Chapter 8 Military Action (Seven Seven)

Without being able to judge the enemy's reaction, he only chose to do things that are favorable to him. This is one of the many command tips Zhang Songling learned around Lao Gou. All the time in the 26th Route Spy Corps was added together for only a few months, but those few months allowed him to complete the transformation of a passionate young man to a veteran on the battlefield. It can be said that Zhang Songling's entire life was greatly affected by those months, but he had not realized it yet.

Compared with his calmness now, the performance of Kuroshizhai Junji Fujita's consultant can be described as crazy. After receiving the news of the defeat brought back by the defeated soldiers, his first reaction was to order someone to tie the nine bandits who ran back to report the news to the riverside, shoot them in public, and then swing their arms round and slapped the two Japanese soldiers who escaped from death.

"Bastard, waste, why do you have the courage to come back? Why don't you go to have a caesarean section or defend the honor of the imperial soldiers?" While sucking, Junji Fujita shouted loudly, as if he was a mad dog who had just been pinched by someone's testicles. The two soldiers who were already injured did not dare to avoid or defend, and their straight bodies struggled to support them. In their pitiful perception, if they were defeated, they should be severely punished by military law. Chief Fujita did not tie the two of them to the riverside and shot them to feed the fish. It was already a blessing from the law. As for dignity or disrespect, it was something that only living people are qualified to maintain. Dead people would never have a chance to think about it.

"Bastard! Waste materials, food waste idiots." Seeing the two soldiers' posture of doing anything except death, Junji Fujita felt even more angry and used a small group of troops to supervise the horse thieves to wipe out the Chinese snipers. It was the change he made on the original plan after receiving the initiative from several small group of horse thieves this morning. He thought that with the cannon fodder falling from the sky, he could save himself a little face, but unexpectedly, the first team that returned failed to prove his outstanding knowledge, but instead made the prestige that had already been left fell to the bottom again.

The more he felt that he was no longer supported by the Japanese soldiers under his command, Junji Fujita wanted to use cruel means to maintain his prestige in this army. Seeing that he started to "go crazy" again, most of the Japanese soldiers in the camp took the initiative to hide away, fearing that they would suffer from the disaster of the Chiyu. This morning, the two unlucky guys who were slapped by Junji Fujita this morning were definitely not the only two unlucky guys who had just escaped. The technical soldier, Hamasaki, who was responsible for maintaining the car, had been beaten at least three times because he was unable to restore the car to normal. His whole head was now swollen like a pig's head, but he still had to continue lying under the car and suffer hard. Otherwise, the fourth beating would soon fall on him.

The only one who was not scared to hide was Sakai Takamy. After his extraordinary performance last night, he had already squeezed into the ranks of Junji Fujita's confidants. This opportunity to turn around was too rare. He was unwilling to throw it away easily. Based on the principle of greater risks, the greater the benefits, he slowly moved forward a few steps, hid outside the attack range of Junji Fujita's attack, and said carefully: "Sir, Chief Fujita, there are a few questions from subordinates. I want to ask Mitsui and Junji Matsushita. I don't know if the superior can decide how to punish them after the subordinates have finished asking."

"You, if you have any questions," Junji Fujita suddenly turned his head to Sakai Takamy, his eyes full of contempt. The reason why he announced last night that he would reward the other party was largely to set an example for others to see, rather than really thinking that this person has any extraordinary insights. If he really had the ability, this person would not have been in the Kanto Army for five or six years, but the more he mixed, the lower his position, and finally he was sent to the grassland.

"Yes, yes, yes, my subordinate suddenly remembered several questions and wanted to learn about it through Mitsui and Matsushita. If you disturb the superior, please forgive me." Although the self-esteem was severely destroyed by Junji Fujita's gaze, Sakai Takamy still bowed deeply to show that he really needed the other party to do something conveniently.

"Well," Fujita Junji frowned and pondered. Although he didn't believe in Sakai's clever ability, he found that this person actually provided him with a very good step. Otherwise, if he continued to fight, he would at most seriously injured the top-level Mitsui and first-level Panasonic, but he would definitely not solve any problem. It would be even more impossible to tie them up like horse thieves because of the defeat. The imperial soldier resources are very precious and cannot meet the security needs of the newly conquered territory at the moment. He could have half of the squadrons stationed in Blackshizhai, but he had to come with a lot of connections. If he shot the two-legged animals that he had finally gotten, it would definitely be a loss-making deal. The news was sent back to the Kwantung Army and would leave the superiors with the bad impression that they did not cherish the lives of their brothers. In the future, it would become increasingly difficult to apply for military replenishment.

After weighing the trade-offs, Junji Fujita knew whether he should meet Sakai's request. He pretended to care about the other party's feelings and responded with a frown, "Okay, I'll hand these two waste materials to you for interrogation. You two, remember to answer Sakai's question truthfully, otherwise, don't blame me for serious military discipline."

"Hay." "Hay." The two Japanese soldiers were as if they were amnesty. They bowed deeply at Junji Fujita, raised their heads to look at Sakai Takamy, and their eyes were full of gratitude. "Sir Sakai, please ask if you have any questions, we will definitely answer them seriously."

After saying that, he bowed two times in a row, fearing that Sakai Takamyang would be a little dissatisfied, so he handed them back to the devil Fujita Junji.

"Mirui, Matsushita, you two don't have to be too nervous." Sakai Takamyang enjoyed the gratitude of others to him, and bowed seriously and said in an extremely soothing tone, "There are three questions I want to ask. First, you have caught up with Iriyong Long and the sniper named Zhang at how far away you are from here."

"I, we..." No one of the Private Mitsui and Private Matsushita did not expect the first question to be so simple. After hesitating for a while, he decided to tell the truth, "It should be about thirty miles, no, at most twenty-five miles, on the other side of the river, there was a small forest. Zhiyunlong and Zhang set up an ambush in the woods. We were not prepared, so..."

"Okay, I understand." Sakai Takaming waved his hand and interrupted the two unlucky guys' excessive explanations. The first question he asked was largely just to relieve the tension between the two, and he did not really want to find Zhang Songling. Both sides were cavalrymen, and those guys who died outside must have thrown their mounts to Zhang. Even if they could determine the position of the other party now, when the large army chased and killed them, the other party would have no idea how many miles they had run away, and there was no possibility of blocking them.

Private Mitsui and Private Matsushita did not dare to disobey each other, and looked at each other and swallowed all the extra explanations back into their stomachs. Sakai Takamyung hesitated for a moment and quickly raised the second question, "Is the sergeant Ono killed at the first time of the war? Is the leader of the group of horse thieves also similar to the sergeant who was shot and killed on the spot by a sniper, and there was no time to make any tactical adjustments."

It was also obvious that the two unlucky guys were excused. They could not help but receive their gratitude. They quickly exchanged their eyes. The two unlucky guys bowed to Sakai Gaoming again, "Saki, you, you have a right judgment at all. That sniper is too vicious and doesn't give the chance to issue orders to Soldier Ono."

"He also ambushed a light machine gun in the woods, killing half of the horse thieves at the first time, Kawada Jun and Koyama Jun, too..."

The stronger the enemy is, the more forgiven his failure is. The two unlucky guys are obviously well aware of this and describe it incoherently, regardless of whether these words can stand scrutiny or not.

Even though they knew that the two of them had serious water in their answers, Sakai Gaoming did not expose them. He smiled and interrupted again: "Okay, I know this question too. The third question is, how many people are there on their side, you two must think clearly and answer me."

"They, they..." Private Mitsui and Private Matsushita instinctively wanted to continue to exaggerate the facts, but found that Sakai's eyes suddenly became extremely sharp. They were frightened to their hearts. The lies that had reached their mouths immediately lost their consistency. "They, they seem to have a lot of people, no, not a lot of people, no, not a lot of people, no, not a lot of people, very, very, no..."

"How many people are there?" Junji Fujita, who had been listening coldly, also understood what Sakai Takamyang was going to do, and asked loudly with a calm face.

Seeing that the highest boss joined in again, Mr. Mitsui and Mr. Matsushima became more and more panicked. He lowered his head and muttered in a mosquito-like voice, "Not a lot, probably not a lot. How much do we both didn't see clearly. We didn't dare to look at it. It was because Ruyunlong took advantage of the fact that everyone was stunned and suddenly brought people to kill from the side, carrying a huge machete..."

The truth is very clear, and it is almost unnecessary to imagine. Junji Fujita understood that the two unlucky ghosts in front of him were not unfair to lose, such as the dense forest, ambush, frontal defense, and side sneak attack. Zhang Songling used the same move on Huang Huzi more than a month ago, and also defeated the yellow beard who was almost sure to win. Junji Fujita had privately deduced that if the soldiers of the Great Japanese Empire encountered the same situation, what would be the result? The answer made him very angry. He broke more than a dozen tea cups, and then he slightly relieved his anger. The combination of Ren Yunlong and Zhang Songling was almost born specifically for ambush battles. One was dedicated to sniping the enemy commander and the other was responsible for counterattacking while the chaos was in trouble. The more troops in his hand, the greater the power. With the same equipment and strength, there was almost no move to solve.

If you think so, there is no need to ask too much for Private Mitsui and Private Matsushima. He sighed helplessly. Junji Fujita turned around and walked towards the car. He no longer had to spend any effort to care about the specific locations of the two surnamed Zhang and Ruyunlong. They would definitely come to the door. It won't take long. Junji Fujita believed that he would never make a wrong judgment this time.

"The horse can be repaired. I, I have done my best. Sir, please give me another ten minutes, just ten minutes. I promise, I promise." Skilled Technician Hamazaki thought Junji Fujita was coming to supervise his work again, and he was so scared that he didn't know where he flew to. A wheel came out from under the car, and his red and swollen head kept bowing.

"Practice slowly." To his expectations, Junji Fujita, who was still vicious a few minutes ago, has suddenly become another person. Instead of punishing him for being inefficient in work, he stretched out his hand and took the initiative to remove a few pieces of hay stuck to his shoulders for him. "Don't be too anxious. The team is not busy driving today, you have enough time."

"I, I..." Hamazaki Toshiba had received such high-end treatment several times. She was so moved that she felt hot all over. Her face no longer hurts, her thighs and calves did not tremble. She took a step back and bowed 120 degrees hard. "Please rest assured, I promise to let the car drive within an hour. If the work is not completed by then, I am willing to accept any punishment."

"No, no hurry." Junji Fujita nodded at him with a smile, raised his hands back, and continued to inspect the other Japanese and horse thieves in the camp. He sent a combat team leader Ma thief to actively search for the Chinese sniper and his companions. He expanded on the basis of the strategy he had proposed last night. Now the cruel facts have proved that the method he came up with temporarily would not work at all. Then he might as well take a step back and focus on dealing with the sniper and his companions, first solve the troubles around him, and then consider the problem of eliminating the Lamagou guerrillas. Anyway, the horse thief who rushed to Lamagou one after another in the past few days has exceeded 600 people. With six times the strength of the guerrillas, even if he cannot take the guerrilla headquarters, he can at least drag the Red Beard there, making it difficult to move forward.

"Sir!" Sakai Gaoming didn't know that his boss had a better plan in his heart, so he caught up from behind, nodded and prepared to offer advice. Junji Fujita turned around, looked at him meaningfully, and said first: "You go and notify all officers above the second lieutenant to have a meeting in my tent. We must kill the sniper today, and we will never suffer any future troubles."

"Hay." Sakai Gaoming was stunned for a moment, and then quickly responded. Junji Fujita's idea was equivalent to completely overturning the march plan that had just been formulated last night. Doing so would undoubtedly make the morale of the military more chaotic, but he was just a small chief Cao and was not qualified to question any decision of a major, especially when the major could go wild at any time. Protecting himself was undoubtedly the best choice. This was the same for him and all low-level officers.
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