"This old guy really decided to directly intervene in Manila's intelligence work."

As soon as he returned to his residence, Meng Shaoyuan sneered and briefly explained the situation.

"What should we do now?"

Li Zhifeng looked a little indifferent.

What are you afraid of?

If the sky falls, the young master will hold it up, so what should I worry about?

"Manila is mine." Meng Shaoyuan actually said this: "Whoever wants to run wild here can't do it."

Manila is mine!

The entire Manila was under the control of the Japanese army, but he still said such words.

Li Zhifeng likes this kind of young master!

"I remember when I was in Shanghai, you were the King of Shanghai!" Li Zhifeng was eating melon seeds with relish: "Here, you are the King of Manila! Have you figured out how to deal with this old guy?"

"I've thought about it."

Meng Shaoyuan looked confident at this time.

"How to deal with it?"

Just after Li Zhifeng finished asking, Master Meng had already puffed out his chest and protruded his belly and said: "My three Japanese ladies must miss me. I have to spend time with them. No one can disturb me today!"

Li Zhifeng was stunned.

What kind of bullshit answer is this from you?

So, Li Zhifeng held the melon seeds in one hand while watching the young master swaggering into the Japanese girl's room!

…

The food collection work began in the shortest possible time with the full support of the new Manila commander Iwabuchi Sanji.

Those Manila people are really out of luck.

After the Japanese occupied this place, their endless exploitation had brought their lives to the bottom.

Then came the U.S. Air Force bombing.

Countless people have lost their homes.

They are struggling on the verge of death, but the Japanese actually still want to collect food?

Is there anything else to eat at home?

But the Japanese, who are like wolves and tigers, don't care about this at all.

They broke down every door and took everything they could see!

This is not an army, this is a group of out-and-out bandits!

One family's home was destroyed in the bombing, and they could only sleep in the ruins of the bombed-out walls.

The father worked hard to find some food, and his wife and children happily set up a fire and took a half-broken pot to prepare some porridge to keep them alive.

But at this moment, two Japanese military police appeared, and they snatched away the poor food without any explanation.

The father begged loudly, but what he received was a sharp blow from a gun butt.

They stared blankly at the Japanese soldiers walking away, and after a while, they hugged each other and cried.

And in the food requisition, the most unlucky people were actually not this group of people.

It's Manila's middle class.

Those who were as wealthy as Pasha, because they served the Japanese army loyally, Iwabuchi thought that they were of some use three times, so he ordered them not to move for the time being, but to closely monitor them.

The middle class is helpless.

Those bank clerks, doctors, or lawyers, etc., under the Japanese colonial rule, lived cautiously with their tail between their legs.

At least, their families can have enough food and clothing.

Even though Manila was bombed wildly by the US military, at least they could barely survive.

They also imagined that when the war was over, maybe all this would be over.

However, reality slapped them hard!

The Japanese army smashed open their doors like wolves and tigers and took away everything!

These people were used to being submissive citizens. Faced with these terrifying Japanese troops, they did not dare to resist and were unable to resist.

They could only hug each other tremblingly and watch helplessly as the Japanese soldiers took away their last food.

Now, all units that were operating normally have stopped.

Banks, hospitals, shops.

They originally relied on their previous savings to get through this most difficult time, but obviously this has become impossible now.

How will we survive in the future?

They have absolutely no idea.

The Japanese were plundering every corner of Manila like crazy.

Frantically grabbing anything they could see.

Once the oppression is too deep, it will eventually lead to resistance.

The first resistance from the Filipinos came without warning.

Abel and his two sons, fifteen-year-old Yael and five-year-old Solomon, have been struggling to survive.

His wife died the year after giving birth to their youngest son.

It was Aibo who raised his two sons single-handedly.

He works under the wealthy Mr. Huo Yin in Manila.

Mr. Huo Yin is also the special assistant to the mayor of Manila.

Therefore, no matter how serious the situation is, the Huo Yin family's life is still quite good.

When supplies in Manila were on the verge of being cut off, Albert didn't ask for much wages, he just asked for a mouthful of food every day to feed his two sons.

After a busy day, the housekeeper of the Huo Yin family gave Albert two pieces of dark, hard bread.

Albert is already very satisfied.

At least, my son doesn’t have to go hungry today.

The eldest son, Yael, has a disabled foot and it is difficult to find a job in normal times, let alone at times like this.

Albert hurried back excitedly.

But as soon as he arrived at the door of his home, he froze.

The two sons looked helpless at the door. Yael hugged his brother Solomon tightly.

What's wrong?

Immediately, Albert knew.

Three Japanese soldiers appeared from his home. Judging from the dissatisfied expressions on their faces, it was clear that they had found nothing.

Yes, what else can they find in such a dilapidated home?

At this moment, a Japanese soldier's eyes fell on the paper bag in Albert's hand.

He took a step forward and snatched the paper bag.

Inside, are two pieces of black bread.

As long as it is food, it will be kept by the Japanese army.

This is a death order from above!

"Can not be done!"

Albert was anxious and snatched the paper bag away from the Japanese. He didn't know where he got such courage.

The Japanese soldier became angry and knocked down Albert with the butt of his rifle.

Suddenly, a stone hit the Japanese soldier.

It was the younger son, Solomon, who was holding another piece in his hand and turned around, looking at the Japanese angrily.

He doesn't understand, but he just can't see his father being bullied.

I was frightened that Yael was older.

Just when he wanted to pull his brother back, it was already too late.

The Japanese soldier stepped forward and stabbed Solomon deeply in the body with his bayonet.

Albert let out a cry of despair and rushed over desperately.

However, he also fell into a pool of blood without any suspense.

Then, there's Yael.

In front of the sharp bayonet, he had no ability to resist at all.

A family of three died tragically under the bayonets of the Japanese army for two pieces of black bread.

At this time, it was still dark, and the neighbors who came out after hearing the news looked at everything in front of them silently.

They dare not speak out.

They were worried about what happened to the Albert family.
Chapter completed!