At this time, Yama Youpeng, who was panting and covered in blood, came over, and he shouted angrily: "Why did you stop the shelling? Why didn't you attack the enemy? Is this the attitude of the prime minister towards his allies?"

When Luo Huo heard this, he became angry: "Oh, who is the enemy? You tell me who is the enemy of our prime minister? The Tokugawa family didn't steal the lid of our pot, why should I fight with others?"

"Allies? Who are your allies? When the prime minister inquired, didn't you righteously refuse the prime minister's request to send troops? Look at all of you, you are capable, and you are beaten! Why don't you continue to fight? Aren't you able to do it yourself?"

"Baga!" Youpeng in Shan County subconsciously wanted to draw his knife, but the surrounding guards quickly grabbed him.

"General, please calm down!" Yama County Youpeng is still too young, his mentality is not as calm as Saigo Takamori, and he didn't even notice that the guard company next to Luo Huo had all taken out his revolver.

"Oh, I want to do it! Come on, come on, I'll let you fight, if I dodge, I'll be your grandfather's ......."

Poof, all the marines present laughed, Luo Huo spent the winter in Beijing, but he learned a lot of hurtful and scolding words, your grandfather fed, isn't that the father who thinks he has friends in the county.

There is not so much scolding culture in Japan, and Shan Shan couldn't understand what Luo Huo was saying, but he was very angry, and his hands were shaking with anger.

"I want to see Prime Minister Xiao! I want to see Prime Minister Xiao immediately...... I can't tell you!"

"You can see what you want? Even if Mao Li Yuandi wants to see the prime minister of our family, he has to line up, and he has forgotten his superiority and humility, do you dare to say that he is a samurai?" Luo Huo pursed his lips and turned his head away and ignored him.

When did you have a friend in Shan County who suffered such a disgrace, in his heart, Xiao Lotian is a big man who is equal to the Lord, and what are you Luo Huo? It's just an ordinary general in Xiao Letian's army, and there are not as many people under your command as there are friends in my Shan County.

And what kind of background do you Luo Huo? Born in a peasant pariah, he followed the caravan as a bodyguard, and said that you were a wild warrior, so why did you dare to spread wild in front of me! But the situation is stronger than people, and everyone does not dare to offend this new force.

In stark contrast to the faux pas of Youpeng in Shanxian County, Matsudaira Rongbao was calm and polite, and I saw him bow respectfully to Sima Yun and General Luo Huo, and said, "This is General Sima, who is known as the first calm in the Prime Minister's Mansion, right? Is this General Luo Huo, who is known as the first fire under the Prime Minister? It is really my honor to be fortunate to meet the famous generals in the world!"

Humble and polite people are always likable, Luo Huo's expression suddenly improved by three points, of course, he knew that Matsudaira Rongbao was a daimyo after all, and the aristocratic education he received since childhood was much stricter than that of Yama County Youpeng, and this kind of politeness should not be taken too seriously.

After a few simple polite words, Matsudaira Rongbao also made a request to see Xiao Letian, this time Luo Huo did not push back, but only said that he wanted to go up and ask for instructions.

By this time, the sky was completely dark, and the points of light in the southern sky were slowly falling, and the hot air balloons that had completed their mission began to return to the ground, and piles of bonfires began to light in Osaka Castle and on the battlefield, and everyone was hungry but no one dared to complain.

But the new army is still humane, and soon the video was distributed, and a pound of white rice, a few pieces of kelp, and a small bag of salt were thrown next to a fire, and this was the dinner of the soldiers around the fire.

"If you have a marching pot, use your own iron pot, and if you don't have it, go to the private house and dismantle it yourself...... Let's make do with a mouthful of porridge first, damn, that is, our prime minister is merciful, look at yourself fighting like this, I will not give you a grain of rice according to me, and you will be pulled down by starvation!"

The Ryukyu Marine Corps has a considerable proportion of the members of the sword drawing team, and these are all natives of Japan, but it is strange to say that these people are the most unclean people who curse and swear.

In the hearts of the Japanese, white rice is the best delicacy in the world, and they can eat a bowl of white rice without any side dishes, just as happy as a festival.

Nowadays, there are not only white rice, but also kelp and salt, and in this era, ordinary Japanese people can eat a porridge like this and show off.

Boiled porridge in clear water, with broken kelp and salt added to it, a bowl of hot porridge after the war made these soldiers cry bitterly.

However, this happiness only lasted for a short time, when a strong smell of meat began to permeate the battlefield, the Southwest Coalition Army and the Tokugawa New Army were attracted, people looked carefully left and right and were surprised where this strange fragrance came from, and soon they found the target, it turned out that in the separation zone between the two armies, the Ryukyu Marines had already begun to cook the broth, a can of tinplate cans was opened, the rotten beef mixed with fat was poured into the pot, the salt mixed with spices was thrown in, and then accompanied by white white rice balls, the temptation of food made all the Japanese soldiers' eyes blue。

Matsudaira Rongbao held a rice ball that had just been delivered by the Marine Corps in his hand, and there was a delicate iron lunch box in front of him, which was filled with broth, and the guard next to him swallowed saliva with a greedy aroma.

But Matsudaira Rongbao has no appetite at all, not that he is not hungry, but that there is a stone in his heart that makes it difficult to swallow any food.

"The gap, this is the gap! Just from a dinner, you can see the gap between us and the Ryukyus, the barren Ryukyu has only allowed Xiao Letian to govern for a few years?

"Don't dare to say anything else, as long as the Ryukyu army can guarantee such food, even if they don't have a salary to open, they don't have to worry about the source of soldiers, and they are all the best sources of soldiers...... No wonder it has been said more than once in the Westward Journey that the war is ultimately fought for comprehensive national strength, not just martial arts on the battlefield!"

Matsudaira Rongho divided his food among the wounded soldiers behind, and walked to the nearest Ryukyu Marine, "I heard Shikoku's accent just now, and look at your outfits, I think you are members of Xiao Letian's sword drawing team, right?

Chatting at the fire was a group of resting members of the sword drawing team, led by the company commander Suzuki Tai, a member of the sword drawing team who had made great achievements in the battle with the French.

Matsudaira Yoiho's daimyo, the sword drawing team members, had heard of it, and they dared to laugh at those ordinary samurai and soldiers, but when it came to the real face of the Japanese daimyos, the concept of superiority and inferiority that had been instilled in them for thousands of years came into play again.

Suzuki Tai stood up with all the team members, "Salute!" With a snap, more than a dozen marines collectively performed a new-style military salute, "Ryukyu Marine Corps, the third company of the Foreign Legion, company commander Suzuki Tai has seen adults!"

"Oh, you're still an officer! Great, please sit down and hear that your accent is Shikoku?"

"Yes, the Zai Xia family was originally the corporal family of Shikoku, but then it was broken, and I became a wandering samurai...... I became a man without a lord, and after many years of drifting, I was fortunate enough to join the prime minister's army in the Ryukyus, and this is where I am today!"

Matsudaira looked at him calmly, and suddenly found that Suzuki Tai had a kraft notebook next to him that foreigners usually used, and a pen pinned to it, and he asked in surprise, "Are you literate?"

Suzuki thought about it too much and realized that there was nothing worth leaking in his notebook, so he respectfully held the notebook with both hands.

Matsudaira Rongbao looked at it, and it was actually full of Chinese characters, which was a notebook that recorded military exploits.

"At ten o'clock in the morning, Sun Jiro attacked Kaimachi and killed two defenders of Kaimachi in the first battle...... At 11:20 a.m., Ryota sniped a Shogunate ninja from a distance...... At 1:30 p.m., Quang Binh led a team to raid five small islands and captured three ...... alive."

The notebook is densely packed with very beautiful Chinese characters, which record the military exploits of the soldiers of the third company, and the time, place, people, and events are all as clear as ever.

Matsudaira Yoho was shocked, because in Japan, in addition to those family heirloom samurai can be educated, it is good that other wild samurai can know words, let alone write these noble kanji.

In Japan at that time, simplified Japanese had always been used by the lower classes, and the noble nobles were proud to use pure kanji.

"Buried, it's really buried! Your abilities really should be reused in Japan, so that you can become a wild samurai without a home, this is a shame for all the daimyo in Japan!"

After saying that, Matsudaira Rongbao actually got up and bowed deeply to these sword drawing team members, this time it was terrible, the grievances in the past memories of the knife drawing team members were all flooding like a flood that broke the embankment at this moment, and everyone's eyes were red.

"No...... My lord is wrong, I am not a talent, in our sword drawing team, even the most ordinary soldiers are literate, and the real talent must at least be proficient in arithmetic...... And arithmetic is really hard!"

"Nani?" Matsudaira was stunned, "all literate, how is this possible!"

"How is it impossible? Not only must they be literate, but they must also be proficient in arithmetic, and those who are talented must learn another foreign language, I Xiao Lotian don't raise stupid soldiers......" A group of people came with the voice, and in the light of the beating torches, Xiao Letian, who was dressed in military uniform, stood in front of Matsudaira Rongbao.

The young daimyo blushed slightly, he was spying on the intelligence of the Marine Corps behind his back, and he actually let the prime minister of the family bump into him, this kind of disrespectful behavior is very embarrassing.

But Xiao Letian didn't seem to care about this, he just looked at him calmly for a while, and then suddenly asked, "I heard that you have a special unit under your command, called the White Tiger Youth League?"

Matsudaira Rongbao was a little surprised, he didn't expect Xiao Lotian to ask this, the White Tiger Youth League was not famous in Japan at that time, and most people only thought it was an ordinary army.

"I'm very sorry, the bloody battle has just ended, the troop structure is still very chaotic, and even I don't know how many people are left in the White Tiger Regiment...... But please rest assured, I will gather the White Tiger Group early tomorrow morning, please take a look!"

"Oh, no hurry, I just think they're a bit young and should be taken care of more...... You remember, the children of the White Tiger Regiment need special care, and use the best food and medicine for injuries......"