After opening the warehouse, Li Yunsheng saw a group of prisoners of war, among whom a dozen white men were very conspicuous.
Seeing these white people gathering together and occupying a corner, Li Yunsheng couldn't help feeling a little angry.
Because there was not much space in the warehouse, the dozen or so white prisoners occupied the best positions. At first glance, they looked like they were bullying the Chinese prisoners of war.
Under such circumstances, these white people also organized themselves to bully the Chinese. Li Yunsheng was naturally very angry and hated the cowardice of other Chinese people.
"Are we going to take away all these dozen white people?"
Although he was a little annoyed, Li Yunsheng still endured the anger in his heart. After all, this is the current national situation.
Upon hearing Li Yunsheng's words, several Japanese guards immediately stepped forward and pulled out a dozen white prisoners.
Of course, punches and kicks were inevitable during this process, which caused these American prisoners to suffer a lot.
Li Yunsheng was originally angry and didn't want to stop him. After all, these white people were not good people. He could vent his anger by letting them suffer.
But then I thought about it, these Americans may be used in the future, and if we see them suffering now, it will be detrimental to the future.
"Okay, don't hurt them?"
For the sake of the future, Li Yunsheng could only step forward to stop them against their will, so that these American prisoners would suffer less.
"Hi!"
The Japanese guard immediately agreed and his attitude was much better. After all, Li Yunsheng was wearing a second lieutenant uniform and had a higher status than ordinary soldiers like them.
Although the captured American officers could not understand Japanese, they could not help but feel a little strange when they saw Li Yunsheng's behavior in stopping the Japanese guards.
Two of the American officers, about fifty years old, raised their heads and took a closer look at Li Yunsheng.
Li Yunsheng turned a blind eye to the looks of the American prisoners, quickly took these people out of the warehouse, and then rushed forward.
There was a small open space ahead with a truck parked on it. When he got here, Li Yunsheng deliberately said in half-baked English: "Get in the truck quickly!"
While speaking, he pointed at the compartment of the truck, as if he was worried that these American prisoners would not understand.
Although the half-baked English sounds laborious, these captured American officers are all smart people.
Coupled with Li Yunsheng's gesture, he naturally understood the meaning and walked towards the truck.
One of the American prisoners, who was in his fifties, paused for a moment when he passed by Li Yunsheng and whispered: "Are you one of ours?"
The person who spoke was none other than Wright. Although his voice was low, there was a bit of excitement in his tone.
"Quickly!"
Li Yunsheng did not answer, pretending not to understand, and pushed Wright into the car.
But there was some anger in my heart, and I was thinking to myself, these American prisoners really don't know the importance of saying these things at this time.
After all, Li Yunsheng and the others are all pretending to be Japanese and cannot stay here for too long.
Although Li Yunsheng didn't answer and pretended not to understand, Wright didn't say anything more and simply walked into the carriage.
Because of Li Yunsheng's reaction, Wright was even more certain that these people were here to rescue them.
Because these captured American officers knew the Japanese character very well, and if they said those words to the Japanese, they would definitely be punished.
Just like that, a dozen American prisoners stepped onto the carriage one by one, and several military control agents disguised as Japanese Marines also got on the truck.
Soon the truck arrived at the gate of the naval station. Without Murakami Liuzhu to lead the way, Li Yunsheng and others had no choice but to stop and check.
Fortunately, there were documents provided by Murakami Rokuzhu, so the guard at the gate did not dare to check too much. He just took a casual look and planned to let him go.
"Who are you and what are you doing?"
At this moment, a cold voice came out, and then a Japanese captain appeared in front of Li Yunsheng.
Although there was someone who disrupted the situation, Li Yunsheng was very calm. He immediately took a few steps forward and said seriously: "Sir, we are ordered to take these prisoners to perform a mission."
"It's so late, what mission are you going to perform?"
The Japanese captain continued to ask, with a bit of doubt in his tone.
"We are only responsible for sending people to one place and don't know about other things?"
"Whose order?"
"It's General Hattori's order!"
After saying this, Li Yunsheng took out the document provided by Murakami Rokuzhu and handed it to the captain.
The captain glanced at the document and did not continue to ask questions. After all, the contents above were all true.
"Let's go, be careful!"
The captain was only responsible for security work. He saw that Li Yunsheng and others were going out at night, so he came over to ask.
However, Li Yunsheng's procedures were normal, and there was the seal of Saburo on the abdomen, so he naturally would not stop him.
"Hi!"
Li Yunsheng nodded and saluted the Japanese captain, but he thought to himself that a little Japanese captain had died in my hands and yet he still saluted him.
In fact, disguising himself as a young second lieutenant was a choice made out of desperation. After all, there were not many senior Japanese officers in Shanghai. If he had a higher military rank and was still a stranger, he would be easily suspected by others.
The captain opened his mouth to let them go, and the guard immediately opened the door and let Li Yunsheng and the others leave.
Soon the truck disappeared, and the Japanese guards returned to their posts and began to stand guard normally.
However, none of these people noticed that on a very tall building in the naval station, there was a naval lieutenant holding a telescope and quietly watching everything.
This lieutenant commander was naturally Murakami Rokuzhu. When he saw Li Yunsheng leaving very smoothly, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and a smile appeared on his face.
But thinking that there would be trouble soon, Murakami Rokuzhu put away his smile and left quickly.
Because everything tonight was directed and performed by Murakami Rokuba, he had to make some arrangements to remove the suspicion.
On the other side, Li Yunsheng, who left the Japanese naval station, drove his truck directly to the southwest of Shanghai.
More than an hour later, the truck drove out of downtown Shanghai, and Li Yunsheng felt relieved.
Because you leave downtown Shanghai and are surrounded by vast countryside, safety is much higher.
Even if the Japanese are aware of the problem now, they are unable to pursue him and cannot find the whereabouts of the military commander.
It wasn't that Li Yunsheng was too cautious, but the dozen or so white prisoners were very conspicuous. Although the journey went smoothly, the military agents were still very nervous when passing two checkpoints.
However, the behavior of the dozen or so American prisoners was surprising. They did not appear to be afraid at all, and they felt as if the sky was falling.
Especially after leaving the city, a dozen American prisoners began to communicate quietly.
"Donald, do you think it could be them?"
Wright's voice was low, with a bit of hope and a bit of worry in his tone.
"pretty close!"
Donald gave this response. Although the expression on his face was calm, he was very nervous in his heart.
In fact, these captured American officers were very nervous, and none of them were as calm as they appeared on the surface.
After all, it was a matter of destiny, so these prisoners couldn't help but be nervous, especially when passing through the checkpoint, these American prisoners' hearts were in their throats.
These people have gone through a lot of ups and downs, from being a high-ranking person to becoming a prisoner of war. They have experienced too many blows. Only then can they remain calm and pass the checkpoint smoothly.