"I have this idea, but-" Yang Tianfeng smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying, "Although I have a lot of people, my equipment is very poor. The gun repair factory lacks steel and materials, and has not been produced for a long time. I am afraid he is powerless! If he loses a battle, wouldn't he lose the word."

"This is easy to deal with." Miyamoto said very crisply: "After having dinner, I will take you to see Commander Watanabe. As long as he supports your military operations, the weapons and ammunition will be resolved."

Commander Watanabe, Yang Tianfeng had a headache. He had seen a guy who was very vicious and vulgar twice. But for the sake of long-term plans, he really had to deal with him.

But none of these were the main ones. His eyes were on the map, Kaifeng, Zhengzhou, Yellow River, Gardenkou... Suddenly, he suddenly remembered something, a very important thing. He just felt his heart beat violently, and then he pulsed rapidly uncontrollably, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly.

"Yang Sang, Commander Watanabe is not that scary." Miyamoto saw Yang Tianfeng's sudden change in color, patted his shoulder with consolation and said with a smile: "He doesn't like the slutty cartilage guy, you should be a little masculine. Look, just like you were competing with me for a geisha in Tokyo, showing some courage."

Yang Tianfeng swallowed hard, and finally moved his eyes away from the map. He laughed dryly, and said, "Miyamoto-kun, I'd better not go. Look at me-" He took off his hat, pointed to the bandage on his head, and emphasized, "This is a joke. When my injury is healed, it's not too late to go to see Commander Watanabe again. As for weapons and equipment, as long as Miyamoto-kun does his best, I'm extremely grateful if Commander Watanabe approves or not."

Seeing that Yang Tianfeng was very determined and the persuasion was ineffective, Miyamoto was helpless and had to give up. After dinner, Miyamoto went to see Watanabe and left Yang Tianfeng waiting for news.

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On the playground, several teams of devils were stomping in formations and slashing, roaring wildly, like a group of murderous devils and a wild beast that had lost its humanity. A Japanese soldier was alone on the side, and was beaten with his mouth, his nose, and his mouth was bleeding. But the Japanese soldier was beaten by a fierce attack, trying to stand up straight every time, and stood at the right moment with his chest, shouting "Hayi" like a wooden man, letting blood drip from his face.

"Hey, ha!" Watanabe fell over his shoulder and threw his opponent far away. With a "bang!", he fell heavily to the ground, stirring up a piece of smoke and dust.

Watanabe is a very cruel bastard. He is as powerful as a bull and likes to fall. He often lets Japanese soldiers capture innocent Chinese as his opponents. He will never stop until he is half dead.

Seeing that his opponent was knocked unconscious, amid the cheers of Zhang Mukang, Watanabe tried his best to stand upright with his chest as he pretended to be majestic, and the breeze swelled his white shirt in the sun. He thought his actions were very good to show the "Bushido" spirit of the Great Japanese Empire.

At this time, Miyamoto walked over from a distance and came directly to Jiro Watanabe. Zhang Mukakura quickly smiled and bowed deeply. Miyamoto just nodded coldly and smiled at Watanabe, saying, "You are so happy. I wonder if your opponent today can let you perform and enjoy it a little?"

Watanabe shook his head, curled his lips, and looked unaware of it, and said, "The Chinese are really bad. It's hard to have fun even if you can't even get through a round!"

"Your Jiu Jitsu is a rare rival even in Japan, let alone the Chinese people who are known as the sick man in East Asia." Miyamoto looked at the Chinese man who was lying motionless on the ground and gave a decent compliment. Seeing Watanabe smiling, he continued, "I have some things to report to you. I wonder if you have time?"

"Yo Xi." Watanabe reached out to take the coat, put it on her body, pointed to the unconscious man on the ground, waved his hand gently, and said to Zhang Mukang: "Take it outside, and you will find someone better next time."

"Hayi. But no matter how powerful he is, he is not the commander's opponent!" Zhang Mukang nodded like a skinny dog, and took the order and left.

Watanabe and Miyamoto walked into the house. After sitting down, Miyamoto was straight to the point and told him about his plan to help Yang Tianfeng.

"Miyamoto, should you be more cautious when strengthening Yang Tianfeng's strength?" Watanabe touched his chin and his attitude was very hesitant.

Miyamoto pushed his glasses and said calmly: "Your Excellency, you know that there have always been two factions in the military provinces. One faction believes that the Chinese people's mud houses should be pushed away with tanks and bulldozers, and then learn from Qin general Bai Qi, and the extra Chinese labor force should be pitted. Use machines to farm, and turn China into a warehouse of wheat grain. The other faction believes that the strategy of mercy should be used to implement the merger of villages and villages, holding whips in one hand and sugarcane in the other, forcing them to work, and providing cheap labor with holy wars! I wonder what you think?"

Watanabe thought about it, shook his head and said, "It's probably not that easy to farm with machines! Relatively speaking, I still agree with the latter method. The Chinese are cowardly and dare to resist the Imperial Army. As long as you use bloody means to shock China into a logistics base for the Greater East Asian jihad."

"Not bad." Miyamoto nodded softly and sighed: "The wheat and cotton are everywhere here, so beautiful and rich. In the Kyushu Four Kingdoms, we see the rippling sea water, but here are the vast wheat fields with green waves. The wind blows the wheat waves, which is intoxicating! We need endless food, as well as cotton and minerals. Only when the rear stabilizes, the Japanese Imperial Army can occupy more land and achieve greater victory. Your Excellency Doihara once said: There are many factions in the Chinese people and there are many contradictions. And we want the Chinese people to conflict on their own, and provide some money and bullets for the Chinese people who are willing to serve the Imperial Army, so that they can recruit scattered soldiers and brave men and maintain local public order. Isn't that the same as our wishes? If we don't learn Bai Qi, we must learn to be at ease in the relationship between all parties, pull out a thousand pounds, and get the greatest benefits at the lowest cost."

"Hehe, Your Excellency Doihara is worthy of being a Chinese expert, and what Miyamoto said is also very reasonable. I am only worried that Yang Tianfeng will have a strange intention if he has the strength. I don't believe in the Chinese people." Watanabe still had doubts, but his tone was no longer so firm.
Chapter completed!