"Nani? You said that the city of Chengde was captured by a group of bandits? "It's the fifth time that Terube Tanibe has asked this question after getting a letter handed to him by the Chinese mud leg in front of him.

"Yes~~ Yes~~~ Yes, Tanibe-sama." A young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes in a green coat, white socks, and black cloth shoes stammered in a southern accent.

"Yaga, you're lying." Tanibe Terube threw the letter in his hand on the table, held the handle of the command knife, and pulled out his command knife that had been with him for more than ten years.

The command knife is very well maintained by Tanibe, and the blade smeared with butter shines with a strange luster under the dim light of the horse lamp, not seeing how bright it is, but it is definitely a good knife that can kill.

"Yours is not a good person, you are dead." Tanibe Teru puffed out his face and brandished his command knife and slashed at the young man.

The young man was so frightened by Tanibe's fierce eyes and the strange light of the knife that he collapsed to the ground, looking at the oncoming blade with despair in his eyes.

The tip of the knife stopped more than ten centimeters above the skull of the young man who had been frightened to the ground.

There was a sudden smell of urine in the room, and Tanibe looked at the Chinese servant who had reported to him, and between his legs, it was already wet.

It turned out that under the terrifying blade, the young man who was still quite strong was directly frightened.

However, this is the performance that an ordinary person should have.

Teru Tanibe frowned in disgust, but the look of doubt on his face was gone. With his backhand, he inserted the command knife into the scabbard and pointed at the young man: "Yours, stand up and explain the situation to me clearly, what is going on." ”

The young man lay on the ground for another half a minute, and then he struggled to stand up with his weak legs.

An ordinary Chinese subordinate, who was killed by a Japanese major general who drew a knife and killed people without being scared to death on the spot, can already be regarded as a little bold.

Although he continued to stammer, and he did not say anything in the preface, combined with the rough description of Han Tianhao, the first big man in the city to defect to the Eighth Division, in his letter asking for help, Tanibe Terubei, who was proficient in Chinese, still basically figured out the cause and effect of the whole incident.

A group of more than 600 bandits, known as Qinglong Mountain, really captured Chengde City early yesterday morning, and the second lieutenant Kagawa Maki and a whole infantry squad under his command died heroically due to the rebellion of a group of Manchurian soldiers in the city.

Why did Han Tianhao dare to say that it was the group of Manchurian soldiers who mutinied, that is, he saw with his own eyes that Liu Aba, the squad leader of the Manchurian soldiers, followed the bandit leader with a box cannon, and it was he who led the bandits to loot wantonly in every big family in the city.

The remains of Second Lieutenant Maki Kagawa and the remains of 53 imperial officers and soldiers under his command are still on display on West Street by the bandits, and almost everyone in Chengde City has seen them.

The bandits, under the leadership of the Manchurian soldiers, had already occupied the material warehouses of the 8th Division, and they were busy carrying supplies in the stolen wagons, from food to ammunition, and at least forty wagons had been transported out of the city. At the same time, they are still plundering the whole city, and now, the city of Chengde is full of desolation, like hell on earth.

Han Tianhao risked his life to send his henchmen to deliver a letter to His Excellency Lieutenant General Xiyiyi, hoping that His Excellency Xiyiyi would quickly send troops to suppress the bandits.

Otherwise, the city of Chengde will be in ruins, not to mention, and the logistics warehouses of the 8th Division will also be looted by bandits.

Han Tianhao was very smart, knowing that he and the others were not even as good as ants in the eyes of the Eighth Division, and he did not beg His Excellency Xi Yiyi to save him from the sea of suffering, but he used pen and ink to show his deep concern about the logistics warehouse of the Imperial Japanese Army.

This time, it hit the tears of Terubei Tanibe.

Waving his hand to drive the timid Chinese out of the temporary headquarters first, Tanibe Terubei sat on the marching chair, staring blankly at the sky, his red eyes silently leaving two lines of tears.

After experiencing the inhumane humiliation and bitterness of being attacked by Luo Wenyu's defenders, and experiencing the heavy artillery brigade being blown up by a sneak attack, the commander of the 1st Xiyi Division being seriously injured and unconscious, and the powerful 8th Division being pursued by the small Chinese Great Wall Regiment, the strong Major General Terube Tanibe did not cry.

He was still trying to lead the 8th Division in the fight against a powerful enemy, even if the enemy was as strong as medicine and desperate, but Major General Tanibe Terube had always firmly believed that with the passage of time and the improvement of the weather, the final victory must belong to the Empire.

But now, after hearing this sudden news, Terumi Tanibe finally couldn't hold back the sadness in his heart and cried.

What a death of the Eighth Division!

Defeat after defeat on the battlefield, heavy losses in personnel, these can be borne by Tanibe Terubi. However, the looting of the remaining 10,000 people who could support the 8th Division, which was enough to eat food for January and enough ammunition to support January, was unbearable.

Without these, what will the Eighth Division take to return to the three eastern provinces? How long can the so-called kraft candy tactics last? After half a month of fierce battle with Liu Lang's Independent Regiment, the Eighth Division's reserve supplies had reached a precarious point, and all the grain and grass would be exhausted in two days at most.

If it weren't for the fear of sending a single one to be attacked by the ubiquitous Great Wall Regiment, Tanibe Terubei would have sent one to Chengde City to get supplies three days ago.

Unexpectedly, the division plundered half of the military rations that had been prepared by Rehe, but it was robbed by a group of bandits. How can outsiders understand that kind of pain?

Compared with the food that could feed the entire division, the twenty or so boxes of gold, silver and jewelry looted from Rehe Province with great effort did not make Tanbe Terube too sad, and those things could not be eaten, so it was a big deal to snatch them back later.

However, now that there is no food, the entire Eighth Division will have to go hungry.

Even, Gu Bu Zhaobei felt that even if he was robbed by Liu Lang's Great Wall Regiment, he would feel a little more comfortable. After all, the two armies are fighting, both sides have their own tricks, and destroying the other party's logistics is also a trick, and he is defeated by such a strong opponent, and he has nothing to say if he is convinced.

However, now he was cut off by such a Chinese bandit who jumped out of nowhere, no matter how he thought about it, it made Tanibe feel sad and aggrieved.

That kind of indescribable grievance made the strong Major General Terube Tanibe hold back tears in two lines.

"Damn the Chinese." The fierce light in Tanibe's eyes flashed.

Whether it was the daring Chinese bandits or the Manchurian soldiers of the frenzied squad, they all made Tanibe Teru grit his teeth and hate.

Food, no matter what, must be snatched back. 200,000 catties of grain must be transported by at least more than 100 carts. Plus 20,000 shells and nearly 10 million rounds of ammunition in the warehouse, with the greed of bandits, how could they be spared?

Tanibe Terube was shrewd enough to know that although twenty-four hours had passed, with the capacity of hundreds of bandits, it was impossible to empty the huge amount of supplies in such a short period of time in any case. Even if they were given forty-eight hours, it would not be possible.

Eighth Division, there is still time.

There will be time to continue struggling.