Nagumo Zoji, who had successfully found the blame but was still extremely depressed, stayed in the regiment's field headquarters built on the mountain, looking out the window at the dark night of northern China and meditating.
There was no firelight in the camp. After setting up field trenches under windproof horse lanterns, all the troops entered the bunker to rest and were ordered not to have any firelight to avoid being attacked by the Chinese.
It was not because the division commander cursed him in the telegram, but after trying the Chinese peasant army's not weak or even strong combat effectiveness, Nagumo Zoji began to think about what he should do.
No wonder the First Mixed Brigade stationed in Rehe would throw this hot potato to the headquarters. It turns out that it is really not that easy to eat! They also made excuses about insufficient troops. With only their four to five thousand people,
I'm afraid we can't really do anything to this group of Chinese people if they are all transferred here!
Through this battle, Nagumo Zoji has understood that he really thought too much before. With just his infantry regiment, even if it takes heavy casualties to chew off this hard bone in front of him, others can go further.
Running into the distant mountains, and trying to blockade them with his military strength is a fool's errand.
Not to mention anything else, those elusive Chinese gunmen alone may increase his losses a lot. No one can always be as alert and vigilant as he was tonight.
On the first night after the war, the 20th Infantry Regiment, which had been beaten sorely, spent three hours in the freezing cold with more than 3,000 people from three infantry brigades to prevent the Chinese from using night sneak attacks.
Not only had complete trenches been dug in the soil, but the reserves of the baggage train were even used up and a barbed wire fence was put up fifty meters in front of the trenches. The security was much tighter than when they marched here.
This did not seem like his 20th Infantry Regiment was besieging the Chinese, but the Chinese were besieging him. Although he was a little aggrieved, Nagumo Zoji still ordered all the officers and soldiers to do this, and asked the trenches to take responsibility
Soldiers on alert are not allowed to light fires to avoid being shot coldly.
This battle cannot go on like this. He, Nagumo Zoji, brought these good guys to China to find financial resources, instead of losing his life in the snow in China. Then after returning to Osaka, he Nagumo Zoji
How does Er face those gray-haired mothers who come to him to ask for their sons?
However, the military orders of the Kwantung Army Headquarters cannot be violated. The Fourth Division, which has already earned the reputation of being a "useless" division, can no longer afford to suffer defeat.
Second Colonel Nagumo leaned on his command sword and looked out the window solemnly with his brows furrowed, hoping that the cold night in northern China could give him an answer.
The door was suddenly opened, and the cold wind rushed in from outside. Nagumo Zouji couldn't help but frown, and tightened the collar of his sergeant's woolen military uniform without showing any trace, and turned around to look at the man with a strange expression.
Lieutenant Colonel Ono Nagayama, the deputy commander of the alliance, asked in a deep voice: "Ono-kun, in such a hurry, are the Chinese doing anything?"
"Your Majesty Colonel, yes, there is something strange that needs you to decide." Ono Changshan nodded, the expression on his face became more strange. "We have captured a Chinese."
"Chinese? Everyone who appears here is an enemy, and they are all dead. Do you still need to report this little thing to me?" A trace of anger flashed across Nagumo Zoji's face, and at the same time he was more dissatisfied.
Although he did not want to burn down the houses of Chinese people, steal their property, and kill them like pigs and dogs like some divisions, in his opinion, killing civilians was really detrimental to the honor of a soldier, but this did not
It doesn't mean that he didn't want to kill Chinese people to vent his anger after losing nearly 300 soldiers.
Especially now when he is upset, it is always good to have a punching bag. But, he still needs to make a decision on such a trivial matter? When did the officers of the 20th Infantry Regiment become so helpless?
Did you take the responsibility? Just killing a small Chinese, where did the prestige of the imperial army go?
"No, Your Majesty Colonel, the Chinese wants to see you. He said you will meet him." Ono Nagayama replied.
At the same time as he answered, he quietly handed a box to Nagumo Zouji, who was a little confused.
After Nagumo Zoji saw the two big characters written in Chinese on the box, his eyes suddenly opened. He opened the box with his own hands and saw a few familiar small pills. His expression became the same as that of his deputy captain.
, full of surprise.
At this moment, he finally knew why Ono Nagayama looked strange. What did this Chinese man who broke into the defense zone late at night and gave him a gift want to do? What was his purpose?
Neither of them spoke, and various questions arose between the eyes of the Japanese colonel and lieutenant colonel.
After a moment of silence, Nagumo Zoji spoke, "Ono-kun, go and bring the Chinese here. Also, send someone to inform Lieutenant Sato to rush to the headquarters immediately. Remember, don't let anyone else know about this matter."
Know."
"Hi, I understand." Ono Changshan nodded heavily, turned around and walked out of the temporary headquarters built mainly with a field tent.
After more than 20 minutes, Ono Nagayama returned and brought a fat man wearing a cotton robe and long coat with a large number of stains all over his body and a few bruises and redness on his face into the headquarters.
Is this Liu Tuanzuo or that one? However, Liu Tuanzuo, who is not wearing military uniform at this moment, definitely looks like a Chinese businessman who has been bullied a lot, especially when he has a few scars on his face and is full of resentment.
when.
Liu Tuanzuo might have had injuries on his face on the battlefield, but it was more of a ferocious murderous look, instead of being a weakling at the mercy of others like he is now.
Nagumo Zoji, who was sitting next to the table and reading a map with a lantern, raised his head indifferently, looked at the fat Chinese man in front of him who had obviously suffered a lot, and a stern look flashed on his face: "Chinese, do you understand?
, any Chinese who appears in the area where the two armies are fighting is an enemy of the Japanese Empire and will be killed?"
I must have seen the World War II version of Doraemon. This was Liu Lang's first thought after entering the tent and seeing the Japanese commander pretending to look at the map.
This colonel, who carries the rank of colonel of the Japanese army, has a round head, round face, round eyes, and round nose. He is rounder than Commander Fan Shaozeng and Fan Haer. He is so cute that he has no neck yet, and his head is piled on a protruding belly. If you give him
Paint it a suitable blue and give it a bellyband that can take out all kinds of strange things, and it will look like a humanoid robot cat.
MMB, no way Hiroshi Fujimoto came up with the prototype of the character Doraemon just by seeing this guy in front of him! Liu Lang thought so.
Anyway, even though this very pretentious person was dying at every turn, Liu Tuanzuo was not afraid at all and instead felt a little happy.
In fact, you can imagine what Doraemon would look like after putting on the Japanese military uniform. It took a lot of effort for Liu Tuanzuo to hold back his laughter at this time.
"Your Excellency Colonel, is this the so-called hospitality of the Imperial Army of Japan? I once went to Jehol to find you, Colonel, to discuss business. Not only was there not even a glass of water or wine on a cold day,
You are still being humiliated like this. Come on, Colonel, if you have the ability, shoot here. If you frown, you are not a good man." Liu Lang's face was full of grief and anger, and he tried to break free from the hold of the two Japanese soldiers behind him, shouting loudly
said.
Liu Tuanzuo borrowed Xiao Bing Zeng Shui's name without any shame, since no one except his own people knew who he was.
MMB, if Nanyun Zao Erhui said this, he would definitely complain like this. The fat Chinese man in front of him is definitely a good business negotiator. Just because of his ruthless gangsterism, he has already smelled a strong
The unique smell of profiteers is like the strong smell of powder on a prostitute.
Not only is his fat head and big ears different from those of ordinary thin Chinese people, he is obviously a hard-boiled person, but his seemingly heroic words reveal countless information, and he is definitely a veteran in business negotiations.
Nagumo Zoji's previous threatening words were actually the expression of power in ancient Chinese proverbs. It is a common method in business negotiations. You must first gain a psychological advantage in order to communicate better.
Unexpectedly, the fat Chinese man in front of him was very powerful, so he gave him a merciless move, which meant that if you had the ability, kill him, and if you kill him, there would be no business negotiation.
But business really had to be discussed. After seeing those few small pills, Nagumo Zoji had decided to talk to this mysterious Chinese man no matter what.
Because the price of those small pills in Japan is already as high as 30 yen per pill. You know, the monthly salary of a first-class soldier under his command is only 8 yen, and he has to save for four months before he can buy it.
The last one. Even a captain like him, with 200 yen a month, couldn't buy a few pieces.
But this Chinese profiteer who appeared quite unexpectedly presented a heart-wrenching goody, but it didn't seem to be a simple thing.
But also, how many simple guys dare to appear at this time?
"Oh? You and I are hostile countries. What do you think we can have to talk about?" Nan Yunzou's round eyes narrowed and he looked at the fat Chinese man who looked like a profiteer.
"Haha, who said that war can hinder the development of business? War has always been a catalyst for business. Besides, the well-informed Colonel, you have not seen this kind of thing with your own eyes, nor have you ever heard of it.
Take two!" Liu Lang said with a slight smile, a hint of disdain on his face.
"Oh? Your argument is interesting. I can talk to you about it."
A fat Japanese man and a fat Chinese man looked at each other meaningfully.
Perhaps no one would have thought that these two fat men from foreign countries who were testing each other out to discuss business were actually regiment-level cadres from the most elite armies of both countries. One was a colonel and the other was a colonel.