My client Li Yunlong

"Lieutenant Colonel Yamazaki."

Shimen.

North China Front Army Headquarters.

The new Chief of Staff, Osomatsu, spoke to Yamazaki calmly, his tone stern:
"You're a deserter."

"Hi!"

Yamazaki's tone was calm.

Although desertion is the greatest shame in the Bushido spirit, he no longer cares.

Let him be a deserter.

His loyalty to Tian Huang will never change, and he is always ready to serve the empire and Tian Huang.

To use a Chinese word,
Until death.

Till death do us part.

Because he also knew that at that time, it would be meaningless for him to stay on the battlefield. He didn't even have a grenade at that time, only a samurai sword given by Tianhuang.

They wouldn't really let him fight enemy tanks with a samurai sword.

"idiot."

Yamazaki's attitude made Chief of Staff Omatsu very angry.

"Hi!"

Yamazaki still nodded his head, his tone calm.

"idiot."

Da Song slapped him immediately.

A mere lieutenant colonel dared to ignore him and showed no respect to him, a major general.

"Hi!"

Yamazaki accepted the slap without changing his expression, but he was thinking about those people who had been slapped by him.

Looking back on Yamazaki's life, although he was only a captain for more than 30 years and served as captain for five years, the number of people slapped by him must have been at least 300, if not a hundred.

His entire squadron, most of the warriors, had been slapped by him, especially the navigator who was often lost.

But it seems that all of these more than 300 people are dead.

They would either be killed by the machine guns of the Eighth Route Army tanks, blown up by artillery, or even crushed to death by the tracks; or they would die together with the enemy tanks while holding the explosive packs - it was the tanks, not the enemy's tank soldiers.

The enemy tank troops suffered few casualties.

Are they all dead?

Is he the only one left alive?
For some reason, a trace of sadness flashed across Yamazaki's face.

The navigator who often got lost seemed to have been killed by the main gun of the Eighth Route Army's Tiger tank, and returned to the team after recovering from his injury.

"idiot!"

Seeing that Yamazaki didn't even bother to hang him and didn't even look at him, Omatsu slapped Yamazaki again.

"Hi!"

Yamazaki remained motionless, his voice resonant.

It was like the slap just now, but it was just a breeze blowing on my face, and it seemed to be saying - that's it? Didn't you eat? Try harder!

"idiot!"

Such an expression made Chief of Staff Omatsu so angry that he slapped Yamazaki again. This slap was obviously much heavier, and he might even have used all his strength. Yamazaki staggered and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Hi!"

But Yamazaki still stood upright, steady, and his voice was loud and powerful.

However, Chief of Staff Omatsu, who was in his fifties after all, had been injured, was old and weak, and began to breathe heavily.

If it were anyone else, the matter would probably have just passed.

But who is Yamazaki?
The elite captain of the Empire of Japan, a standard grassroots officer of the devils, and part of the ghost of the Empire Locust Army. Although he has become more honest and obedient after being beaten by society, he still has the same attitude towards the top leaders.

Either you beat me to death,

Or, just let me scold you.

In the past, the pressure of promotion and the targeting from higher-ups might have made these grassroots officers behave themselves.

but now··

Does Yamazaki, who dared to charge towards tanks carrying a grenade, care about these things?

"waste!"

The corners of his mouth lifted up, and he raised his triangular, flat head. Along with the blood flowing out, he said a heart-piercing word:

"Nothing more than that!"

"No wonder the Empire failed so miserably."

Every word was like a knife, piercing Chief of Staff Osatsu's heart.

"idiot!"

The Japanese Chief of Staff Dasong was so angry that he jumped up.

He swung his arm and slapped Yamazaki in the face.

But Yamazaki had been fighting on the front line for four months, and although he was a little traumatized, his physical fitness was absolutely impeccable. Chief of Staff Omatsu used all his strength in this palm strike.

But how much strength does an old and frail fifty-something Imperial Waste Major General have?

Yamazaki simply staggered again, with some blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Minor injuries.

Do not,
Minor injury.

The skin was broken a little.

However, Chief of Staff Omatsu's shoulders were sore from swinging his arms this time. His arms hung unnaturally, and he was gasping for breath, looking like he was about to faint.

"General, I am a deserter and you are a waste."

Yamazaki showed no leniency at all, nor did he speak with any respect for the elderly or the young. Every word he said once again turned into a blade, piercing Chief of Staff Omatsu's heart.

"idiot!"

Omatsu wanted to slap Yamazaki again, but he no longer had the strength in his heart. He was exhausted and finally sat down on the ground, fainting.

"waste."

Yamazaki stood there, looking coldly at the unconscious Chief of Staff Oomatsu, and uttered two words coldly.

"..."

The accompanying deputy chief of staff bowed his head silently.

In fact, although Yamazaki escaped, Yamazaki's battalion and the officer observation group were completely wiped out, but the top leaders, that is, the commander of the expeditionary force and the headquarters also knew that Yamazaki was not to blame this time.

Not to mention just a brigade.

Even if a regiment or even a brigade was on the battlefield, it would not be able to withstand the attack of so many tanks.

According to subsequent intelligence, the Eighth Route Army also prepared more than 50 Sherman tanks to launch an attack on the position south of Ze County where the Yamazaki Battalion was located.

Such military strength.

Even a division cannot stop it.

So don't blame Yamazaki.

In addition, this guy is indeed capable. He held the front line for four months, making him the captain with the longest tenure in the empire. He also destroyed more than 50 tanks, making him the locust army with the most enemy tanks destroyed in the entire empire.

Therefore, his superiors planned to commend Yamazaki and promote him to colonel.

only··
The chief of staff couldn't stand Yamazaki's usual style of behavior, which showed that he had no respect for his superiors. He started cursing at him as soon as he opened his mouth, and even dared to curse him in front of him.

So they gave Yamazaki an identity as a deserter, intending to discipline him.

Otherwise, if he was really a deserter, he would have been dragged out and committed suicide by disembowelment, or shot.

The Chief of Staff will not come to respond.

result···
The Deputy Chief of Staff silently glanced at Chief of Staff Omatsu who had fainted on the ground, and pretended not to see anything.

Although Yamazaki was only a newly promoted colonel, like him, as a popular figure in the headquarters who had caught the prime minister's eye and an imperial tank killer, his future influence was beyond his reach.

Let alone Chief of Staff Omatsu, he was a major general, assisting in commanding hundreds of thousands of troops and had great power. As for his Deputy Chief of Staff, to put it bluntly, he was just a secretary.

so··

Let you two solve this matter yourselves.

I did not see anything.

What else could he do?
Save the Chief of Staff?

Yamazaki would be so angry with him that he would call him a waste! The Chief of Staff would also be so angry that he would slap him in the face - he could be the Deputy Chief of Staff not because he was capable, but because no one wanted to be in this position with a high mortality rate and no real power.

You thought that in the previous bombings by the Eighth Route Army, only the Chief of Staff of the North China Front Army was killed.

No no no...

The chief of staff and the deputy chief of staff usually worked together. When the chief of staff died, it was difficult for the deputy chief of staff to escape. He was just a colonel, not worth publicizing. Even the newspapers of the Eighth Route Army only mentioned it in a minor detail - the chief of staff of the North China Front Army and other officers were killed. The others here were the lives of the deputy chiefs of staff.

Why should he do that?

···
September flew by.

tip.

Ningji Okamura looked at the casualty statistics report handed over by the Deputy Chief of Staff and asked:
"Where's Da Song?"

Although Chief of Staff Omatsu is a little older, has a bad temper, and is not very capable, he is very reliable.

He is also very careful, conscientious and responsible in his work. The current casualty statistics system for various front-line troops was designed and researched by him, and there are basically no major mistakes.

"Still in the hospital."

The Deputy Chief of Staff lowered his head and answered.

Ever since the last time the Chief of Staff was slapped by Colonel Yamazaki... no, ever since the last time he slapped Colonel Yamazaki a few times, the Chief of Staff fainted due to exhaustion, and later he became seriously ill and was admitted to the hospital.

This forced him to take on the position of Chief of Staff concurrently.

I'm always worried.

The Eighth Route Army newspaper said that the reward for North China is long-term and permanent.

Do it on that day, depending on your mood.

"Why··"

Gangcun wanted to say something, but in the end he just sighed silently.

What could he say?

What else can you say?
With Yamazaki's temper, even he could scold him to his face. He had no choice but to endure it, otherwise what could he do to Yamazaki?

Let him commit suicide by cutting his stomach?

He is a celebrity in the base camp and a person who is the focus of attention.

Currently, he is at the expeditionary force headquarters, researching and summarizing the "Imperial Individual Anti-Tank Tactics" and forming the Yamazaki Regiment.

As for letting this person go to the front line.

He has been on the front line for four months and has not come down. He is on the front line every day and is not afraid at all.

Gangcun looked at the casualty report in his hand. Seeing the 55,000 casualties and 28,000 deaths, he immediately felt dizzy.

There were more than 80,000 casualties, and nearly 30,000 deaths.

What a terrible loss of life.

Based on the current total strength of the North China Front Army of 400,000, this is equivalent to 20% casualties and 7.5% deaths.

In just one month.

He didn't know the enemy's casualties, but estimated that they would not exceed 8,000, or even only 5,000 or 6,000. As for deaths, they might not even exceed 2,000.

The Empire couldn't even reach ten to one.

The only thing that can be said is that two hundred tanks were destroyed?
"Where are the orders from headquarters?"

Ningji Okamura continued to ask.

"Let us continue the siege for another two and a half months."

The Deputy Chief of Staff replied.

"Two months, until December?"

Okamura Neji breathed a sigh of relief.

···
Dalian Port.

Amid the sound of the whistle, a 10,000-ton ship docked here.

The workers who had been waiting for a long time began to rush forward and unload the goods.

Boxes of goods imported from the United States, as well as goods produced in Japan and in Southeast Asia and other regions, were continuously unloaded from the cargo ships.

Finally, these goods were transported to the base and sold to the people.

After decades of development, the Japanese are not only good at heavy industry, but also very good at light industry.

After all, light industry has relatively low technical requirements.

These commodities are also beneficial to the base. As people's income increases and their purchasing power strengthens, there is not enough supply of commodities on the market, which leads to deflation.

These imported goods are beneficial to the prices in the base area.

It is also helpful to attract people in the base area to open their own factories and produce goods.

The Japanese also made a lot of money from this business.

"Yoshi."

Looking at the 10,000-ton ship unloading its cargo, Suzuki Banji nodded repeatedly with satisfaction.

Very good!
These goods, which are urgently needed in the Eighth Route Army base, can bring him huge profits.

·
Also at the same time.

Sea enclosure.

port.

Two dozen 10,000-ton transport ships were moored at the port.

There are also several small cargo ships.

While boxes of cargo were being unloaded, generations of food were also being transported onto the cargo ship.

All of them are refined rice, and there is also sorghum.

The Japanese homeland is notoriously short of food, and a large number of Japanese soldiers simply cannot get enough to eat. Although the situation is better than in China, it is not much better.

Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so much food being shipped back from Southeast Asia in shiploads.

And now.

The price of grain in North China has actually been declining, especially near the base areas, where the price of grain is very cheap and the quantity is large and sufficient.

Coarse grains, led by sorghum, are supplied in almost unlimited quantities.

As the silver dollar business became unprofitable, the Japanese naturally purchased a large amount of grain and transported it to the country.

"A total of 10,000 tons of rice, 50,000 tons of sorghum, 5,000 tons of cotton, and various medicines, etc."

One of the Japanese soldiers who was accompanying them reported to Naoto Matsuzaki, who was in charge of supervision.

What Li Yunlong collected was not only a large amount of grain, but also cotton and other supplies. However, there are relatively few of them now, but there are also many cotton plantations in the country.

"Yoshi."

Matsuzaki Naoto was overjoyed.

As the war situation in North China intensified and casualties increased, pressure at home was also increasing. After all, although the number of casualties in the tens of thousands each month could be concealed, it was difficult to conceal the deaths of all the soldiers.

but it does not matter.

Once the endless stream of benefits from here are delivered into the empire, the people will truly and wholeheartedly support the war.

By the time···

There is no need to worry about not being able to recruit soldiers, as countless people will be eager to join the army.

···
Early October.

Liao County.

In front of the bulk supply and marketing cooperative.

On the blackboard used to announce information about sales materials, the daily limit of refined rice and white flour was changed from one thousand tons to unlimited.

and.

At the back, some new stuff has been added.

Fuel!

No. 92 gasoline, No. 0 diesel, and No. 35 diesel also appeared on the list. The daily limit is barrels, or tons.

“Fuel!”

The news soon reached Suzuki Banji's ears.

"92 octane gasoline?!"

Suzuki Banji's eyes lit up.

It is now the World War II era. During this period, due to the relatively low engine horsepower and low compression ratio, the popular fuel grades in the world are around 80, and some are even over .

It's not the thick 9895 that's available everywhere.

Nine two is worse than a dog.

For the Japanese, Type 92 fuel is aircraft-grade fuel.

The Japanese have a serious lack of production capacity for this type of fuel and can only import large quantities from the United States to meet demand.

And now...

Can you actually buy Type 92 fuel there?
Still a lot! (End of this chapter)