Chapter 5: The Innocent (Twelve)

The sudden sound of chanting scriptures made Kawada Kunihara and others look at each other. They had never realized before that a group of numb and humble lackeys actually had normal human emotions, but this shock lasted for only a short moment. In the blink of an eye, they turned their eyes to the little lama who knelt next to the body of the fake commander Yang Yaozu and took the lead in chanting scriptures, and kept nodding gently.

He was cruel enough, bold enough, and sinister enough. He actually took advantage of the opportunity to send Yang Yaozu on the road and became the soul of this team in one fell swoop. At this moment, the three battalion commanders under Yang Yaozu were just looking down and secretly wiping their tears. He never expected that someone had already set his sights on the position of the regiment commander that had just been vacant.

Such talents have always been welcomed by the Japanese Empire. For the last time, Kotaki first communicated with Shiro Shirakawa and Kunira Kawada with his eyes, then walked slowly to the little lama and gently pressed the person's shoulder with his palm. "Captain Yang has washed away his shame with blood. I will urge the Xing'an Security Command to pay his family according to the treatment of the death."

"Thank you for your kindness." The little lama was surprised and happy. He turned around and shouted in a particularly loud voice.

"Thank you the grace of Taijun." "Thank you the grace of Taijun." Several officers of the security brigade who had always had good friendship with Yang Yaozu also wiped their tears and bowed to Eryu for the last time. Although they also had to bear the pain of losing their relatives, for the wife of the pseudo-subject commander Yang Yaozu, the treatment of the family members of the fallen commander and the treatment of the family members of the exterminated deserter were one in the sky and the other underground. The former could give her a generous pension, saving some money, and not worrying about freezing or hunger for at least ten years. However, the latter made her have nothing to gain except a humiliating notice, and she would even be bullied by the pseudo-subject security chief. The chiefs of the accomplice used this as an excuse to bully her.

"You're welcome, I just think that Yang Jun's work hard before, and take care of his family." Eryu waved his hand gently for the last time, deliberately pretending to be a Confucian general who was lenient and strict, "The military law is ruthless. Since he made a mistake, he has to pay the corresponding price. But merit is merit, and fault is fault. The Imperial Army will not ignore his previous contribution because of his mistake this time."

"Thank you the grace of Taijun." "Thank you the grace of Taijun." The little lama and several officers of the security brigade who had always had good friendship with Yang Yaozu bowed deeply again, wishing to take out their hearts immediately and let Taijun see the loyalty engraved on it.

"Okay." Eryu waved his hand gently again for the last time, interrupting the flattery of the officers. "The funeral of Captain Yang has been dealt with. Next, we have to find a way to wash away his shame. Xiao Jun, can you take on this important task?"

"I." Although I have been fighting for this opportunity to go to power at all costs, the little lama still felt his heart beating disobediently. Looking at Eryu's last time, he looked at him with panic, "I dare not, I dare not, Deputy Liu, Battalion Commander Li, Pan, and Xia, they are both more experienced and more qualified than me."

"I just made the mistake of Yang Jun, but you." Eryu deliberately put her face on her face for the last time and said in a deep voice, "Why, do you have the courage to make the mistake of him? Do you have the courage to make the mistake of him? Do you have the courage to inherit his unfulfilled ambition?"

"This" the little lama looked embarrassed, turned his head, looked pitifully at several bosses who were older than their official positions and qualifications, and asked them to take the initiative to take the initiative to take the burden.

Although the three battalion commanders Liu, Li, Pan and Xia were not convinced that the little lama took the opportunity to take over, they did not have the courage to sweep the face of the "Japanese Taijun". They smiled embarrassedly and said, "Brother Xiao, since Taijun appreciates you, you should carry the burden. Anyway, you were going to be promoted to battalion commander, so there would be no problem to upgrade to another level."

"Yes, yes, Brother Xiao, those who are capable work harder. We all know your abilities."

"Yes, Brother Xiao, be willing to take responsibility, and we will only follow your leader in the future."

"Well, okay, since several commanders look down on Xiao, Xiao will try his best." Xiao Zhongtang, the fake company commander nicknamed Xiao Lama, pretended to be in a difficult manner, and blushed and accepted everyone's persuasion. "If Xiao's ability is not overwhelmed by the heavy responsibility, please ask several commanders to remind Xiao in time, and Xiao should take the initiative to let the virtuous."

"Damn it, I believe you will take the initiative to retreat from the position of commander." Several puppet officers cursed in their hearts, but their faces were pretending to be convinced, and stood shoulder to shoulder in front of the little lama, saluting him, "Captain Xiao, please lead everyone to avenge Captain Yang."

"Xiao will do your best." The little lama returned a military salute without hesitation and quickly entered the role. "Please ask the four to return to the team first to help Xiao boost morale. After Xiao asks Taijun for instructions, he can come up with a feasible solution."

"Yes." Several guys who did not seize the opportunity agreed loudly, turned around and ran into the puppet army.

After seeing the four people in a row, the little lama sorted out his company commander's clothes and turned his head to Eryu for the last time. "Sir, I have two suggestions from my subordinates. I hope the chief can fulfill it."

"Say." Eryu nodded and agreed. Since the little lama was promoted on the front line, he would inevitably give this person some necessary support. Of course, let the puppet army stand by and let the Japanese Imperial Army launch a charge alone. I believe that Commander Xiao will not mention it. If he really had no eyes, Eryu would not be stingy to change someone to be the regiment commander. Anyway, these days, there are some guys who forget their ancestors if they give him a bone, so there is no need to worry that no one will continue to command the group of cannon fodder for the Imperial Army.

"The next charge, my subordinates requested to lead the team in person and put pressure on the Eighth Route Army's position on foot." The little lama saluted gratefully, accompanied Shier carefully to discuss with Eryu for the last time.

"I am very pleased that Xiao Jun can lead the team personally." Eryu was stunned for the last time and responded casually. Then, realizing that the point of the little lama's previous sentence was not here, he raised his eyebrows and asked loudly, "You mean, the battle of dismounting and footsteps, why, is it faster to hike than riding a horse?"

"The sky is too dark, and under the interference of the flares, the war horses are very likely to get out of control." The little lama looked up at the stars in the sky, giving an excuse that was not an excuse.

The average speed of the war horse carrying riders to sprint for a hundred meters is only more than six seconds, while the brothers of the security brigade run 100 meters with guns, but it takes at least fifteen and a half seconds to charge at the position of the Turkish Eighth Route Army. Of course, they ride on horseback faster. However, if they are hit by the Turkish Eighth Route Army again, they will easily stomp the head of the supervision team as before, and run back on foot, but they will not be able to rush into the firepower network composed of machine guns in any case.

But this reason cannot be expressed in any case, and can only rely on the intentions of the parties involved. Fortunately, Eryu's last confusion last last time lasted for only two or three seconds. Soon, he guessed the real intention of the little lama, smiled and patted the other party's shoulder, and praised in a low voice, "Xiao Jun, you are very good, very smart. I like to deal with smart people the most. Just do as you say. Next time you charge, the entire security brigade will dismount and let the opponent see your real skills."

"Thank you, sir." The little lama saluted again, and then continued to say loudly, "My second suggestion is to ask the Imperial Army to provide me with heavy firepower support. Although the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army are well-trained, the number of people is very limited. The subordinates try their best to tempt them to expose all the firepower points and then hand them over to the Imperial Army for a key strike."

"This" Eryu was stunned again for the last time. The Imperial Army was in the main attack, and the Great Japanese Imperial Army covered them. This seemed a bit of putting the cart before the horse. But after a little thought, he understood the cleverness of the little Lama's suggestion. He also acted as cannon fodder, and rushed forward one by one to serve as targets for the Tu Eighth Route Army. The Imperial Army died worthless. Relying on the sacrifice of the Imperial Army, the specific location of the Eighth Route Army was exposed. Then the area covered by the Great Japanese Imperial Army's grenade launcher and field artillery was equivalent to exchanging life for life. Whether it was three or five, the security brigade had ten times the number of enemies, and sooner or later, the Tu Eighth Route Army replaced the Tu Eighth Route Army with the number of ten times the enemy.

In an instant, Eryu looked at the little lama with admiration for the second time. She was cruel, bold, and sinister and cunning. Even though she knew that with the current morale of the security brigade, it would be difficult to take down the position of the Turkish Eighth Route Army with one charge, she was still ready to let her subordinates flow into blood. As long as this tactic has achieved the expected effect, no matter how many times the security brigade was repelled by the Turkish Eighth Route Army, she was still in the stage of tactic execution. The regiment commander of the little lama would not end up with the same fate as Yang Yaozu, and might even make meritorious contributions and then receive commendations from the Imperial Army.

"Okay, I will transfer all the heavy firepower of Kawata brigade to support you. The mortar and grenade launcher of Kawata Squadron will also provide firepower support for you at any time." Before Kawata could guess the little lama's thoughts for the last time, Shirakawa Shiro had made a promise for him and Kawata Kwanaki, "If you have any other suggestions, you can also make any suggestions at any time. I, Kawata and Chief Kawata, will also consider it as appropriate."

"Thank you for your fulfillment." The little lama stood attentively and saluted loudly to Shirakawa Shiro, Kawada Kōaki for the last time, "I haven't expected other suggestions yet. Please give me twenty minutes to organize the team. After twenty minutes, my subordinates will definitely give the three superiors a surprise."

"Okay, we're waiting to see your wonderful performance." As the top leader of the entire team, Kōaki Kawada nodded and finally made a decision, "Go, don't let me down."

"Please wait for the good news." The little lama saluted again, turned around, ran into the puppet army, and was surrounded by other accomplices after leaving Kawada Kyosaki's side. Someone shouted to him for congratulations, some said sarcastic words, and more people looked at him with worry and muttered in a low voice: "Lama, are you kicked in the head by a donkey? We are not our opponents when riding on horseback. Isn't it like to use a live target for others to fight?"

"You have seen the ferocity of the Japanese just now. Next time the war starts, everyone will retreat again, and it will be a dead end. I won't let everyone ride a horse. When everyone can't hold on next time, they will at least be able to lie on the ground and will not be carried back by the war horse to hit the machine gun of the supervising team." The little lama glanced at everyone and roared in a low voice.
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