C699 After the Bloody War

At this time, Shan Xianyoupeng, who was gasping for breath and covered in blood, walked over and shouted in grief and indignation, "Why did you stop firing? Why not attack the enemy? Is this how the Prime Minister treats his allies? "

Luo Huo was immediately angered when he heard that. It must be! Who was the enemy? Tell me, who is the enemy of our Prime Minister? Tokugawa did not steal our pot cover, why would I fight with them? "

"Allies? Who is your ally? Back then, when the prime minister asked, didn't you politely reject his request for troops? Beat each one of you who can! Why didn't he continue? Aren't you guys capable of doing it yourselves? "

"Eight!" Shan Xianyoupeng subconsciously wanted to pull out his blade, but the guards around him reacted quickly and stopped him.

"General, please calm down!" Shan Xianyoupeng was still too young, and his attitude was not as calm as Xi Xianglongsheng's. Being angered and frustrated, he did not even realize that all of the guard company around Luo Huo had already taken out their revolver.

"Aiyo?" He wanted to make a move! "Come, come, come, come. Your grandpa will let you hit me. If I hide, your grandpa will feed me …"

Luo Huo spent that winter in the Beijing, learning a lot of insulting words. Wasn't the one your grandfather was feeding, the one he considered himself Shan Xianyoupeng's father?

Japan did not have that much culture to scold people, and Shanxian could not understand what Luo Huo was saying either. However, he was very angry, to the point that his hands were trembling.

"I want to see Prime Minister Xiao! I want to see the Prime Minister Xiao immediately … I won't tell you! "

"See you whenever you want? What the heck are you? Even if Mao Li Yuan wanted to meet with our Prime Minister, he would have to wait in line. He would even forget about his status, do you still dare to call yourself a warrior? " Luo Huo curled his lips and turned away, ignoring him.

Since when has Shan Xianyoupeng received such a humiliation? In his heart, Xiao Letian is a great character who is on equal footing with his master, but who do you, Luo Huo, think you are? It's just a normal general in Xiao Letian's army, you have more men than me, Shan Xianyoupeng.

And who are you, Luo Huo? He had come from a humble family, and had served as a bodyguard for the caravan. He said that you were a wild warrior and already had a high opinion of you, how dare you behave atrociously in front of me! However, the situation had reached such a critical point, and no one dared to offend this force.

Compared to Shan Xianyoupeng's rudeness, Matsudaira Katamori's calmness and politeness was clearly contrasted. Matsudaira Katamori then bowed respectfully towards Sima Yun and General Luo Huo, "This must be the General Si Ma, who is known as the number one calm and steady character in Prime Minister's Manor, right? Was this General Luo Huo who the Prime Minister claimed to have the first hand in command of? It is my honor to be able to meet the great generals of this world! "

's expression immediately became better. Of course, he knew that Matsudaira Katamori still had a great reputation, and the education of the nobles he had received since childhood was much stricter than that of Shan Xianyoupeng. This sort of courtesy did not allow him to take it too seriously.

After a few simple words of courtesy, Matsudaira Katamori also requested to see Xiao Letian. This time, Luo Huo did not push him back, and only expressed that he wanted to ask for instructions.

The specks of light in the southern sky were slowly descending, as the hot air balloons that had completed their mission started to return to the ground. Osaka City and the battlefield had started to light up piles of bonfires.

However, the new army still paid attention to people and soon the video was distributed. A kilo of white rice, a few pieces of lambs, and a small bag of salt were thrown beside the bonfire. This was the dinner of the soldiers surrounding the bonfire.

"Those who have a military pot can use your own iron pots. Those who don't have one can go to the private rooms and take them out by themselves. If it doesn't work, then you can also use a jar …" F * ck, that means our Prime Minister is merciful. Look at how miserable you guys are fighting on your own, not even giving you a single grain of rice to rely on, you guys can't even starve to death! "

The Ryukyu Marines had a large percentage of members of the knife drawing team s, all born and raised in the Japanese. However, it was strange that these people were the ones who cursed the most uncleanly.

In the Japanese's heart, white rice was the best delicacy in the world. A bowl of white rice was not even worth a single side dish, and they could eat it as happily as if they were celebrating a holiday.

Right now, not only was there the white rice, there was even the lambs and salt. In this era, normal Japanese could already show off their porridge with just a meal.

After the war, a bowl of hot porridge happily made these soldiers cry bitterly.

However, this happiness only lasted for a short while. When the rich fragrance of meat started to permeate the entire battlefield, the Southwest Allied Army and the other Dechuan New Army s were all captivated.

In the isolated area between the two armies, the Ryukyu Marine Corps had already started cooking meat soup. Tanks after cans of tin cans were opened, and the cooked beef mixed with grease was poured into a pot, throwing in the salt mixed with spices. With the addition of the pure white rice rice ball s, the food's temptation caused all the eyes of the Japanese soldiers to turn blue.

In Matsudaira Katamori's hands was a rice ball that the Marine Corps had just delivered, and in front of him was an exquisite metal lunch box, it was filled with meat broth, the fragrance of it made the guards beside him gulp.

However, Matsudaira Katamori did not have any appetite at all. It was not because he was not hungry, but because there was a blockage in his heart that made it hard for him to swallow any food.

"Gap, this is the gap!" The gap between us and the Ryukyu can be seen from a mere dinner. How many years has the barren Ryukyu been under Xiao Letian's control? His strength is actually this strong? "

"I dare not say for the rest, as long as the troops of the Ryukyu can guarantee such food, even if they do not have any pay to give us, they would not have to worry about the source of the troops. It's no wonder the Journey to the West said more than once, that the war was ultimately about comprehensive national power and not just Wu Yong on the battlefield! "

Matsudaira Katamori gave his food to the wounded soldiers behind him, and walked to the side of the closest Ryukyu Marine, "Earlier, I heard the accents of the four nations, and looked at your clothes, I think you guys are Xiao Letian's knife drawing team members? This humble Matsudaira Katamori, I wonder if you could sit down and chat with everyone? "

The group of people chatting beside the bonfire were a group of resting knife drawing team members. The one leading them was Company Commander Ling Mutai, the one who had rendered a great service when fighting with the French.

The few Knife Puller had heard of Matsudaira Katamori's great name before, they dared to mock those ordinary warriors and soldiers, but in the face of such a great name, the concept of inferiority that had been instilled into them for thousands of years was completely useless.

Ling Mutai led his teammates and stood up "Salute!" With a "pa" sound, all of the members of the Marine Corps performed a new military salute. "Ryukyu Navy's Marine Corps, Foreign Legion's Third Company, Company Commander's Ling Mutai greets the Lord!"

"Oh? You're still an officer! "Great, please sit down and listen to your accent. Are you from the Four Kingdoms?"

"Yes, my family used to be the Corporal Family of the Four Kingdoms, but after I fell, I became a wandering warrior …" He became a man without a master, and after many years of drifting in the Ryukyu, he was fortunate enough to be able to join the army of the Prime Minister, which is how I came to be today! "

Matsudaira Katamori calmly looked at him, and suddenly noticed that there was a leather notebook beside Ling Mutai that was commonly used by foreign people, and there was a pen on it, he asked in shock: "You can read? May I have a look? "

Ling Mutai thought about it and realized that there wasn't anything worth leaking, so he respectfully took the notebook with both hands.

Matsudaira Katamori was stunned, there were actually Chinese characters inside, this was a book that recorded military merits.

"At ten o'clock in the morning, Sun Erlang rushed into the Bechuchi and killed two of the Bechuchi's guards in his first battle. It was 11: 20 in the morning. A ninja of the Mu Clan had been killed by Zhang Xuan from too far away … "At 1: 30 PM, Guangping led his team to ambush the five islands and captured three people …"

The notebook was filled with beautiful Chinese characters. It recorded the military merits of the Third Company of soldiers. The time and place, the people, and the events were all extremely clear.

Matsudaira Katamori was shocked, because in Japan, other than the warriors who had inherited their families' teachings, the other wild warrior s who could read the words were not bad, much less write these noble Chinese characters.

In Japan at that time, simplified Japanese had always been the language used by the lower classes, and noble nobles had always been proud of their pure Chinese characters.

"It's buried, it's really buried! Your ability should really be highly valued in Japan, and be able to become a wild warrior without a family. This is the shame of our big name! "

After saying that, Matsudaira Katamori actually stood up and bowed deeply to the Knife Puller s. This was amazing, the grievances in the Knife Puller s' memories were flooding in like a flood and everyone's eyes were red with envy.

"No …" Master is wrong, I am not a talent. In the knife drawing team, even the most ordinary soldiers can read, and the true talented people must at least be proficient in math … And math is really too difficult! "

"Nani?" Matsudaira Katamori was stunned, "All of you can read? "How is this possible!?"

"Why not? Not only do they need to be able to read, they also need to be proficient in math and learn a foreign language. I, Xiao Letian, do not raise stupid soldiers … " Following the voice, a group of people walked in. Under the flickering light of the torch, Xiao Letian, dressed in his military uniform, stood in front of Matsudaira Katamori.

The young man blushed slightly. The fact that he could spy on the Marines from behind the scenes was a disgrace to the Prime Minister.

But Xiao Letian didn't seem to care about that. He only looked at him calmly for a while, then suddenly asked: "I heard that you have a special unit under your command called the White Tiger youth Group? I wonder if I can meet her? "

Matsudaira Katamori was a little surprised, he did not think that Xiao Letian would actually ask about this. At that time, the White Tiger youth Group was not famous, and most people only thought of it as a normal troop.

"I'm very sorry, the bloody battle has just ended and the formation of the troops is still very chaotic. I don't even know how many people are left in the White Tiger Regiment …" "But don't worry Prime Minister, I'll gather the White Tiger Group tomorrow morning and ask you to take a look!"

"Oh, there's no hurry. I just feel that they are a bit young and should be taken care of more … Luo Huo! "Remember, children of the White Tiger Group, take special care of them. Use the best food and medicine …"