Chapter 5: The Naked Child (Ten Below)

"Flares. Shoot."

"Machine gun fire."

"Grenadier canisters. Fire suppression."

I saw the puppet soldiers being blown up. Kuniaki Kawada angrily ordered. Deploy all means to the fullest. Focus on attacking ambushes on the right side of the convoy. The difference in strength between the two sides is too great. It's only three or two minutes away. The dirt road hidden on the right side of the convoy was silent again.

The puppet soldiers were killed in this round of fighting, more than a dozen. More than two dozen people fell from their horses and fell with bruised noses and swollen faces. The firepower of the Eight Roads has just been suppressed. Immediately with a body full of dirt. Crawling back to the convoy. Everybody's face turned pale. The body trembled like a leaf in the autumn wind.

I don't know if it's the green smoke coming from the ancestral grave. Or Lord Yama also felt that this person was disgusting and unwilling to take him in. The pseudo-head Yang Yaozu actually ran back alive. A small piece of the scalp was dug up by shrapnel. Shoulders and chests were also blackened by gunsmoke. The most pitiful thing is this man's war horse. The body is red and black, and I don't know how many wounds have been grazed by shrapnel. Also ticking near the saddle. There was blood and urine pouring down the ground.

"Taijun. Taijun. The subordinates did their best. My subordinates did their best." I'm afraid that Kuniaki Kawada will be angry with himself. The sound of pseudo-gunfire stopped. Yang Yaozu cried loudly. It's not that subordinates don't work hard. It's dirt eight roads. Dirt Eight Road is too cunning. They. They planted mines in the grass. The surroundings are too dark. The subordinates can't see where the strings of the mines are hanging. Subordinate......."

"Alright." Kuniaki Kawada covered his nose with his hand in disgust. Sullen command." You go and change your clothes. By the way, let the hygienist take care of the wound. Something just now. It's not your fault."

"Xie Taijun. Xie Taijun." Yang Yaozu was granted amnesty. I thanked me for finding a place to change my pants. Kuniaki Kawada was so disgusted by the smell of urine that he was disgusted. Forcibly suppressing the vomiting yuang. ordered a low-ranking officer beside him. Kato. You take a small detachment of Imperial soldiers. and a company of the Imperial Allied Army. Hike and search for it. I guess the Eighth Route Army has withdrawn to other places. But it's better to be careful. Try to be foolproof."

"Hay." Cao, the ghost soldier who was named a general, agreed loudly. Quickly gather a group of Kwantung Army soldiers. Raise the lackeys of the puppet army. tremblingly, he searched the place where Yang Yaozu was hit just now. The lessons ahead are not far away. They do it with extra care. The flashlight is pressed on the tip of the grass as much as possible. The bayonet is also drawn forward against the ground. I flipped through it carefully for more than half an hour. Finally, I found a dozen or so pieces in the grass that had been pulled out. Tie the fuse to the root of the artemisia grass to act as a grenade for the treacherous mine. But there is a trace of the dirt road. But I didn't meet one.

"He's not going to want to use this trick to pestering me all the time, is he?" When the news was sent back to the convoy. I don't know why. Kuniaki Kawada didn't show a happy look on his face. Instead, his brow furrowed into a pimple. The blows one after another were not very big though. But it made him worried. Such a boring and depressed rotten battle. He's never fought before. An opponent who plays his cards so unconventionally. He'd never met him before. Sensei said that the Northeast Army of that year could not do so difficult. Even the anti-union, which is known for its tenacity. None of them are as difficult to deal with as the enemy in front of you. It's a miracle. And every move hits the omissions on your side.

"It's good that Redbeard can't give him more support." Gently wiped his forehead. Kuniaki Kawada is worried. And a little lucky. Hide in the dark and wait to capture the opponent of the new fighter. Definitely a very good learner. And a very decisive veteran. Maybe this person has had experience with the Imperial Japanese Army before. If it weren't for the guerrillas, he wouldn't have been able to give him enough room to play. The steppe can't support thousands of troops. This person may be even more difficult to deal with than it is now. At least. You can have a face-to-face duel with yourself.

"Kawada-kun. I'm afraid we've been here for too long." See that Kuniaki Kawada has been slow to issue a new order. Kodama Suejinakasa stepped forward. Whisper urging. Strange and dimly lit environment. Kodama's mood was also greatly affected. I always felt that not far from the convoy was behind the black clusters of dried branches and plum bushes full of rice grains and flowers. There may be more risks hidden. And every minute the convoy stays in place for an extra minute. The risk is deepened.

"Our opponents may have laid more traps in front of them." Kuniaki Kawada nodded. Explain in a sigh-like tone." This kind of though boring. But it has a big impact on our morale. Some targeted measures must be taken."

"More traps.." Kodama shuddered in her heart for the last time. The face is full of disbelief." What the hell is he trying to do? This tactic lasts all night. And it can hurt a few more people. And they're there. It's not like there's nothing to lose every time.."

"Fight consumption. They're certainly not opponents." Kuniaki Kawada grinned. The smile looked very bitter." But if he had the determination to wipe out all his soldiers. That's enough for us to get to our destination in time. I suspect that he and the cavalry commanding the cavalry during the day will cut through the guard brigade in one fell swoop. It's the same person. The purpose of this opponent is very clear. It's about procrastinating at any cost. This is true during the day. It's still the same tonight."

"I also seriously doubt that the commander is the same person." Shirakawa Shiro also walked over in a large group of ghost soldiers. Whispered." During the afternoon march I went to the car where the wounded were sheltered. I visited the captured White Russians. According to them. The supreme commander of the afternoon cavalry was the dragon of Iruyun. But Irumo Dragon was in command of the battle. But he is accustomed to listening to Zhang Fatzi's advice."

"What about it. ZHANG Fatzi. Isn't the nickname of the supreme governor of Tubalu called Redbeard? Why did a fat man surnamed Zhang pop up again?" Kodama's last first arrival. Unfamiliar with the enemy. Listen to Kawada Kuniaki and Shirakawa Shiro two said solemnly. I couldn't help frowning and asking.

"Fat Zhang is an assassin that Redbeard accidentally saved last year. It is said that he may have served as a major or lieutenant colonel in the National Revolutionary Army. But there are many things about this man that contradict this legend. Especially when it comes to age. According to the information we have. This person should not be there this year. Or just turned twenty." For the sake of Kodama who has always respected herself very much at the end. Shirakawa Shiro thought about it. Very patient to explain to the other party.

"Lieutenant Colonel less than twenty years old. Is his father a giant in China?" Kodama was slightly stunned at the end. quickly pointed out the absurdity in Shirakawa Shiro's words. Although inside the Imperial Japanese Army. There is also a great emphasis on family and legacy. But those who want to get the rank of Zo 1st Class are either college graduates. Either they have achieved really impressive results in the army. Any of these two conditions. It's impossible to do it before the age of twenty. Not even Prince Nobuhito Takamatsunomiya.

"I don't know. We have very little information about him. The special high school will not waste precious energy on the investigation of a local military cadre in Tubalu." Shirakawa shook his head with a wry smile. The expression on his face was very helpless.

It's been more than half a year. He and Kawada Kuniaki didn't take the time to study their opponents. However, the results have been very unsatisfactory. Even through the inner line planted in the Jin Sui army. I didn't get much out of it. And take the initiative to plant spies in the guerrillas. It's tantamount to a pipe dream. Not to mention the sparse population and closed environment in the area of Lama Valley. It makes it difficult for the person who planted the past to prove his identity. Even if you are lucky enough to get past the guerrilla recruitment primary. The hard work that follows the training. It's enough to scare the spies away.

"What about the Chinese captives captured this afternoon. I remember not a single guerrilla who was seriously wounded. Was it turned out of the pile of corpses by the garrison brigade? Let's interrogate him as we go. I don't believe he can withstand the torture of the Imperial Army." Kodama received less blows at the end. The mind is relatively active. Soon. I thought of another brilliant idea.

"I've committed suicide." Shirakawa shook his head. The smile on his face grew more and more bitter. Cavalry combat is far more brutal than infantry. When the two armies are hedging against each other. Just drop off your mount. There is basically no possibility of survival. Even if the bones are as strong as those of the White Russians. Usually they will be trampled into meat cakes by their own and enemy horses. I can't find a whole place in my body.

This afternoon is because the performance of the garrison brigade is too poor. Only then did the wounded fall among the guerrillas. Four survivors appeared. Three of them were stout-boned White Russians. Only one was a regular Tu Eighth Route Cavalry. After receiving a report from the garrison brigade. Shiro Shirakawa is like a treasure. I personally ran to the car that housed the wounded and squatted for a whole afternoon. Trying to pull something fresh out of the mouth of the wounded captive. To his disappointment. The three White Russian captives were not very strong-willed. There is very little knowledge of the internal situation of the partisans. Only knew that his young owner Leon was desperate for Redbeard's admiration. Even an application that has already been submitted. The rest of the Chinese nationality and Chinese ** are smeared. And the real Dirt Eight Road didn't say a word at first. Close your eyes and wait for death. Later, it was discovered that Shiro Shirakawa was actually beating his idea. Just take advantage of the fact that the medics are trying to stitch up the wound on his stomach. A handful ripped off his own intestines.

It hurts a lot after the intestines are broken. Shirakawa Shiro didn't dare to imagine. But he clearly saw the determination on the face of the dirt eight roads. That's a standard northern Chinese peasant face. Standard to take off the military uniform will be treated as ordinary people. Pick up a hoe and you can dig the ground. But at the moment when he threw half of his intestines at himself. Shirakawa Shiro actually saw a brilliant light like a Buddha around the distorted peasant face.

After that splendour. It's eternity. Vast grasslands. Dried branches and plums are clustered in clusters. As long as it's open. It will never wither.

Note 1: Prince Nobuhito Takamatsunomiya. The younger brother of the Emperor of Japan, he became a second lieutenant in the Navy in 1925, and later completed his college and university education, and was promoted to a second lieutenant in 1937.