"Mita Muramasa, your guilt?"

Ryosuke Yoshika, commander of the Ninth Division, pointed at Mita Muramasa, the commander of the logistics baggage wing, and asked angrily.

"Guilty of contemplation!"

Mitamura was so frightened that he shivered all over, and cold sweat couldn't stop breaking out.

"Since you are guilty, then kill yourself by disembowelment to thank the emperor!"

"I also ask Your Excellency the division commander to give the lowly post a chance to make meritorious contributions."

Mitamura fell to his knees directly with a "poof", begging for mercy without stopping, like a dead dog, and no longer had the demeanor of the imperial empire in the past.

"Yaga! Do you still have a little bit of what the Imperial Army should look like? Get me up! ”

Ryosuke Kika was furious, raised his right foot and kicked Mitamuramasa's chest in front of him.

Ryosuke Yoshika kicked out angrily, so this kick almost used all his strength, and kicked Mitamura to the ground directly.

Mitamura only felt a sharp pain in his chest, and his head was even more dizzy, and he almost fainted, and couldn't help but let out a scream of "ah".

For a person, life must be the most important, but for Mita Muramasa, the great Osa of the Japanese Empire, there is one thing that is more important than his life, that is, the dignity of the Imperial Army!

He knew that the guilt he had committed was enough to be sent to a military tribunal, and as a glorious imperial minister, being sent to a military tribunal was undoubtedly the most humiliating.

He also knew that the division commander Yoshika Ryosuke seemed to force him to commit suicide by disembowelment, but in fact, he was protecting the last vestiges of dignity for him.

Mitamura was slowly getting up from the ground, but there was a look of determination on his dead face.

He patted the dust on his body, carefully sorted out his military hat and uniform, and then gave the division commander Ji Jia Ryosuke a standard military salute, and then, he turned around and resolutely walked out of the division headquarters.

Everyone knew that he must have gone by disembowelment to thank the emperor, but no one stopped him, and no one interceded for him.

Because disembowelment is not a cowardly act, on the contrary, it is the last vestiges of dignity that the imperial warriors are preserving themselves.

It is a cruel, but at the same time a sacred thing.

If you speak out to stop or intercede on his behalf, it is undoubtedly tantamount to trampling on the last vestiges of Mitamura's dignity, and at the same time defiling this sacred etiquette.

did not make a sound, but paid tribute to the highest Mitamura Masa.

It's just that everyone present at the moment is all lonely, especially Taichi Ida, the captain of the logistics baggage wing of the third division, and Inoue Kazuo, the captain of the logistics baggage wing of the thirteenth division, who are even more dead at this time.

The rabbit died and the fox was sad.

No, it is more accurate to say that it can no longer be called the death of a rabbit and a fox.

Because the fate of Mita Muramasa undoubtedly represents their fate.

Sure enough, almost at the next moment when Mitamura was stepping out of the headquarters, the angry shouts of Fujita Susumu and Ogisu Tatsu, the commander of the 13th Division, sounded almost simultaneously in the headquarters.

When the two of them heard the sound, their bodies couldn't help but shake, but because of the lessons of Mitamuramasa's past, the performance of the two at the moment was obviously much calmer and calmer.

The two of them were also like Mitamura Masasa, carefully tidying up the military uniforms they were wearing, and then saluted the commanders of their respective divisions with a standard military salute, and then turned around and walked towards the door of the headquarters.

Fujita Shin, Yoshika Ryosuke, and Ogisu Tatsu did not send anyone to supervise the caesarean section of the three Mita Muramasa, because they believed that the Imperial Army of the Japanese Empire was never afraid of death and would never be deserters.

As the three of them, Mita Muramasa, Taichi Ida, and Inoue Icio, left the temporary headquarters of the Ninth Division one after another, the entire tent once again returned to a deathly silence.

Fujita Jin and the other three division commanders did not speak, and none of the other little devil officers dared to say anything, and they all stood in front of their seats with solemn faces.

"Gentlemen, please be seated!"

For a long time, it was the commander of the Ninth Division, Yoshika Ryosuke, who was the first to speak, motioning for everyone to sit down.

The officers of the 9th Division raised their eyes to look at Ryosuke Yoshika, and after receiving his gaze, they slowly sat down.

The rest of the little devil officers of the 3rd Division and the 13th Division also received the eye signals from the commanders of their respective divisions at the same time, and then sat down one after another.

"Can you all share your thoughts?"

Ryosuke Yoshika's gaze swept over the little devil officers, and then asked in a deep voice.

"Your Excellency, Division Commander, this group of hateful people dares to burn down all our logistical supplies, we must teach them a profound lesson!"

In a moment, Major General Jing Shuxuanshi, commander of the 18th Brigade of the 9th Division, was the first to stand up and express his opinion.

After receiving the nod of the division commander Yoshika Ryosuke, Jing Shuxuanshi continued to say loudly: "This matter is a great shame for our divisions and regiments, as well as for our Great Japanese Empire; This shame must be washed away with the blood of the enemy!

Therefore, it is suggested that no matter where this group of hateful Chinese rats flees, they must be annihilated! ”

"Hmm!"

After Jing Shuxuan finished speaking, all the little devil officers present nodded in unison, and then echoed: "What Jing Shujun said is right!" Shame must be washed away with the blood of the enemy! ”

"Yo Xi!"

When Ji Jialiangfu, the commander of the Ninth Division, heard this, his eyes almost burst out with undisguised murderous intent, and he said coldly: "Since this is the case, then this task will be handed over to Jing Shujun to complete it!" ”

"Hay!"

"Humble guarantee to complete the mission!"

Jing Shuxuan saluted him with a standard military salute, and his resolute face was full of hatred and determination.

He is a resolute person, although he has rarely gone to the front line in person since he was the brigade commander of the 18th Brigade, but he has the blood of Japanese **** thought flowing in his bones from beginning to end; After replying, he turned and walked towards the door of the headquarters.

"Now let's talk about the battlefield ahead."

After Jing Shuxuan walked out of the gate of the headquarters, Ji Jia Ryosuke swept his eyes to everyone and asked in a deep voice.

The logistics and heavy supplies were burned by a new fire, which made these little devils extremely angry and almost crazy.

Because they had no logistical baggage, they could hold out for three more days at most, and then they had to withdraw their troops, otherwise they would go hungry.

Of course, you can also call the headquarters to re-deliver supplies.

However, if the supplies are delivered from the Nanjing headquarters, it will take seven days at the earliest.

But if there was anything that made these little devil officers angry even more, it was the enemy army on the main battlefield ahead.

If it weren't for their stubborn resistance, why would they be where they are now?

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(End of chapter)