Qi Tianlin put this bag of medicine on the Japanese people and... soldiers.

But there is another group and another important class in Japan that must not be ignored, that is, the right-wing radicals who have always dreamed of restoring the former glory of the Japanese Empire, and the Japanese underworld that is notorious in Japan and even the whole world.

The Japanese underworld is an extremely deformed existence in Japan. There are very few countries in the world that recognize underworld. In short, this underworld is intricately intertwined with the right-wing group. It has always been acquiesced by the United States and the Japanese government to suppress the left and avoid Japan's bias towards redness.

The right-wing who clamored for Japanese nationalism and militarism and promoted the Japanese national supremacy suddenly lost his voice in the past two days. Except for some sporadic right-wing elements who were indignant when they were interviewed, they couldn't say anything. They seemed a little confused. Americans who always supported them raped Japanese girls... When similar behaviors occurred before, the right-wing elements also blamed these women for misbehaving and making unreasonable words to lose the Japanese's face, so they barely put their words over. However, the live broadcast scene this time had a little impact, and Corinthian's actions were too arrogant, so they couldn't argue!

Can you only admit that the Americans are right? They are really an American dog, how can they play with the United States?

So I was a little at a loss...

Then Qi Tianlin came to point them in a direction, and this Japanese veteran named Shigeran Nishino was responsible for serving as the direction sign.

If this name is a bit strange, then as long as you have watched any parade of Yasukuni Shrine veterans, you will remember this old man in a white beard with a fierce black old naval uniform walking in the front, a fanatical backbone who is respected by the right wingers, and is regarded as the beacon of life by many young people who respect him, because of his persistence and tenacity...

He stared at the old military uniform that was covered with sun and rain, but could be seen by passing pedestrians and vehicles from afar. Next to it was a sunrise military flag with a big hole burned in the middle. Qi Tianlin chuckled a little on his face and turned around and knocked on the door politely.

The old man who changed into casual clothes was particularly kind. Perhaps he had seen many Japanese young people who came to worship him, without any surprise or surprise. He made a casual visit gesture and turned slowly, and was chopping firewood in the middle of the courtyard behind him.

The unique wooden floor in the Japanese countryside forms a corridor, with a courtyard on one side and a wooden frame partition on the other. Unlike ordinary families, it is full of yellow black and white photos, and is equipped with a pair of palm-sized frames. Countless photos of young Japanese people who were full of vigor during World War II were also replaced with military uniforms and gathered together to sway squarely. Of course, there is also the joy of chopping the heads of the knife. Occasionally, take one and look at the picture marked on a certain place in China, which is the attack.

After catching a certain city in China, I vented my anger. Until I saw more than a dozen women radially radially radiated on the ground to play roulette games. Their back was marked at a hospital in Xiangjiang. Qi Tianlin gradually felt that his blood vessels were shaking a little... I haven't felt this way for a long time. I gently hung the photo frame back, as if I didn't want to alarm these poor Chinese people. I turned to look at the old man who was over 80 years old but was still vigorous and agile: "I heard you have a rifle from the war period?"

The old man holding the axe glanced at him indifferently. Although he was so old, he always claimed that he was brave. His figure of 1.75 meters is rare among the Japanese. It tastes a bit strong. The white sweatshirt on his body was soaked. He pointed to a plaid door next to him: "It's enshrined there..."

Qi Tianlin smiled and pushed it away. A slender rifle with a wooden buttstock was placed together with three sabers of different sheath colors. It was placed in the depths of this tatami room about three meters by three meters square. It was placed horizontally with a wooden rack. There was no incense burner to worship the old things, and there was only a wooden box next to it. The Japanese would not use incense threads to worship old things like the Chinese. They would only maintain these murderous weapons and look forward to regaining glory one day!

Qi Tianlin didn't have a special interest in sabers, so he reached out and grabbed the Arisaka rifle. Well, the famous 38 cover, which felt oily. It was indeed well maintained. He gently used his fingers to tug the bolt behind the rifle, which was extremely smooth. Then he picked up the famous dust cover on the rifle, the words "38" and the chrysanthemum pattern of the Japanese royal family. But he couldn't help but think of the radial shape that was posed by Chinese women just now, and looked at the firing needles with cold eyes. It was indeed intact. In Japan, where gun management was extremely strict, military rifles must be preserved before the ban in 1971...

"Do you like guns very much?" The old man with a towel around his neck stood at the door, and naturally he could see Qi Tianlin's actions just now.

Qi Tianlin turned around and smiled: "I plan to use this rifle to kill the American soldiers and avenge Takeshita Uchiko..." The unlucky aid girl had already released her detailed information, and her name was published in today's morning newspaper.

Shigeran Nishino's expression immediately became a little stiff. Qi Tianlin thought it was very interesting: "Why didn't you hang historical photos of Pearl Harbor outside? What is China? At that time, it was just a sick cat. What is there to show off when bullying a sick cat? I think the Japanese Empire was the most courageous to attack Pearl Harbor..."

Shigeran Nishino's face changed a lot. The kind elder just now disappeared and was a little fierce: "Who are you?" After taking this step forward, the kind of hostility that might have never been to the battlefield but had experienced war suddenly emanated. He leaned towards Qi Tianlin with a gloomy face.

Qi Tianlin didn't bother to look at him: "The gun is well maintained, where is the bullet? Are there any bullets?" While saying that, he turned the gun head with one hand, and grabbed the butt stock like a stick and used the muzzle to fiddle with the wooden box in the three-layer drawer under the knife and gun rack.

Just the movement of carrying a seven and a half kilogram and a one-meter three-meter rifle in one hand, but the movement of easily and accurately pushing the drawer as if holding a toothpick made Shigeran Nishino's eyes twitch twice!

Qi Tianlin used the aiming at the muzzle as a hook, and opened the drawer. There were Japanese knife maintenance tools such as wooden nails and powder hammers on it, and only then did the gun oil appear below. The last heavy drawer was pulled open, and dozens of bullets were each wiped brightly. The originally gray-green 6.5mm warhead was rubbed out with reflection, which shows how good maintenance was.

Shigeran Nishino took a deep breath, and his steps were intertwined as soon as he stepped in. Seeing that the situation was not good, he wanted to retreat. Where could he have the majestic and arrogant attitude he made in front of the Yasukuni Shrine? Japanese people are all actors...

Qi Tianlin suddenly pulled the rifle backwards, with great force, and the buttstock flew over. However, Qi Tianlin's hand slid forward along the gun body, grabbed the barrel, and held the rifle backward, as if holding a long hammer, hitting the head of the old man who was exposed!

He fainted and fell to the ground with a bang. Qi Tianlin slowly ignored it and wandered around and admired the entire house. He took out a suicide note that had been prepared by his assistants, placed it under the knife and gun rack, and took out twenty bullets and put them in an old Japanese ammunition box found. When helping the old man get back the military uniform in the yard, Qi Tianlin was also impatient to help the man change his clothes. When filling the bullets into the rifle, he woke the old guy up with a gun: "Change it, you'll die, just like a person!"

Shigeran Nishino might think he was going to shoot him, but he was a bit fierce. He struggled fiercely to put on the black military uniform and black military cap that he thought was most glorious. When he was about to put on white naval pants, Qi Tianlin shook his head and picked up a pair of gray-green army pants he had found with the gun: "Wear this, white is not good-looking!"

Shigeran Nishino wanted to argue, Qi Tianlin hit someone's chest with a gun, and he had no good habit of respecting the elderly and loving the young: "Switch it!"

Shigeran Nishino might not think it was a principled thing, so he mumbled and changed it, and took the initiative to grab a saber and hung it around his waist, humming and raising his head: "I don't know who you are, but the glory of Japan is not as young as you..."

Qi Tianlin smashed another gun and said, "I'm a Chinese!"

Before fainting, the Japanese right-wing fanatics finally showed unimaginable surprise in their eyes!

Who told Qi Tianlin to be too fashionable and decadent and trendy? And his Kyoto accent is also good...

Seeing that the sky was already falling outside, Qi Tianlin carefully tied the old guy up with a restraint belt and put it on the van, cleaned up the scene, and arranged it neatly, especially putting the suicide note in a straightforward manner, then driving away from home, and taking the broken Japanese military flag with him...

When I returned to the city of Tokyo, I found a mailbox to send the same suicide note to more than a dozen television newspapers and media. The handwriting copied by Chinese experts was definitely fake and real. Qi Tianlin asked himself that he would definitely not be able to do it.

In the dark night, Qi Tianlin chose the sniper position himself. He came out to observe last night and finally chose the port area, because Corinthian served as a member of the 347 Air Force here, and it can be said that it is the embassy area, which can cause the greatest impact, which is more in line with the style of an old angry young man like Shigeran Nishino.

Japan's dense houses and streets and architectural styles are very suitable for sneaking, but now there are too many cameras, which is a bit annoying. Finally, I followed the route planned last night. I carried a rifle wrapped in a cloth bag in one hand and a hundred kilograms from Shironan Nishino in the other hand. Qi Tianlin, wearing Shironan Nishino leather boots, quickly climbed up a three-story roof. The surrounding lights of the houses formed a strong contrast with the snow-lit lights in the defense environment of the US military facilities in the distance.

Without any silence equipment, Qi Tianlin first changed his boots and half-kneeled on the roof and adjusted slightly. During World War II, he was the Type 38 rifle with the best shooting accuracy, and shot at the communication center and dormitory building affiliated to the 347th Air United in the United States.

A distance of 200 meters, the 38-large gun body was shot in the face, causing a US sentry standing at the door of the barbed wire with a rifle and fell down!

The first shot of Japanese local American soldiers!

Let Americans taste the ocean of people in Japan...
Chapter completed!