Nagumo Zaoji, who successfully found the blame but was also extremely depressed, stayed in the field headquarters of the wing built by the mountains, looking out the window at the dark night in northern China, pondering.

There was no fire in the camp, and after the field trenches were erected under the windproof lanterns, all the troops went into bunkers to rest and were ordered not to have fire, so as not to be attacked by the Chinese.

It wasn't because the division commander scolded him in the telegram, but after trying the fighting power of the Chinese peasant army, which was not weak or even somewhat strong, Nagumo began to think about what he should do.

No wonder the 1st Mixed Brigade stationed in Rehe would throw this hot potato to the headquarters, it turned out that it was really not so easy to eat! There is also a reason to say that the troops are insufficient, and as far as their four or five thousand people are all transferred, I am afraid that they will not really be able to do anything to this group of Chinese!

Through this battle, Nagumo Zaoji has already understood that he really thought too much before, relying only on his infantry wing, even if he gnawed down the hard bone in front of him with heavy casualties, people could run farther into the mountains, and with his troops, it would be a fool's dream to blockade them.

If nothing else, those elusive Chinese gunmen alone may have increased his losses a lot. No one can keep their spirits as vigilant as they did tonight.

On the first night after the war, the 20th Infantry Wing, which had already been beaten, tried to prevent the Chinese from taking advantage of the night to sneak attack. Three infantry brigades of more than 3,000 men spent three hours digging complete trenches on the frozen frozen soil, not to mention that they even used up the reserves of the baggage brigade and pulled up barbed wire 50 meters in front of the trenches, which was much tighter than when they marched here.

It didn't look like his 20th Infantry Wing was besieging the Chinese, but the Chinese were besieging him. Although he was a little aggrieved, Nagumo Zaoji still ordered all the officers and soldiers to do so, and asked the soldiers in charge of guarding the trenches not to light fires to prevent being shot coldly.

This battle cannot be fought like this. He Nagumo Zaoji brought these good guys to China to find financial resources, instead of throwing his life in the snow of China, so how can he Nangumo Zaoji face those white-haired mothers who are looking for him to have a son after returning to Osaka?

However, the military orders of the Kwantung Army Command could not be violated. The Fourth Division, which had already borne the reputation of a "wrecked" division, could no longer afford to lose.

Nanyun Zaoji Dazuo looked out the window with a solemn brow on his leaning knife, hoping that the cold night in northern China could give him an answer.

The door was suddenly opened, the cold wind rushed in from outside the door, Nanyun Zaoji couldn't help frowning, without showing a trace, tightened the collar of his adjutant's military uniform, looked back at the deputy wing captain Ono Nagayama Nakasa, who had a somewhat strange face, and asked in a deep voice: "Ono-kun, in such a hurry, is there any movement by the Chinese?" ”

"Yes, there is a strange thing for you to decide." Ono Nagayama nodded, the discoloration on his face even thicker. "We caught a Chinese."

"Chinese? The enemies who appear here are all dead and dead. Do you need to report this little thing to me? A hint of anger flashed across Nagumo's face, and at the same time, more dissatisfaction.

Although he did not want to burn down the houses of Chinese civilians and rob them of their property and kill them like pigs and dogs like some divisions, in his opinion, abusing civilians is really detrimental to the honor of a soldier, but this does not mean that he does not want to kill Chinese after losing nearly 300 soldiers.

Especially now that this distracting moment, it's always good to have a punching bag. But for such a trivial matter, it is still necessary for him to make a decision? When did the officers of the 20th Infantry Wing become so unresponsible? Just kill a little Chinese, where is the prestige of the imperial army?

"No, Your Excellency, the Chinese wants to see you. He said, "You'll meet him." Ono Nagayama replied.

While answering, he quietly handed a box to the second-hand hand of Nagumo Manufacturing, which was somewhat unclear.

After seeing the two big characters written in Chinese on the box, Nanyun Zaoji's eyes suddenly opened, opened the box with his own hands, and saw a few small pills that were quite familiar, and his face became the same as his deputy captain, full of surprise.

At this moment, he finally knew why Ono Nagayama's face was different. What does this Chinese who broke into the defense zone late at night to deliver gifts want to do? What is his purpose?

Neither of them spoke, and all kinds of questions unfolded between the eye contact between the Japanese army Osa and Nakasa.

After a moment of silence, Nagumo Zaoji spoke, "Ono-kun, go and bring that Chinese here, and send someone to inform Lieutenant Sato to rush to the headquarters immediately, remember, don't let anyone else know about this matter." ”

"Hey, my subordinates understand." Ono Nagayama nodded heavily, turned around and walked out of the temporary headquarters built with field tents as the main body.

After more than 20 minutes, Ono Nagayama, who had returned, entered the headquarters with a fat man wearing a cotton robe and gown, with several large stains on his body, and a few black and swollen pieces on his face.

This is not Liu Tuanzuo and that again? It's just that Liu Tuanzuo, who is not wearing a military uniform at this time, definitely looks like a Chinese businessman who has been bullied a lot, especially when he has a few scars on his face and is full of resentment.

Liu Tuanzuo on the battlefield may also have injuries on his face, but it is more of a hideous murderous aura, rather than a weak person at the mercy of others as he is now.

Nanyun Zaoji, who was sitting at the table and looking at the map with a horse lamp, raised his head very indifferently, looking at the Chinese fat man who had obviously suffered a lot in front of him, and a fierce color flashed on his face: "Chinese, do you understand that any Chinese who appear in the area where the two armies are engaged are enemies of the Great Japanese Empire, and they will die?" ”

Lao Tzu must have seen the World War II version of the robot cat, this was Liu Lang's first thought after entering the tent and seeing the Japanese soldier Dazuo who pretended to look at the map.

This big Zuo with a round head, round face, round eyes, and round nose carrying the rank of the Japanese army is more round than Fan Shaozeng, Fan Ha'er, and he doesn't say anything, the special mother doesn't have a neck, just a head stacked on a pouting belly, if you give him the right blue, and then give him a belly pocket that can dig out all kinds of strange things, a humanoid robot cat that can get rid of it.

MMB's,No, Hiroshi Fujimoto, this guy just saw the goods in front of him and had the prototype of the character of Doraemon! Liu Lang thought.

Anyway, even if this very pretending to be dead at every turn, Liu Tuanzuo did not have the slightest fear, but wanted to be happy.

In fact, you can imagine what Doraemon will look like after wearing the uniform of the Japanese army. At this time, Liu Tuanzuo couldn't help but laugh, and it had already taken a lot of effort.

"Your Excellency, this is the so-called hospitality of the Imperial Army of Japan? I once went to Rehe to talk to Your Excellency Dazuo about business, not only did I not have a glass of water and wine on a cold day, but I was insulted by this. Come, come, Your Excellency Dazuo, you have the ability to shoot here, if you frown, you are not a hero. Liu Lang's face was full of grief and indignation, and he struggled to break free from the grip of the two Japanese soldiers behind him, and said loudly.

Liu Tuanzuo borrowed the name of Xiaobing Zengshui without any shame, anyway, no one knew who he was except his own people.

MMB, if Nagumo makes two will say this. He must have complained like this. The Chinese fat man in front of him is definitely a good hand at talking about business. Just at this unsparing hooligan, he already smelled the unique smell of a strong profiteer. It's like a prostitute's thick smell of fat powder.

Not only is his fat head and big ears different from ordinary thin Chinese, obviously a drunkard and meat man, but his seemingly heroic words that reveal countless information are definitely a veteran of business negotiations.

Nanyun Zaoji's previous threatening words are actually the ancient Chinese saying that they are a common means in business negotiations, and they must first occupy a psychological advantage in order to better communicate.

How do you know that the Chinese fat man in front of him is very powerful, but he gave him a trick that he didn't hesitate to, which means that if you have the ability, you will kill your brother, and if you kill your brother, there will be no business to discuss.

But business really has to be discussed, and after seeing those few small pills, Nagumo Zaoji has decided to talk to this mysterious Chinese no matter what.

Because, the price of those small pills in Japan is already as high as 30 yen each. You know, a high-ranking soldier under his command only gets eight yen a month, and it takes four months to save up to buy a piece. Even his big sa, 200 yen a month, can't buy a few pieces.

But this Chinese profiteer, who appeared quite unexpectedly, gave a good thing that made people scratch their hearts, but it didn't seem to be a simple thing.

But also, the guys who dare to appear at this time, how many simple ones are there?

"Oh? You and I are hostile countries, what do you think we will have to talk about? Nagumo Zao's round eyes narrowed at the fat Chinese man who was full of profiteers.

"Hehe, who's to say that war can hinder the development of commerce? War has always been a catalyst for business. Besides, this kind of thing, if you don't say that you have seen it with your own eyes, you should not have heard of it with one or two! Liu Lang showed a trace of disdain on his face and chuckled.

"Oh? Your argument is interesting, and I can talk to you about it. ”

A Japanese fat man and a Chinese fat man looked at each other meaningfully.

No one could have imagined that these two exotic fat men who were trying to negotiate business with each other were actually regimental cadres of the most elite armies of the two countries, one was Dazuo and the other was a colonel.