Super Dictator

In the temporary headquarters of the 7th Japanese Infantry Regiment, time seemed to have suddenly stopped. The originally noisy headquarters suddenly became silent. The silence was a bit scary. The generals stood in their own positions and even forgot to breathe. .

The dim oil lamp reflected on the motionless faces of the Japanese people inside, making them look erratic, flickering in and out.

The signal soldier was prostrate on the ground and did not dare to move. The other soldiers inside lowered their heads for fear that San Haoxingxing would anger them.

In the middle of the headquarters, Miyoshi Chengxing and a group of Japanese staff members around the table all looked ashen, as if they were defeated.

Miyoshi Nariyuki, who had been standing and directing the battle all night, seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and suddenly fell weakly on the chair.

It was as if he was asking the surrounding staff, and he was also asking himself: "Why, why did the success fail? It was almost, almost, that Wei Jichen would fall into my hands."

The surrounding staff members all looked ashamed. Some of them moved their mouths, but they didn't know what to say.

After a long time, a staff officer next to him saw that Mihaoshi was still in a state of despair, so he could only console him: "Your Excellency, Colonel, it is only because of Yijun's timely rescue that our army allowed Wei Jichen and others to escape."

The mood of these staff officers was the same as that of Sanhao Chengxing. They saw that Wei Zijun was trapped to death, so they immediately came to annihilate them. Unexpectedly, man was not as good as God, and one army was missing.

"Yi Jun! What the hell is this guy Masaru Sato doing!" The staff officer didn't say anything, but once he said it, Miyoshi became furious, and his original frustration turned into anger.

Wei Zijun's attack was weak, and Sanhao Chengxing was already waiting for the 19th Regiment to come up and encircle him. Seeing that the duck was about to be cooked, he thought it would fly away in the end. You can imagine the gap in his heart.

"Definitely, definitely send him to the empire's military court." Miyoshi Chengxing clenched his hand into a fist and slammed the table hard, saying bitterly.

The 17th Regiment is temporarily stationed. Sato Masaru, who Miyoshi Nariyuki wanted to send to a military court, also looked like he wanted to commit suicide by caesarean section.

Sato picked up the book Sun Tzu's Art of War on the table and tore it into pieces with regret.

Ma Jinxu's Yi army had been withdrawing from the city for several hours, until Guitaro sent someone to send news that Wei Zijun was retreating and asked him to pay attention to the movement of the army in the city.

It was not until then that Sato Masaru connected the various signs and hurriedly sent soldiers into the city to investigate. Finally, he learned that all the troops in the city had deserted the city. Only an old dog was left at the gate of the city, walking back and forth as if there was no one around. Ridiculing Sato Masaru for his ignorance, shallowness, and pretentiousness.

Just as Sato Masaru's army was about to launch a pursuit, he received news from Katsura Taro that Wei Zijun had broken through his encirclement, and it was Yijun in the city who came to respond, and Wei Zijun escaped.

Sato Masaru's regret can't be extinguished even if he pours all the water from three rivers.

Captain Zheng Shizhen couldn't help but sigh when he saw Sato Zheng's expression of shame, walked up to him and hugged him gently, patting his back to comfort him.

At this time, the sky was already bright. After the defenders of Yushu Fort escaped, Wei Jichen was afraid that the Japanese would pursue them, so he ran to the three-way intersection without stopping and met Ma Jinxu. Then he hurriedly fled to Haicheng.

Wei Jichen didn't know that the 5th Brigade suffered more heavy losses than he imagined and had no energy left to pursue. If Sato Masaru's 17th Brigade had not maintained great combat effectiveness, Katsura Taro would have thought about retreating.

After dawn, Katsura Taro and Osako Naotoshi ordered the sergeants to clean the battlefield and collect the corpses of their own soldiers. As for the corpses of the Chinese soldiers, the Japanese were of course not so kind to bury them and abandoned them in the wild at will, serving as food for wild beasts.

Then the two of them counted the number of people and calculated the casualties and losses. They found that except for the 17th Wing, which had few casualties, the 7th Wing and the 19th Wing both suffered more than half of the casualties.

Mihaoshi's 7th Infantry Regiment was completely crippled. About 600 people were killed, and even more were injured. Almost everyone was injured, and more than 600 people lost their combat effectiveness. You must know that the 7th Regiment had a total of There are only two thousand people here.

Needless to say, the 19th Regiment suffered two-thirds of its losses including the casualties in the previous days. Only about 500 of the more than 2,000-strong Regiment could still fight, and more than 1,000 people were killed. , the rest are disabled people lying on the ground and unable to get up.

After Katsura Taro saw the report on the casualties of the soldiers, he remained silent for a long time. It took a long time before he spoke up and said to Osako Shoatoshi: "If you let the tiger go back to the mountain, you will end up in trouble."

Osako Shangmin nodded and said: "Wei Jichen is invincible and can only be outmaneuvered. It is better to report it to the headquarters and let the headquarters formulate a detailed plan to deal with him."

"That's how it should be!" Katsura Taro sighed.

Guitaro was thinking about how to kill Wei Jichen, and Wei Jichen was also thinking about killing him.

After joining Ma Jinxu's army, Wei Jichen had time to count his troops. This count was a huge blow to Wei Jichen.

The defenders of Yushu Fort, including the Yijun battalion that Ma Yucuo came to rescue, only had 700 people left, Wei Zijun had about 500 people left, and Ma Yucuo still had 200 people.

Five hundred people, that's all the non-combatants left including the captains and cooks. Monk Xiao died in the battle, Cheng Bushi died in the battle, and ten other sentry officers, big and small, and even commanders died in the battle. Several men and almost all junior officers were lost.

Wei Jichen looked haggard. He kept a sullen face and said nothing. The murderous aura emanating from his body made even his own people afraid to get too close.

Wei Jichen has completely missed Fengsheng'a. Wei Jichen is not a kind person, nor is he the kind of person who is open-minded and generous, and smiles when others slap him in the face.

He is the kind of person who has revenge and complaints. If someone does not offend me, I will not offend him, but if someone offends me, I will offend him. Otherwise, he would not kill the person who killed his sister with his own hands in modern times. A noble man.

"Brother, drink some water." Nie Cairong carefully picked up a handful of water and put it to Wei Jichen's lips with a worried look on his face.

During the march, only Nie Cairong, who was still irreverent and fearless, spoke to him from time to time.

Wei Jichen turned his head and took a sip. Nie Caerong took out a silk scarf from his arms, dipped it in some water, and gently wiped away the dust and blood on Wei Jichen's face.

Then he adjusted Wei Jichen's clothes. When this scene fell into the eyes of the two sergeants carrying the stretcher, their expressions couldn't help but become extremely strange.

I couldn't help but daydream in my heart, this Sentinel Nie was fair and tender, he turned out to be a rabbit, but I didn't expect Master Wei to have this kind of hobby. Alas, it's so sad for a hero to be a handsome man.

If Wei Jichen, who was lying on top, knew that the two soldiers carrying the stretcher thought so, he would definitely force them to sleep together for a night.

Not only did the two soldiers think so, but even Wang Shizhen and even the simple-minded Huzi, Mengzi and others noticed something was wrong. Nie Cairong's actions and expressions in the past two days were not like what a man should deal with. What another man should have.

When they met again that day, the generals thought that Nie Cairong had such a big reaction because he was too surprised.

But now that the danger is over, Nie Caerong is still the same, which is worth pondering. If everyone didn't know that these two people had never been alone together at night, what else would they think of.

Wei Jichen inadvertently glanced at the faces of the surrounding sergeants and immediately noticed their strange expressions. After thinking about it for a moment, he understood what was going on.

"Rongcai, had you not led the troops to rescue me this time, I would have been doomed, brother." Wei Jichen said in a hoarse voice.

When Nie Cairong heard Wei Jichen's words, he forgot what he did. He put away the silk scarf and put it in his arms. His smile was like a flower. Then he immediately stopped his smile and pretended to be serious: "It's all trivial matters, not worth mentioning."

That expression looked like you were praising me to your heart's content.

Wei Jichen smiled secretly and felt much better. This 'good brother' like him still has the character of a child who has not grown up yet.

"By the way." Wei Jichen moved, and then said softly: "Brother, I don't know your name yet. I forgot to ask you last time because I was in a hurry. I can't leave any regrets this time. "

Wei Jichen used the word "virtuous brother" very seriously, and Nie Cairong understood what he meant as soon as he heard it.

"Idiot!" Nie Cairong cursed lightly at first, and then said: "I don't know how many times I have told you in front of you, brother, but you are not paying attention and don't care about me."

Nie Cairong raised his mouth and his cheeks bulged into two buns, looking angry.

"Really?" Wei Jichen was stubborn and refused to admit it.

"Nothing, I told you my real name when I became sworn brother." Nie Cairong looked like an angry little tigress, showing two small tiger teeth and glaring at Wei Jichen fiercely.

"It's so beautiful!" Wei Jichen rolled his eyes and did not argue with her. He knew that arguing with a woman would never lead to any results. It was better to take a sideways approach and break through from the side.

Sure enough, when Nie Cairong, who was still a little angry at first, heard these two words, Xiafei's cheeks were filled with embarrassment, and his beautiful eyes did not dare to stare at Wei Jichen anymore.

Just when Wei Jichen was about to forget what had just happened, Nie Cairong, who was walking next to him, suddenly pointed to the two small characters embroidered on the lower right corner of the silk scarf in his hand and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito: "Nie Cairong!"

After saying that, Nie Cairong fled from Wei Jichen as fast as he could, leaving Wei Jichen, who was used to seeing Nie Cairong's carelessness, dumbfounded.

This is just saying a name. Is it necessary to be so shy? Only then did he realize that Nie Cairong also had a lot of girlish qualities.

"Nie Cairong? Nie Rongcai, Nie Cairong!" Wei Jichen read these two names silently, dumbfounded. Why didn't he think more about such an opportunistic name?