Chapter 5: The innocent child (16 chapters)

The little lama didn't notice when Shirakawa Shiro came to him. He was caught off guard and was beaten so hard that Venus was staggering around. He staggered for half a circle before he could barely stop his body again. He held his swollen cheeks in his hand, and his face was full of shock, "Tai, Taijun, I, different from them, I am a Manchu, Manchu."

"You are still quibbling, the Eighth Route Army has already run away, but it took you twenty standing to get to the position." As soon as you slapped the little lama, Shirakawa Shiro realized that he had vented the anger he had been perfunctorily with his subordinates on this unlucky guy, but he did not intend to apologize to the little lama, and the other party was not qualified to accept his apology, so he frowned and continued to make excuses, "The Kanto Army spent so much money to support you, and hired instructors for you from the empire. You, but you are not even ashamed to say that you are Manchu. If you have you, the wastes in Manchu, may your national fortune last long?"

"What Taijun taught me is that what Taijun taught me is." The little lama didn't have the courage to speak, and he covered his face with his hands, nodded and bowed. "My subordinates' movements just now were indeed slower, slower, but he also wanted to ensure that they would no longer be fooled by the Eighth Route Army. You also know that they like to play conspiracies the most."

"If you can see through the conspiracy of the Eighth Route Army, you will not be just a small company commander." Shiro Shirakawa curled his lips. The more he looked, the more he felt that the little lama and other puppet army leaders were disliked. They were both Chinese, and the other ones were all famous good men. Although they stood opposite to the Great Japanese Empire, the lackeys supported by the Great Japanese Empire in Manchuria were one by one, one by one, and one by one, and one by one, and one by one, if one day the Great Japanese Imperial Army had something to transfer to other places, and they were expecting these incompetent and shameless guys to achieve rule over the newly conquered areas. Is this possible? How could a group of boneless mollusks be the opponents of tigers and leopards? It was almost the same to make snacks for the other party.

For the first time in his life, Shirakawa Shiro was somewhat suspicious of the current goal of China's conquest, and some were too out of reality. China was too big, too big, far greater than the imagination of the planners of the military, and the complexity was far greater than everyone's expectations. Those guys who talked on paper only saw the weakness of the Chinese government army, but never carefully considered how to rule the newly conquered areas after defeating the Chinese government army. If every county town sent troops, it would probably not be enough to send all the soldiers and reserves of the Great Japanese Empire to China. If there was no time to send troops to the station, or the garrison troops were too thin, a red beard would appear in that place, and the situation would soon become more troublesome than before the Chinese government army was driven away.

‘The only way is probably to support the Imperial Army and use the Chinese to fight the Chinese. The Mongolian Yuan Dynasty, which was eliminated by the support of the Han army in the north, was the Southern Song Dynasty. When the Qing Dynasty entered the pass, it also received the support of a large number of Han generals such as Wu Sangui and Shang Kexi. This was a road of success that had been proven by history. It should not be very complicated. However, for some reason, it was also a conquest of Chinese civilization. The Mongolian Yuan did it, the Qing Dynasty did it, and it was the turn of the Yamato nation to do it, but it was extremely difficult to go,’

‘Is it because the murders were not cruel enough? There were three massacres in Yangzhou in the Qing Dynasty and the three massacres in Jiading in 10 days. The Japanese army also created a massacre that shocked the world in Nanjing. Three hundred thousand corpses should be enough to shock the entire Chinese. Why are the fire of resistance in other places burning more and more vigorously?’

'Is it too little to give people who sell themselves and seek refuge, and it can't be a demonstration effect of buying horse bones for a thousand gold coins? When the Qing Dynasty entered the pass, several Han princes were granted. How many people did the Great Japanese Empire support? Puyi, Qi Xieyuan, Wang Jingwei, and even the King of De who could not have been on the table gave the title of Chairman of the Mongolian and Xinjiang Autonomous Government. Why are they still winning over the hand of a bunch of garbage? A little like a little people disdain for the benefits given by the Great Japanese Empire?'

"Maybe, there will be a big problem at the beginning of this plan. Nowadays and China in history are still a bit." Thinking about it with depression, Kawada Kōta and Kotaki rushed over in the command car for the last time and sent him an invitation, "Shirakawa, get on the car quickly. We both agreed that we should not let these 8th Route Army members leave alive in any case."

"Oh, ah, wait, I'll come soon, I'll come soon." Shirakawa Shiro's thoughts were interrupted, and he was stunned for a moment, and ran towards the command car, "Chasing, this time, even if he chases to the horizon, he can't let them go."

"Chase, kill them all, kill them all to avenge the warriors of the Empire." The Japanese soldiers who were sitting in the car were holding rifles and machine guns, and agreed weakly. They had not had a rest for more than ten hours since they were fighting yesterday. Each of them was extremely tired. However, the three commanders refused to give up with the Tuya Eighth Route Army. Those who were small soldiers could say anything to stop them. They could only call according to the wishes of Kawada Kunaki and others to use this to induce anesthesia and encouragement.

Also exhausted but had to continue gritting their teeth, there were the puppet soldiers in the Xing'an Garrison Brigade. Their physical strength, morale and training levels were far less than those of the Kwantung Army soldiers. They were so tired that they wanted to find a mud pit to immediately roll in and sleep. However, when they were dogs, they had to be a dog. Before the owner had rested, even if they were so tired that they vomited blood, they had to work hard to run in front of the convoy in exchange for a basin of leftovers.

The only thing that made the puppet army and the Japanese were fortunate that after more than ten hours of hard fighting, the bullets and grenades in the guerrillas were almost exhausted, and there was no condition to continue to arrange too many boasts on the way to retreat. Therefore, they only paid the price of seven or eight puppet army and more than a dozen war horses. They found the traces of the guerrillas again on the small road near the river beach.

"It should have just been ten minutes since. They have just fed horses here and cleaned the wounds for the wounded." The interim supreme commander of the security brigade and the acting first regiment commander, the little lama, pulled his fingers out of a pile of hot horse manure, put them in his mouth and licked them, and then ran happily to the command car to report to Kyoto Kawada.

"Are you sure, how confident are you?" Kawada Kunaki was disgusted by seeing it, leaned back and asked with a frown.

"It's very certain that if you chase this road for another half an hour, you will definitely see their shadows. Most of the horses under their crotch are hybrid improved varieties of Liao horses and Don hippos. Although they are much stronger in size and sprint speed than Mongolian horses, they also have high requirements for feed. The endurance of long-distance running is far inferior to traditional Mongolian horses." As a cavalry, the little lama, despite not seeing how good he is in war, has a lot of experience in studying animals. After a few words, he explained clearly the basis for his judgment.

"Hey," Kawada Kunaki hesitated, turned his head to Kotaki next to him for the last time, trying to consult the latter's opinion.

For Okushi, whether he can wipe out Zhang Songling and others is of little significance to him. Anyway, the commander-in-chief of this operation is Kawada Kunizaki. Whether it is successful or not, the responsibility will not fall on Okushi. Therefore, after a little hesitation, he quickly gave a reply, "I think Captain Xiao's judgment is reasonable. It will be dawn soon. As long as the guerrillas are out of the river, even if we chase the poor road, we will have a chance to turn around."

"They shouldn't choose another way." Before Kawada Kantaki made a decision, Shiro Shirakawa turned around and offered his own opinions. "According to the map, there are only two arch bridges on the Liuhua River for horses to pass through. The closest one is more than 40 miles ahead. If the guerrillas want to get rid of us, they will cross the bridge first and then use grenades to blow the bridge deck. This should be the best choice at present."

"Then chase them quickly and intercept them on the river no matter what." Kawada Kunihara excitedly pounded the driver's seat back with his hand and ordered at the top of his lungs.

"Boom boom boom." The command vehicle roared and discharged several large clouds of black smoke, and continued to chase forward along the path along the Liuhua River. The troop truck following behind quickly followed, and the wheels rolled, pressing several ugly traces of the grassland in the morning light.

"Chasing, chasing the Eighth Route Army, killing them all to avenge the Taijun." The little lama rode a blue-gray mount and followed more than half a meter behind the side of the command car, never leaving.

In yesterday's battle, the security brigade suffered heavy casualties, so he did not have any spare horses to rotate and ride. Soon, with his hard-working performance, he once again attracted the attention of Kōaki Kawada, "Xiao Jun, are you a Mongolian? Your riding skills are very good."

"Taking Taijun, I don't know if I am a Mongolian. Not long after I was born, I was thrown at the entrance of the Lama Temple. So I have been a lama since I was a child. It was not until my master sat in the process of becoming a monk and went to Zhang Xueliang's army to make a living." Hearing the Japanese take the initiative to talk to him, the bones on the little lama's body immediately became lighter, he thought about it and responded carefully.

"This is why they call you little lama." Kawada Kunaki also needs to cheer up by speaking, open his voice, and try to make his voice heard by the other party.

Although the little lama was powerful, he was light and weak in his body and bravery, but he was ranked among the puppet troops. Seeing that Kōaki Kawata was very talkative, he also raised his voice by several points and replied with a clear amplitude that everyone in the command car could hear clearly: "Not only that, yes, because the little man's master was surnamed Xiao, so the little man also followed his surname. When he first served as a soldier to eat food, everyone thought I had a high voice, so he called me a nickname and called Xiao Laba. Who knew that he would call me, but I didn't know what happened, so he became a little lama again. But this is good, just in line with my old job."

"Oh, the origin of this nickname is interesting." Kawada Kunaki smiled and commented loudly. Two war horses that had collapsed due to fatigue were found in the grass ahead. Without looking closely, you will know that it was left behind by the guerrillas. This shows that the little lama's previous judgment was very accurate and worthy of his reward.

"Oh, the name is just a code name. Anyway, I don't even know what my surname should be. What's the difference between Xiao Laba and Xiao Lama?" Captain Xiao, who also saw the corpse of a war horse in the grass, shook his head and tried to respond with a calm and gentle look.

"You are also very interesting. There are not many Chinese people like you." Kawada Kunihara smiled again and said with a bit of praise.
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