Chapter 46 The Way of Men

  Dong Li Mao used soap to scrub his entire body, feeling refreshed and invigorated, as if the sleepiness had been washed away by the water. He thought of Li Yuanyuan's meaningful "I'll wait for you" from earlier, and his body reacted. He used the towel that still held Li Yuanyuan's scent to wipe himself down all over, but didn't have any underwear to wear, so he put on the loose pants that Xu Hongming had found. Barefoot and shirtless, he walked out of the bathroom, glanced at Gou Hao lying on the bamboo chair, picked up the submachine gun he had taken from Xu Hongming's wine cabinet, and headed up the stairs.

  Li Yuanyuan somehow found medical alcohol and cotton balls, sat on the edge of a bamboo bed to disinfect the wound on her left knee.

  "Let me do it." Dong Li Mao walked over, squatted down in front of Li Yuanyuan, put down the gun he was holding, reached out and took the cotton ball from Li Yuanyuan's hand, dipped it in alcohol, and began to disinfect her wound.

  The wound wasn't very big, but it was a bit swollen and red, which made it quite noticeable on her fair skin.

  The stimulation of alcohol made Li Yuanyuan feel a sharp pain like needle pricks, she hummed and Dong Li Mao hurriedly stopped.

  "Does it hurt? Just bear with it and it will pass," said Dong Li Mao.

  "Jia Cheng, this time you've made a greater achievement than when you led the 9th company to break through the Japanese army's defense line at Dongguan. Maybe when we get back, Commander Du will promote you, and you might even receive a Blue Sky with a White Sun medal." Li Yuanyuan said as Dong Limao began to bandage her wound.

  "I don't want any promotion or medals." Dong Li Mao indeed did not care about fame and wealth.

  "What do you want?" Li Yuanyuan placed her hand on Dong Limao's shoulder, slowly sliding it down his back. Her slender fingers trembled slightly as they crawled over Dong Limao's robust and smooth skin like a caterpillar.

  "I want a photo of myself wearing a military uniform." Dong Li Mao finished bandaging, but his hand didn't leave Li Yuanyuan's left leg. Instead, both hands slowly explored upwards, his fingers feeling the smooth and delicate skin on Li Yuanyuan's thigh, making his heart beat faster. He leaned in close, and gently kissed the exposed white skin above her knee.

  "Photo?" Li Yuanyuan's body trembled slightly, and she put her hand on Dong Limao's shoulder, asking somewhat puzzled: "Why do you want a photo of someone wearing a military uniform?"

  "Because the photo can help me..." Dong Li Mao raised his head, looking at Li Yuanyuan's puzzled eyes, said half of it, and immediately stopped. He knew that no matter what he said now, she wouldn't believe him anyway, so he simply didn't say anything.

  "What can the photo help you with?" Li Yuanyuan asked curiously.

  "There's nothing, just want a photo as a keepsake." Dong Li Mao didn't plan to discuss this with Li Yuanyuan anymore, his hand was almost at the center of Li Yuanyuan's body, and he could feel the warmth coming from that center.

  "Uh..." Li Yuanyuan hummed, no longer asking any further questions, her body leaning back on the bamboo bed, waiting for Dong Limao's hands to reach where she needed them.

  Dong Li Mao heard the soft "oh" sound from Li Yuanyuan, as if he had been encouraged, his right hand quickly slid to the warm central area, it turned out that there was nothing blocking the view, the entire forest and stream were exposed under the bright sunlight, seemingly waiting for the warmth of the sun and the nourishment of the rain.

  Li Yuanyuan was wearing a emerald green cheongsam, this jade green matched her almost perfectly, it was as if they were made for each other, with a hint of seductive charm. Dong Limao slowly lifted the hem of her dress with his left hand, allowing Li Yuanyuan's center to be fully displayed before his eyes, he really wanted to see what kind of mysterious place it was.

  Li Yuanyuan, who had just lain down, seemed somewhat impatient, propped herself up, hugged Dong Limao's head, and kissed his lips.

  Dong Li Mao didn't want to be coaxed and coddled like the first time, he wanted to be a real man, doing things his way. So he stood up, pushed Li Yuanyuan onto the bamboo bed with both hands, stared at the place he most wanted to see and said: "This time, it's going to be my way." After speaking, he leaned down and pressed himself against Li Yuanyuan's body.

  Just as Dong Li Mao and Li Yuanyuan were enjoying the most beautiful male and female bodily pleasures, the Japanese military's special agency in Yangon was holding an emergency intelligence meeting with a tense atmosphere.

  Yamada Taisha was the highest leader of this intelligence agency, and he scolded his subordinates in a fit of rage:

  "This is the shame of our Great Imperial Japanese Army in Southeast Asia! It's also the most humiliating day since our intelligence department was established! Until now, you still can't determine whether it's the British or American special forces..."

  "Report to Major General Yamada, judging from the parachutes and Omega watch collected, it is highly likely that a small team of British special airborne troops has infiltrated our territory. Their purpose is clear, it is for the bacterial bombs brought this time..." A lieutenant colonel said hesitantly, before he finished speaking, another lieutenant colonel stood up to refute:

  "I think it's the US military, from the ammunition and weapons used, our department of arms identification's authoritative expert concluded that the high-explosive incendiary bomb is made by the US military, and from the trajectory analysis they are using American Thompson submachine guns..."

  Two people started arguing, one said it was the British Special Air Service, and the other said it was the US Special Forces, each with their own reasoning, the argument became so heated that they almost came to blows.

  Yamada Taisho slammed his hand on the table and stood up, shouting: "Shut up, all of you! Look at yourselves, every single one of you is a pig! Stupid pigs!"

  Everyone lowered their heads and chorused "Hai!" as if acknowledging they were pigs, stupid pigs through and through.

  Yamada Taishi finished venting his anger, seemingly having used up all his energy, and sat down weakly, saying: "No matter whether it's the US military or the British military, you must find them within 24 hours. Get all of Yangon's police to move out, mobilize all our intelligence resources. I don't believe they'll come from the sky and fly away again! They're definitely still hiding around Yangon, and may have even entered the city...

  Yamada hadn't finished giving orders when he heard a report, and then a soldier walked in, directly to Yamada's side, and handed him a document. Yamada took one look, his eyes wide with shock, and after a moment of stunned silence, he exclaimed: "It's the Chinese army! They're attacking the train station warehouse and destroying the germ bombs! It's those damned Chinese troops! Not the American or British armies... but a group of Chinese..."

  Others also seemed to think it was unbelievable. The man who claimed to be a US Army major muttered, "How is this possible? The Chinese army can't possibly have such troops..."

  "This is a confidential telegram from Mangshi No. 1, saying that the secret information about our army's transportation of bacterial bombs has been leaked, and the Chinese troops will take action in the near future!" Yamamoto slammed the telegram on the table, took a deep breath, and shouted hysterically: "You're all pigs! Stupid pigs! Mangshi No. 1 is the biggest idiot pig! Get out of here! Go investigate quickly! You must catch the Chinese for me! Within a radius of 50 miles in Yangon, not a single blade of grass can be spared! I'll skin them alive...!" It seemed that scolding others as pigs relieved him, or maybe Yamamoto just liked using the word "pig" when speaking.

  Xu Hongming drove through the checkpoint very smoothly, he had a special pass on him. No matter which dynasty, rich people always have ways to get some special treatment for themselves.

  The entire city of Yangon is on high alert, with security measures much stricter than usual. Police cars are constantly patrolling the streets, and Japanese soldiers are guarding major intersections. Pedestrians are rushing to get off the streets, and shops are closing early. The police are arresting anyone who looks suspicious, and they will shoot if someone runs wildly.