Thousands of corpses are scattered on the open grassland. Groups of vultures are eating the corpses among the corpses. At the edge of the battlefield, hyenas that smell the smell of blood have appeared in groups on the edge, biting and biting.
Corpses on the edge of the battlefield. Sometimes, they would come in groups to take away the corpses on the battlefield, but they did not dare to approach the soldiers wearing khaki uniforms at all.
But for these hyenas, the dense corpses on the battlefield are already an unprecedented feast.
The smell of blood on the battlefield spreads far and will eventually attract nearby scavengers such as vultures, hyenas, and black-backed jackals. Those corpses will eventually become food in their bellies and disappear naturally from this world.
superior.
Although the only ones standing in front of the Ming Dynasty's African Legion were some indigenous tribes. And the so-called tribal warriors were just a group of naked savages holding spears.
But it is no surprise that they all regard death as their own, which also results in every battle being so bloody - it should be one-sided and bloody.
Although the battle has ended, the battlefield is still filled with gunpowder smoke. Among the soldiers carrying rifles in the gunpowder smoke, most of them are holding samurai swords and cleaning the battlefield.
"Quick, quick, work over there!"
At the edge of the battlefield, Matsuda, holding a samurai sword, faced a group of captive natives and pointed to the woods not far away.
These dark-skinned natives walked towards that direction in a daze. Many of them were injured. They looked at these guys holding fire-breathing sticks in horror, their eyes full of fear.
A dozen soldiers were guarding the prisoners on the left and right, and after walking a dozen steps forward, Matsuda turned around and smiled meaningfully at squad leader Yoshiko Akiyama. Yoshiko Akiyama didn't even notice the smile of his subordinates.
He doesn't care about this either.
"How many bullets are left?"
"Reporting to your Excellency, the team leader, our team currently has 876 rounds of ammunition left, with an average of 17 rounds of ammunition for each rifle..."
Sergeant Kasahara's answer made Akiyama frown.
"I don't know when the logistics will catch up. I tell everyone to save bullets. I will go to the squadron leader to ask if there are any bullets there..."
For the East African Legion, which has penetrated deep into the hinterland of Africa and traveled thousands of kilometers, logistics was the biggest problem. Their troops continued to lose strength during the long journey, not because of fighting, but because of disease.
Many people died due to disease.
The reason why Akiyama Yoshiko was promoted to squad leader was not because of his outstanding performance, but because...many people died of illness. He was promoted from soldier to sergeant, and then temporarily promoted from sergeant to second lieutenant.
"Sir Captain, if we don't have bullets, if the troops encounter a large tribe like today again, we will have to fight with samurai swords, and we will probably sacrifice a lot by then!"
Before deputy captain Kasahara finished speaking, Akiyama Yoshiko said.
"Baga! As a samurai, how can we not use the katana? If there are no bullets, we will fight with the samurai sword. As long as we have breath, we will continue to move forward, complete our mission, and join the West African Army!"
Join forces with the West African Legion!
As long as they join forces, their mission will be completed! By then, this land will become the land of the Ming Dynasty, and their sacrifices will be worth it!
As a warrior, you should die for His Majesty the Emperor!
This is the duty of a samurai!
Like all the Japanese warriors of the Ming Dynasty, while Akiyama Yoshiko recognized this duty, he certainly hoped to live in Africa and make military exploits for His Majesty and the Empire.
And deep down in his heart, of course he also longs for land - according to His Majesty's promise to them, after the war is over, the warriors will be rewarded with a piece of land with a yield of no less than 400 stone meters.
400 stone meters of land!
Such a piece of land is very attractive to all samurai including Akiyama Yoshiko. They have even planned in their hearts that after the march is over and the land is distributed, they will take their families over... not even
They need to bring their families over. Although there are less than 600 soldiers left in their brigade, there are more than 800 laborers accompanying the army. In addition to half of these people being men who do heavy manual labor such as pulling carts,
There are more than 400 women. Although the skin of the native women is dark, they are the best spiritual comfort for the warriors in the army. The graceful figures of the native women have always been their favorite.
, many of the women are even pregnant, and they all have their own masters. The woman of Sergeant Kasahara is a woman who looks quite beautiful.
In the future, they will definitely settle down here with those native women, Japan, no, Japan. Who is willing to return to the impoverished Japan?
"Yes! Your Excellency has taught you the truth. You have forgotten the fundamentals of a warrior because of your humble duty..."
Facing the superior's reprimand, Kasahara bowed repeatedly to apologize. At this moment, the sound of "Hey, hey" came from the distance, accompanied by screams.
"Damn it, let Songyuan and the others stay away."
Akiyama Haogu muttered casually, and then at this moment, as if he had discovered some danger, he stood up suddenly, took out his telescope, and looked into the distance.
"Someone!"
Someone!
At the end of the horizon, a small group of people can be vaguely seen. Unlike the naked natives, they are wearing yellow military uniforms. Although the military uniforms are shabby and look like a pile of rags, they are
When he saw them through the telescope, Akiyama Haogu shouted excitedly.
"Quickly, go and report to the Captain that the West African Legion, the troops of the West African Legion are here!"
Those people who look no better than beggars are the West African Legion of the Ming Dynasty. In this wasteland, only they will wear the same military uniforms, and only they will fly the sun and moon flag of the Ming Dynasty.
Although they saw each other's flags, they all seemed to be sizing each other up. A few meters apart, Akiyama Yoshiko looked at these guys who looked similar to each other - more beggars than soldiers.
They are all the same - wearing shabby military uniforms, and the boots on their feet are also tattered. The only thing that is still bright and eye-catching is the flag they are holding, the sun and moon flag of the Ming Dynasty!
Akiyama Haogu quickly saluted and stood upright.
"Your Majesty, Major, I am Second Lieutenant Akiyama Haogu of the 36th Expeditionary Brigade of the East African Legion of the Ming Empire!"
"I am Ding Pengjie, Major of the 19th Expeditionary Brigade of the West African Legion of the Ming Empire!"
When the words fell, Ding Pengjie stepped forward and gave him a hug, and then he said excitedly.
"Okay, we finally meet!"
(End of chapter)
This chapter has been completed!