On the night-shrouded land, with only a faint hint of moonlight, an army was advancing rapidly towards its goal. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Mitsu Tamura. As the sun was about to set and the troops were about to leave the camp, hours earlier, junior officers and soldiers had finally been given the names of their targets and learned of their mission. It is associated with a rebellion, and according to the latest intelligence, the vast majority of the conspirators who are preparing to join the rebellion have arrived there, and their job is to arrest them.

All of them. The order was clear, no conspirators were to be let go, and if anyone resisted, they were to be executed immediately.

Every officer and enlisted saw the task as an easy task: just a trivial of more than 800 rebels with no military training, mostly Japanese-made Murata single-shot rifles. But as their supreme commander, Lin Shenhe was not so easy.

There were a few problems that he had been worried about - two of them came from his new boss, first, in order to save money, Liu Xuexun did not equip the guards with mortars, only bought ten machine guns, and except for the two hundred mercenaries of the squadron who closely protected him, the other mercenaries were equipped with Predator rifles; Second, Liu Xuexun only sent four squadrons to carry out the mission, 800 mercenaries, only rifles, not a single automatic weapon - these two problems were known to everyone, and as for the other two, they could only be hidden in his heart, because one was a mercenary problem, and the other was related to himself.

He feared that the mercenaries might have members of the Alliance, or sympathizers. He did not believe that his suspicions were unfounded or would hurt the feelings of the mercenaries, and while all of them had worked for UMBRELLA, UMBRELLA had never investigated the mercenaries' ties to anti-government groups or whether they had anti-government tendencies...... Or the company investigated, but the report was locked in a safe in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, where only a very small number of people could see it.

Unfortunately, Lin Shenhe happened to be not one of the "very few" who was qualified to read the classified documents of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and none of them told him which people were worthy of attention and vigilance before this mission, although this seemed to indicate that none of the mercenaries were members of the League or sympathizers, all clean, but he just couldn't help but be suspicious, and his mind was full of all kinds of speculation, as if he was suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder.

And all these speculations come together to form a new problem: if there are members of the Confederacy or sympathizers among the mercenaries, he will warn that organization, or even directly the conspirators of Misu Tamura. Although he had taken many precautions, including withholding the truth until the moment before the troops left the camp, and immediately announcing that the alert level had been raised to "red" - meaning that all mercenaries were forbidden to move alone and had to stay in their own detachment and not leave - Lin Shenhe still felt that it was not safe enough.

After all, at night, if someone sneaks out of the group, their actions may not be discovered until much later, and at that point, it is already too late to do anything.

This bad speculation has been bothering him.

It is a disease. At some point, when he stopped worrying for a short time, Lin Shenhe would feel that he was indeed suffering from something called "obsessive-compulsive disorder". He knew the root of it, and that was the last thing he feared: he was the supreme commander, but he didn't have the experience to command so many soldiers, and he needed to make his own long-distance plan and execute it.

To make matters worse, there was no one who could assist him: the four squadron leaders were only slightly better off than him, and only had to command their own squadron, not the entire unit. AT UMBRELLA, THEY WERE ALL SERGEANTS LIKE HIM - THE DIFFERENCE WAS THAT HIS FINAL RANK WAS E7 AND THE FOUR SQUADRON LEADERS WERE E6 - IN FACT THERE WAS NOT MUCH DIFFERENCE.

It's not their problem, it's the UMBRELLA problem, the institutional problem: the officers are all white, and the blacks and Chinese can only serve as sergeants. Although there are occasional occasions when a sergeant has the opportunity to take the place of an officer for a short period of time to command a soldier, this is a rare occurrence and is rarely encountered, and it is almost impossible for a sergeant to gain the ability to command a large number of troops.

But at this moment, several sergeants who did not have the ability to command were put into positions that were supposed to be held by officers. Although all of them have a wealth of combat experience, this situation makes them like rookie officers who have not been out of military school for a long time......

Pretty much the same.

Lin Shenhe felt that the experience he gained when he was a sergeant in the company could play a little role, although he was not completely convinced, he could not stop his cranky thoughts, and because of this, he was in a heavy mood, worried about the possible problems, but at least it could help him complete the task......

It should be ok.

He was starting to worry again.

Not a single officer or soldier noticed his thoughts—they were all on their way. After hours of marching, the mercenaries had calculated that the village with its hundreds of conspirators was still far away, and it would be a few hours before they got there, and by that time the sun might already be on the horizon.

This does not bode well: the inhabitants of the countryside go to bed early, wake up early, and by the time dawn is possible, the fields outside the village are already full of working peasants, and then the whole operation will evolve from a surprise attack to a forced attack.

Not a single mercenary liked this speculation. According to intelligence, the plotters were untrained and mostly used single-shot Murata rifles, and even now, this is good news, but if you think about it, they are not unarmed and their gadgets are not sticks, and they can still kill some unlucky guys.

No one wants to be unlucky, but no one knows if their character is enough to sustain their good fortune, and in the end, the new boss, Liu Xuexun, because of his way of doing things, does not buy insurance for anyone - of course, he will pay pensions to the dead, but that money is probably only enough to buy a coffin - no one lacks this money, and no one needs it.

New bosses, new revenues, yes, it requires a new way of doing things.

The four squadron leaders gathered around Lin Shenhe, who was still thinking about his question, and then used gestures to select a spokesperson.

"Lord River." The officer's voice was not loud, but it was just enough to wake up Lin Shenhe.

"What's the matter?" He asked.

"It's nothing, it's just that we feel like we're either going to speed up and try to get to that village before dawn, or we can slow down and rest somewhere for the day and wait for tomorrow night to come." The officer advised, "We can't attack during the day. ”

He proposed a choice, but for Lin Shenhe, there was no choice—his worries made him see only one answer.

"Speed up." "We don't have time to waste," he said sternly. ”

His order was immediately passed on to all the soldiers. The speed of this private army slowly increased, at first it was still walking, but in the end, it became a small stride.

At the same time, in the destination of this mercenary army, Mitsutamura, the leaders of the armed uprising are holding a meeting - an impromptu meeting. All the leader-level figures who had rested and those who had not yet rested were called to his house by Zheng Shiliang because he had news to announce.

A very important piece of news that people have been waiting for for a long time.

"Can't wait any longer, start an uprising tomorrow!"

Zheng Shiliang's voice was not loud, but it showed an unprecedented momentum - Yamada thought it was anger, half to his comrades, half to the mercenaries. The constant delay caused by the lame conspirators of the League was in itself a serious problem, and it was exacerbated by the mercenaries: they had reassessed and supposedly discounted the price of six hundred dollars per day, to be settled every seven days, and to allow for installments, with a down payment of fifty percent and interest of three percent, per day, progressive.

It's a heavy burden for the impoverished Confederacy, whose members can fight for a few hundred dollars of money. Moreover, although Zheng Shiliang was the front-line commander appointed by Dr. Sun, the supreme leader, he could not represent the League or its leaders in all respects, especially finances.

It is conceivable that in a few days, the mercenary's bill will make him declare bankrupt; Or, he handed over the bill to the League to pay the debt, which would mean that he would face a large crowd of angry revolutionary comrades and risk losing his position and his future.

Worse still, if the head of the Kuroshima Agency did not agree to provide the League with financial assistance for the payment of that commission - and there seemed to be no reason to doubt that he would do so - the League would certainly not be able to do so, and therefore Zheng Shiliang would still have to pay the debt himself, and at the same time lose his position and his future.

His outlook was a little bleak and cloudy. Of course, that wouldn't have happened if he had been able to close his contract with the mercenary before the numbers on the bill became alarming.

He must have seen it, so in the middle of the night he gathered his comrades together and excitedly announced to the group of fellows, who were either yawning or absent-minded, that an armed uprising would be launched tomorrow.

Impatient! Impatient!

It's forced.

Yamada turned his face sideways and cast an approving glance at the mercenary leader leaning against the doorframe. Anyway, it took Captain Kuroshima and Dr. Sun nearly two months without any results, and it only took seven days for this disgusting guy.

The efficiency is astonishing, the results are impressive, and they deserve to be commended, even if that is not what he intended.

But Ashin was still aware. He had been secretly observing Yamada, for no other reason, except that, among all the people Zheng Shiliang had summoned to this room, only Yamada had an official status, an engineer captain in the Imperial Japanese Army, and a demolition expert. He is a valuable person, and if he is caught, the boss must be very happy, so he cannot be allowed to escape, nor can he be allowed to commit suicide or be beaten to death by some impulsive guy, so he must be kept under close surveillance until Lin Shenhe completes his mission.

And until then, he and the others would have been staring at the Japanese. Ashin doesn't care how long it takes, an hour, two hours, ten hours, one day, two days...... After wasting so much time, wasting a few more days is not something to fuss about.

Yes, it was supposed to be three days, but it turned out that it was three days and three days, and from the time he got the task, this boring task has lasted for ten days...... Or take the moment he breaks into the middle of the conspirators as a starting point, seven days, whichever way, is too much time. In that case, why bother with timing?

Anyway, Lin Shenhe's troops will always arrive here, and the mission will always end. And Yamada is not a dangerous figure either.

He was an explosives expert for the Japanese army, not a suicide bomber in the Philippines, and he couldn't have turned into something like that. Ashin even felt that he might never have heard of the Philippine maniacs who shouted "Allah-Akbar" while rushing into the midst of unsuspecting American soldiers and then "banging" - some say that those madmen were trained by UMBRELLA to help the Philippine army, and their slogans were also taught by a consultant in order to cooperate with the Federal Army in Manila during the war between the United States and Spain, but there was no mercenary who was not afraid of them, but never encountered them, The madmen had been exhausted by the federal army before the mercenaries arrived—but Yamada wasn't going to be that kind of thing.

He is not dangerous. Of course, if he had to point out his potential danger, it would be a Japanese-made 26-year-old revolver he was carrying, a weapon that his tests all carried by the conspirators' top brass had only one definite purpose: suicide. It fires nine-millimeter bullets less powerful than any other type of bullet used by mercenaries, and can kill people, but only if they hit the vital parts.

Naturally, in theory, no mercenary would be so unlucky, and mercenaries usually don't believe in what could happen in theory, so they won't give these crappy conspirators a chance to shoot in order to protect themselves and their colleagues......

Maybe Lin Shenhe's people will, but his people won't.

Ashin's faith was abundant. His people are carefully selected elites, and they have received some special training, they are not ordinary mercenaries, and even if they encounter the Japanese army, they can complete the mission with minimal losses.

There is nothing to worry about. He knew that there was only one thing he had to care about, and that was to keep an eye on Yamada before the shift change while waiting for Lin Shenhe.

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