Surrounded by many people, a middle-aged man with the rank of lieutenant general walked into the headquarters of Gentaro Sakai. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Mototaro Sakai knew this middle-aged man, he was Lieutenant General Hisunao Oshima, a recipient of the Order of Merit of the Third Class, a baron, who had served as Minister of Military Affairs in the Viceroy's Office of Formosa, Chief of Staff and Chief of Military Affairs, President of the Army University, and now the Supreme Commander of the Ninth Division, as well as his commander.

It was impossible for him not to know him, otherwise he would not have had to stay in the position of commander of the 7th Infantry Wing.

And he knows...... It was a hunch that His Excellency the Lieutenant General would come into his command - there was a chance, half the chance, that either he would be called to the divisional headquarters, or Oshima would come to him, and one of the two would be true.

When one of his brigades of soldiers charged Lucia's army at the instigation of a damned rice writer, Gentaro Sakai had a clear vision of the future.

Because those fool-like guys didn't just charge. They fell under the fire of the Lucians and their own artillery, and the soldiers who finally returned to their positions could only form two almost complete squads. For both the 7th Infantry Regiment and the entire 9th Division, such a tragic and darkly humorous heavy loss was the first since the beginning of the war, and no one could immediately accept it.

As a commander, he will inevitably be reprimanded by the division and regimental headquarters.

He just didn't know what Hisunao Oshima would say.

Although he could find part of the answer in the eyes of Hisunao Oshima, Mototaro Sakai did not dare to stare into his eyes because he was not respectful enough, because the eyes of His Excellency the Lieutenant General made him feel frightened and shuddered. Army Commander lowered his head and stared at his boots.

Then he heard a voice.

"Sakai Daisa."

"Your Excellency!"

"Mr. Cox has asked me to convey to you that the soldiers of the 7th Infantry Wing are very brave and true Japanese samurai, and he will write articles praising their deeds." That's a compliment.

"Thank you very much!"

And then there are condolences. "General Nozu asked me, on his behalf, to pay high tribute to the heroic fighting of the 7th Infantry Wing."

"This is the duty of the Seventh Wing."

"Sakai Daisa."

"Your Excellency?"

And pacification. "I'm not here to hold you accountable, you don't have to be so nervous."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

"However, as a result of this incident, the command believes that the attack of Lucia snipers against the officers and corporals of the 9th Division has caused serious problems in the command and management of the entire division, and the 9th Division is no longer fit to continue to fulfill the mission of conquering the fortress of Arthur."

Oshima's tone was flat, unebb, as if he was really just stating a fact — but Mototaro Sakai didn't think so.

His head was buried even lower. "I'm sorry, Your Excellency."

"I don't need your apology, Sakai Daisa, but I want you to understand that the Ninth Division will be forced to be a bystander in this important battle because of the grave consequences of your soldiers' unauthorized actions." The blame still came.

"I will examine my faults deeply, Your Excellency."

"It's your own business." There was a pause, followed by a rhetorical question. "But do you know why I'm not going to hold you accountable?"

"Forgive me for my stupidity, Your Excellency."

"Because I got a top-secret message that the assault of the Second and Third Armies on the fortress of Arthur will be temporarily halted - Lucia's army in Liaoyang is preparing to launch a large-scale attack, and the Tokyo side has decided to prioritize the supply of ammunition and supplies to General Kuroki's First Army, so the battle here can only be put aside and wait for the battle in the north to end."

This was something that Mototaro Sakai didn't know, and then he realized that it was also something he shouldn't know. He was so nervous that he couldn't think of anything to say, except for one word: "Your Excellency......"

Hisunao Oshima gestured to him not to care, and smiled. "I want you to keep this a secret, Daisa Sakai."

"Understood, Your Excellency. But ......" Mototaro Sakai hesitated, not knowing whether to bring up the problem in his mind or let it stay.

But his look told Hisunao Oshima that he wanted to know the answer to that question.

"What do you want to say?" Hisashi Oshima asked.

Taking a deep breath, Gentaro Sakai asked the question. "Will the First Army be able to hold off Lucia's attack?"

Hisunao Oshima's face immediately became serious, and he reproached: "As an officer of the Imperial Army, you should maintain confidence in the Imperial Army, Sakai Daisa." ”

"Yes, Your Excellency!"

"I believe that the First Army can hold back Lucia's army." Dadaojiu said directly, "Moreover, the head of the secret service, Kuroshima, has made a guarantee that he will use all the forces at his disposal to disrupt and disrupt the transportation lines of Lucia's army. ”

"All the power he wields?" Mototaro Sakai didn't figure it out, "Just rely on a few spies from the Kuroshima Agency?" ”

"No," Oshima shook his head, "it's a bandit from the Qing Kingdom. ”

"Bandits!" Mototaro Sakai could scarcely believe what he had heard—a word that seemed like an insult, not to him personally, but to the Imperial Japanese Army. His face flushed and his muscles tensed. "Your Excellency, when does the Empire need a group of Qing land bandits to fight for the Empire?"

"Don't be surprised, Sakai Daisa." Hisunao Oshima said with a calm expression, not at all like someone who only learned about these secrets a few hours ago, "I can tell you that the cooperation between the Kuroshima Agency and the Qing Territory bandits has been going on for several months, and the facts tell us that they can assist us in fighting the enemies of the Empire - they have repeatedly attacked the transport lines of Lucia's army, and they have succeeded. ”

However, Gentaro Sakai still couldn't accept it. He quickly remembered the militants known as "beards" in the local language, and he sketched in his mind a group of Qing people dressed in messy civilian clothes, with completely unbuilt beards, who always looked like hangers, and then added to these influences the scenes of them attacking Lucia's soldiers, and then shook his head vigorously to drive them all away.

No matter what the report of the Kuroshima organ wrote, these low-quality Qing bandits could never become a support force for the imperial army.

It was impossible for them to accomplish what the soldiers of the Reich could not do.

"I'm curious to know what the Black Island Authority Commander is thinking." Gentaro Sakai whispered.

Hisashi Oshima walked up to him and admonished, "You don't need to know what Captain Kuroshima thinks. Sakai Daisa, what the empire needs is victory, and as for how to win, it doesn't matter. ”

"Yes, Your Excellency." Gentaro Sakai could only answer like this.

He lowered his head and looked at his boots, thinking about something else. Since the Qing bandits bribed by the Black Island authorities have attacked the Lucian transport lines several times in a row, and now, they must have become a thorn in the side of the Lucia, perhaps an elite clearance force has been formed......

Mototaro Sakai had only one small, insignificant desire for those Qing bandits to prove with their own lives what an amateur soldiers they were.

He hoped that the Lucian clearance forces would deal with the guys as soon as possible.

This was the idea of a different group of people who had been hired by the Russians to train Russian soldiers in the use of the latest weapons and to manipulate those weapons to fight for the Russian Empire at critical moments. But now, they are being assigned to a task force by a dazed Russian general, isolated in a completely unfamiliar area looking for the traces of saboteurs who have attacked the transport lines of the Russian army.

Not a single mercenary liked this mission, because it contained every mistake that the Pentagon's rules of engagement required they had to avoid: no guides, no maps, no intelligence support, no support forces, and no knowledge of the enemy's situation......

The Russians didn't even know who had attacked them—after their military train had been attacked a dozen times, and a lot of supplies and hundreds of soldiers had been lost.

Then, the stupid Russian generals demanded that the mercenaries destroy the enemy attacking the convoy "as fast as you can."

It's a stupid task, and anyone with a brain won't like it.

"God, I really shouldn't have accepted this deal."

I don't know how many times, William. Butz's grumbling began to echo in the small space again, and his voice was so loud that the two people huddled with him showed expressions of disgust at the same time.

"Shut your mouth and let us be quiet for a while." An unbearable mercenary shouted, "Listen, we hate this mission as much as you do, but, since we're already here, there's no point in complaining - and it's your own choice, you can't blame anyone else." ”

"I'm not blaming anyone." Butz muttered, "What I'm saying is that I shouldn't have accepted this deal." ”

"Then why are you taking it?" Another mercenary said, "You've left the company and no one forced you to join." ”

"I need money." Butz shrugged his shoulders and replied with confidence, "And I didn't know at the time that this job was going to be troublesome—except for the trouble caused by the Russians, I had to spend all day in this small, stuffy, and noisy tin can." God, I'd rather go to the Philippines and feed the mosquitoes than be like this. ”

This time, the two mercenaries didn't reprimand him - after all, he was right, the armored car made by the company was indeed not a place for any person in their right mind, it was cramped and cramped, and once the engine started, it became unusually stuffy and noisy, and when it began to move, the violent jolting made everyone in the car feel that their bones would soon fall apart; But that's not all, last but not least, the enclosed space is quickly filled with choking smoke as soon as the machine guns start firing - and the smell of human body and gasoline that never dissipates, the place is hell.

So those Russians never had the idea of using such weapons themselves.

However, it was also these damned Russians who insisted that the company add a machine gun to the co-pilot position of the armored car - if it were not for this reason, an armored car with only two crew members would have been slightly better off than it is now.

Not much better, though.

"I hate Russians." Butz's complaint is back.

"That's right. I've always wondered why the Russians didn't let them suffer this crime in our place, since the Russian soldiers were called gray animals. ”

"And it's a lot of money."

"On this point, perhaps the company bought off the Russian generals." Butz boldly said, "We all know that the boss cares about how to make more money, not the feelings of a few mercenaries." ”

The two mercenaries glanced at each other. Yes, Butz was right again, but they felt that they should change the subject: to condemn the boss of the company with a guy who had left the company and could only run back when he had a task, was definitely the worst idea of all the bad ideas, this guy was only blacklisted by the company at best, but the two of them could be demoted or even fired.

After thinking about it, one of the mercenaries came up with a suitable topic. "Why does the captain think we can catch those mysterious attackers here?"

"Because the Russians' railroad is only two hundred yards from where we are hiding, if those attackers are going to attack the Russians' military trains in this area, we can surely see them." Butz's answer was the quickest, of course, mixed with his complaints, "Of course, I don't know why he thought the attackers would do it here, maybe he was just going to imitate the Chinese who was sitting next to a tree stump waiting for the rabbit to crash into it." But that stupid Chinese didn't wait for anything, and I think so did we. ”

"Butz, that's just a Chinese fable."

"Yes, it's a Chinese fable, but I don't think I'm wrong." Butz replied, "Besides, if there is no such Chinese waiting for a rabbit in history, why would the Chinese write such a fable?" ”

"Uh...... I think that's a concern for historians. The mercenary who asked the question decisively changed the subject, "Do you think those attackers will find out about us, if they really plan to attack the Russian military train here......

"I don't know," Butz again, "maybe our camouflage can confuse them, maybe not, but the answer will soon be - the Russians' military train will pass through here in fifteen minutes......"

"I think the answer is already there." Another mercenary called, "Look! ”

Butz didn't know what to see - his view was blocked, but someone saw it: a small group of armed men on horseback appeared on the other side of the railway.

"I can bet those guys aren't Russians." The mercenaries, who were the first to spot these militants, decisively loaded their machine guns, "Gentlemen, prepare for battle. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )