Hirata Ichiro was confused for a while. He picked up the phone several times and wanted to personally ask the puppet army officers at the He family base if they really saw Noichi Fujimura failing.

But Hirata Ichiro let it go several times.

Let's keep waiting.

I don’t know how long I waited, but the doorman’s knocking sounded: “Zhong Zuo.”

Hirata Ichiro immediately felt even more frightened when he heard the man's voice.

But you still have to face what you should face.

Hirata Ichiro could only try his best to suppress his emotions: "Come in."

The correspondent with a swollen face on his face gritted his teeth and reported to Hirada Ichirohui: "Nakasa, I have confirmed that Fujimura Noichi and Jiang Deshui have indeed failed."

"Baga, it's impossible, Baga, it's impossible!" Hearing the bad news, Hirata Ichiro's emotions erupted again.

He threw the table in front of him to the ground, and the water cup was smashed to pieces.

Hirata Ichiro still couldn't accept it and couldn't figure it out at all. How could more than 3,000 people fail? They also brought six cannons.

The correspondent lowered his head, not daring to look Hirada Ichiro in the eyes, nor dared to speak.

"Where is Noichi Fujimura, you should be back." After venting, Hirata Ichiro said to the correspondent.

"Master Fujimura hasn't come back..." The correspondent didn't finish his words.

Hirata Ichiro interrupted in surprise: "Baga, what did you say? Fujimura Noichi was not back?"

More than 3,000 people were defeated, and did Fujimura Nochi died in battle?

"There are only dozens of people who came back, Jiang Deshui and Noda Jun." The correspondent's voice was lower than that of the mosquito, as if he was fighting the defeat.

"Baga, what did you say? Only Jiang Deshui and Noda Jun are back?!!" Hirata Ichiro's voice almost exploded the correspondent's ears.

What a joke, there are more than 3,000 people, and only dozens of people come back. This is simply a big deal!

Hirata Ichiro used to describe the new Ichi ball as bamboo, which has been developing secretly, but now it suddenly appears. It must have accumulated enough nutrition and strength.

Hirata Ichiro did not dare to be careless and sent more troops to encircle and suppress the new regiment.

But now, the facts seem to prove that the troops he sent were still insufficient.

According to this calculation, the real force of the new regiment will definitely be more than two thousand.

Although there were not many fights between the new regiment commander Li Yunlong and Hirata Ichiro, Hirata Ichiro knew that this person was extremely cunning, and Li Yunlong must have hidden his troops.

The real force of the new regiment is most likely to be above three or four thousand.

Even if the New First Regiment has less than three or four thousand troops, it must have been the Eighth Route Army in other places that secretly increased its troops against the New First Regiment.

Only in this way can it be explained why Jiang Deshui and Fujimura Noichi were defeated?

"Where are Jiang Deshui and Noda Jun, bring them to see me!" Hirata Ichiro roared.

He wanted to verify with Jiang Deshui and Noda how many troops the New Regiment has.

How did they fight like this?

"He, he, they are outside the gendarmerie." The correspondent replied nervously, "They don't, dare not come to see you."

It was also because the correspondent saw Jiang Deshui, Noda and others coming back with his own eyes that he dared to come and report to Hirata Ichiro again.

Hirata Ichiro immediately stepped out of the door without any hesitation.

Outside the military police, the team leader Noda, Jiang Deshui and others were waiting tremblingly, one by one like eggplants made of frost.

Seeing the military captain Hirata Ichiro rushed out in anger, everyone immediately lowered their heads and did not dare to let out.

Especially Jiang Deshui and others, their legs kept sifting away, and some people's pants were wet.

The guards of the military police also became cautious.

Although they did not participate in the war, Captain Pingtian was furious after such a big defeat, and everyone had to worry.

Hirata Ichiro looked at Noda, Jiang Deshui and others in this way, and his heart seemed to be hit hard.

Seeing that it was true, he saw with his own eyes. A team of more than 3,000 people set out in a hurry. Now dozens of people came back, all of whom looked so frightened and embarrassed. There was no reason to disbelief.

"Come on," Hirata Ichiro shouted loudly.

"Hayi." A group of military police responded.

"Take all the waste that discarded the guns and kill them!" Hirata Ichiro roared.

"Taijun, please spare me."

"Give me your life, Taijun."

"Taijun, please spare me."

...

The puppet soldiers who survived Jiang Deshui all knelt down and begged for mercy.

In order to reduce the weight, they threw all their guns away.

Jiang Deshui and several surviving puppet army officers were also secretly grateful in their hearts.

Fortunately, they were officers and they were equipped with pistols.

The pistol is not heavy, but fortunately it is not discarded.

Otherwise, they would have been taken away and killed together now.

"As a soldier, guns are the foundation of your life. If you lose your guns in order to escape, you are not worthy of living anymore!" After Hirata Ichiro said that the Japanese soldiers of the military police ruthlessly dragged away the puppet soldiers who had abandoned the guns.

"Taijun, Taijun, I have another letter to you, and I have another letter to you, which was sent to me by the Xinyi Group." The puppet soldier who was delivering the letter took out the letter and shouted immediately.

He hopes to rely on this letter to gain hope of survival.

When Hirata Ichiro heard that the Xinyi regiment actually sent him a letter, he waved his hand and dragged the Japanese military police who sent the puppet army soldiers to send the letter to him and let it go.

The puppet soldiers who delivered the letter were like an amnesty, came to Hirata Ichiro and handed the letter in his hands, with hope all over his eyes.

While taking the letter, Hirata Ichiro took out the gun and personally killed the puppet soldier who delivered the letter.

The latter's eyes widened and died with his eyes open.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

...

As a sound of gunfire sounded, the only puppet troops standing in front of Hirata Ichiro were Jiang Deshui, his subordinates as a puppet army commander and a puppet army battalion commander.

The rest are Noda and a dozen Japanese soldiers.

The combat qualities of Japanese soldiers are not comparable to those of the puppet army. Even if they are defeated and retreated, the weapon is not discarded.

More than a dozen Japanese soldiers, their weapons are still there.

No one was dragged to shoot.

"Look at what kind of waste you have taught you, and you have learned to be a messenger for the Eighth Route Army." Hirata Ichiro threw the letter into Jiang Deshui's face.

"Yes, yes, Taijun." Jiang Deshui trembled and quickly caught the letter, and then became embarrassed.

He held the letter in his hands, and handed it over with both hands, or tore it.

"Read for me." Hirada Ichiro shouted, "I want to see what Shinichituan said in the letter."

"Taijun, Xinyituan must have not said good things in the letter, why don't we tear it up?" Jiang Deshui suggested in a low voice.

Since the Anti-Japanese War, they have never said anything good in the letters they communicated with the Eighth Route Army.

Now, Jiang Deshui beat the war like shit, which has made Hirata Ichiro very angry.

In this letter, Xinyituan must have said something very annoying.

If this continues to add fuel to Hirata Ichiro's temper, Jiang Deshui is extremely suspicious that his life is likely to be out of order.

"Remember!" Hirata Ichiro glared at Jiang Deshui.
Chapter completed!