When James. When Krillman saw that Zhao Yi's troops drove away the Japanese army and took control of the Japanese military station on the edge of the Anzi River, his first feeling was that the Japanese army had become inward. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In fact, he had no good impression of the empire controlled by the Manchurians with long pigtails behind their heads. James. Krilman felt that the old empire was full of ignorance, backwardness, and barbarism.

He believed that the invasion of China by the Western powers was a liberation of the barbarian countries by the cultural world. It was precisely because of this view that he asked for an interview with the army after the Japanese victory in the Battle of the Yellow Sea. He followed the Japanese army's landing at Huayuankou and marched along Fuzhou Avenue.

On the original historical trajectory, it was not until he witnessed the atrocities of the Japanese army in the Lushun Massacre that he gave up his original naïve idea. He then published a front-page news in the newspaper Le Monde, where he worked, accusing the world of this atrocious crime of the Japanese army.

Zhao Yi is an out-and-out history novice, which has something to do with his character of not liking to look back on what has happened.

In 2014, on the 120th anniversary of the Sino-Japanese War, Zhao Yi received a gift ticket from a friend, which was a historically-themed exhibition about the war.

Although he was not interested, he still went to the exhibition.

After exchanging a few words with his friends, Zhao Yiyi, who was not very interested, took a turn in the exhibition hall and left.

The tour of the lanterns, the rich exhibits that recorded detailed historical facts, did not leave a deep impression on Zhao Yi. Of course, he himself didn't stop in front of any of the exhibits for more than thirty seconds.

However, because he had to answer his phone, he stopped in front of a picture exhibit for thirty seconds. And he is still impressed by that exhibit.

It was a painting by Le Monde reporter in New York, USA. Photographs of Crielman, as well as his coverage of the Lushun massacre in English and Chinese.

The reason why Zhao Yi was impressed was because that phone call was a call from his girlfriend who had been dating for many years to break up.

James. Krillman firmly believed that the soldiers who drove away the guards of the station should be given to the Japanese soldiers who had engaged in infighting. He believed that the opponents of the Japanese army could not defeat the troops of the headquarters of the 1st Division at the front.

Therefore, he did not withdraw from the other side of the creek with the soldiers who were guarding the station. Instead, he chose to stand firmly, waiting to negotiate with the Japanese army that was in civil strife.

Krielman believed that Japan had entered a civilized society, and that even the troops that had fallen into the trap would not be too difficult for reporters, and that another journalist next to him was from the mighty British Empire.

Krielman was held hostage by two soldiers armed with strange rifles, one behind the other. He carefully observed the two soldiers, strange rifles, strange costumes.

He couldn't see the purpose of the equipment on the two soldiers, but he doubted how the two soldiers could fight with so much equipment on their backs. However, when I saw that they all jumped out of the car, I was relieved, and they basically didn't use their legs to march.

Krielman took off his top hat, unbuttoned his coat, and raised his hands in the air. This is a way to show that you are not hostile.

The soldier standing in front came up and searched him and the British journalist. The British journalist protested loudly and identified himself as a subject of the British Empire.

The groomed soldier told him to shut up in English, and if he didn't, he wouldn't mind shutting him up with the butt of his rifle.

It was not surprising that Crielman was surprised that Japanese soldiers spoke English. But he was surprised by the New York accent he spoke, and the soldier even spoke a number of slang words he didn't understand. Of course, he roughly guessed that those were not nice words.

The searchable soldiers scoured Kerryman's business card from his jacket pocket.

"Sir, a reporter for Le Monde in New York, is named James Murphy. Krillman. The searchee shouted at the cart with its huge, long cannon.

Crielman had long since noticed the strange car. Bulky, strange wheels, fast and agile movement, powerful firepower, and paint similar to the color of his surroundings, he searched his mind quickly for words to describe the steel monster.

A man jumped out of the roof of the car and walked towards this direction. Probably the commander as the soldier called it, Krilman straightened his bow tie and coat so that he could look dignified enough in the negotiation for a while.

The man in the car was the commander, and Krielman was not at all surprised, although it rushed to the front of the battle. There is a small crown and the emblem of the Arabic numeral 1 on the body, and the person sitting in it must not be low.

Zhao Yi walked up to Krilman, who leaned over and put his top hat on his left chest, giving him a salute to wake up. Zhao Yi raised his hand and gave him a U.S. military salute in return.

"James. Krillman? A reporter for Le Monde in New York? So you're a military correspondent? Zhao Yi asked, holding his business card.

"Yes, Your Excellency, I am accompanied by a reporter from The Times in London......" Krillman turned slightly, pointed at the British reporter with his hand holding a top hat, and introduced to Zhao Yi.

"All right, gentlemen. We think you'll have to end your military interview journey, or at least have a different subject. Just now, the troops led by the headquarters of the 1st Division of the Japanese Army were routed head-on by our army, and you have to turn back, there is no news you want in front. Zhao interrupted Krielman's introduction.

When Zhao Yi came over just now, the reporter of the "Times" did not bow like Krilman, but raised his head proudly.

Zhao Yi thought to himself, the whole world wants to give you the British Empire should have face, but Lao Tzu doesn't buy your accounts, who is used to your stinky temper, who pretends to show it.

"Defeated? You are not the Japanese army? Krielman asked in surprise. The mouth is big enough to stuff an egg, and it is obvious that he is not prepared for his misjudgment.

"The Japanese? Gentlemen, I have to remind you that in our country, mistaking a Chinese person for a Japanese is considered an act of humiliation. Zhao Yi tried to make his tone of voice as arrogant as possible.

The battle was going well today, and he was very interested in teasing the two white-skinned, especially the Englishman with his nostrils facing up.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency, but I didn't mean to offend you. It's just that the information you just provided surprised me too much, the headquarters of the 1st Division of the Japanese Army, which just marched today, has more than 4,000 people and a large number of artillery, you ......" Krilman hurriedly apologized.

"Okay, I'm not here for a press conference right now, put away your questions, go back to the other side, and those defeated Japanese soft-footed shrimp will tell you what's going on." Zhao Yi interrupted Krielman's words again.

"I have a good impression of you, and maybe, I should give you a scoop or something." Zhao Yi said with a playful smile.

Indeed, one of the Zhao is against James. Krielman's first impression was good, and not just because of his gift gesture. is also because in 2014, Zhao Yi saw a report on his side speaking out for the Lushun Massacre at the exhibition.

"You wait, there will be results soon." After Zhao Yi finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the tank.

Zhao Yi used the radio to get in touch with Lu Xiangyang, and he had to know that the progress of cleaning up the battlefield over there was also going well.

"Lao Lu, are there many wounded in the Japanese army?" Zhao Yi asked.

"It's quite a lot, there are more than 100 people, these stupid people didn't lie down at all during the shelling, and many of them were injured very lightly." Lu Xiangyang replied.

"I've got the devil's soldiers here, and I've got some good stuff. However, there was not as much food as we expected. I have an idea, let's let the wounded go, and let the devils deal with it themselves. Anyway, the devil may not be cured well, and if he is cured, it will be a dish for us to abuse. "Zhao Yi is very optimistic about the combat strength of the Japanese army.

The food that the traversers found in cleaning the battlefield and the food they found in the barracks was not as much as they had estimated. They estimated the amount of food carried by the Japanese army based on the daily calories consumed by normal people.

Although it also takes into account the current backward transportation factors, this number is discounted. However, the amount of food found is still far below that.

These historical novices completely ignore the army of this era, where is the supply of soldiers according to the calories that normal people need a day, even the strongest British army did not do this, let alone the Japanese army.

The Japanese Army is contemptuously called "red deer" by the Japanese Navy, and how much food you expect them to get, many soldiers can only eat a meal of dry rice balls with plums.

"Okay, I'll ask that Japanese rape dog to raise a man to pick some worthless ones and send them to you, and by the way, send a car to transport your supplies back first." Lu Xiangyang also agreed with his opinion.

"Yo, you're okay, I haven't seen you for a while, and you've accepted your little brother." Zhao Yi heard that there was also a Japanese rape to assist, and quipped.

"Gentlemen, there was an agreement signed in Geneva by European countries on preferential treatment of the wounded, and I personally agree with it. At my suggestion, our army will release some wounded Japanese prisoners. You'll see them later. Zhao Yi walked back from the tank.

"Your Excellency Commander, may I ask which unit of the Qing army are you?" Krillman asked anxiously.

Hearing that Zhao Yi was going to release the wounded prisoners of the Japanese army, presumably the news that he had just said about the frontal defeat of the Japanese army should not be false.

"Qing army? No, no, no, we are the army of China, but not the army of the Qing army," Zhao Yi replied.

"Gentlemen, I beg your pardon that, as a commander, I think I have a lot of urgent military affairs to attend to, so I will take my leave. You can wait here for the arrival of the wounded. Zhao Yi excused himself and fled.

In fact, he didn't figure out how to reveal the identity of the traverser to the various forces. It's the second day of traveling to this plane, and there are so many urgent things that need to be dealt with right away that the time-travelers simply don't have time to discuss it.

Zhao Yi left with half of his troops, leaving half of his troops to guard the bridgehead. The aerial reconnaissance of the North American Mustang is an unsolvable and practical bug in this time and space, and after receiving the news that there is no formation of a large number of Japanese troops nearby, Zhao Yi calmly withdraws away.

Zhao Yi is really a person who has never been a serious leader, since he doesn't want to show his identity to all forces when the situation is unclear. An unorganized and undisciplined person like Li Sahu should not be left in this place where he can come into contact with reporters.