Traveling through the anti-Japanese period, I actually became a Japanese officer, Yamamoto Ichiro.
Looking at the howling Japanese soldiers under my command, I fell into deep thought.
So, I fired my shots in advance during the sweep, and when I encircled, I specialized in trapping friendly forces.
They call this the "Fox of the Empire", and I laugh at them because they don't understand "a dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist".
The harder I cheated him, the faster he rose through the ranks, from captain to staff officer, with medals all over his chest.
Until my most loyal lieutenant put the knife on my neck: "Sir, who are you?"
Me: "I am... The person who sends you on your way."
