Bright Sword: Stop pretending, I am the most powerful warlord

In the battle of Jiangjunling, Yamamoto's secret service team suffered heavy losses, and Kazuki Yamamoto fled back to Taicheng in embarrassment.

This tragic situation made Yoshio Shinozuka unable to bear the meaning and doubt in his heart.

Although they didn't know whose unit it was that attacked the Yamamoto special team, they could be sure that this unit would definitely not be their friend.

"Yamamoto-kun, have you fought against this army, have you seen their faces clearly?"

Shinozuka Yoshio looked at Kazuki Yamamoto with a gloomy face. If he could know what the other party looked like, he could issue a wanted order.

At that time, under the heavy reward, someone will definitely provide useful information.

Kazuki Yamamoto shook his head: "I'm very sorry, the sky was too dark at that time, and the other party was at a high place, so I didn't see the other party's appearance clearly."

Yoshio Shinozuka frowned: "Damn it, we still have no clue."

"I already have a hunch that this army will definitely become the biggest obstacle to the empire's rule of this area in the future."

"Your Excellency, Commander, don't worry." Kazuki Yamamoto snorted coldly, and a killing intent flashed in his eyes.

Shinozuka Yoshio quickly turned his head to look at him: "Yamamoto-kun, do you have a clue?"

Yamamoto shook his head: "I still don't know who the other party is."

"However, their appearance this time also greatly reduced the scope of our search."

"So far, we can narrow down the search area to Heyuan County, Houjia Village, Yang Village, and Jiangjunling."

Yoshio Shinozuka was taken aback for a moment, a little ecstasy appeared on his face, and then he immediately sent people to search around the four locations.

At the same time, Wu Qianli and others have also returned to Heiyun Mountain.

This time, they can be said to have won a big victory, and they severely damaged the Yamamoto Special Team without losing a single member.

Although Kazuki Yamamoto was let go, Wu Qianli was somewhat upset that he failed to receive the gift package.

However, Wu Qianli himself knew that it would be a matter of time before they met Yamamoto again, so there was no need to rush.

The most important thing now is to adjust the status. The devil has suffered a loss this time, and he will definitely not let it go.

"Everyone has done a good job in this task. There is still a little time before dawn. After eating something, take the time to rest!"

Wu Qianli smiled and said to everyone.

They were supposed to receive orders suddenly after the physical training was over and before they had much rest, and now everyone is tired and hungry.

Hearing Wu Qianli's words, everyone in the special operations team rushed towards the cooking class excitedly.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw steamed buns and an iron bucket on the table.

Everyone immediately rushed forward to pick up the steamed buns, and stuffed them into their mouths regardless.

They were starving and exhausted.

Even though the broth in the barrel had already cooled completely, and even formed lumps, they still tasted delicious.

"Long Wenwen, who told you to touch my steamed bun? Let me put it down!"

The monk held a steamed bun in one hand, and at the same time stared at the steamed bun in Long Wenwen's bowl.

Long Wenwen snorted coldly: "What is your steamed bun? Is your name written on it?"

"Besides, your kid has already eaten three, so you're not afraid of being overwhelmed!"

After finishing speaking, Long Wenwen took a bite of each of the two steamed buns in his bowl.

When the monk saw this, he was furious, wishing he could go up and fight Long Wenwen.

Wu Qianli shook his head involuntarily, feeling a little funny, and then pushed his bowl in front of the monk.

"Eat this!"

The monk was taken aback, and looked at Wu Qianli in surprise: "Company commander, you gave this to me, what do you eat?"

Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned their heads to look at Wu Qianli. Only Shunliu stuffed the steamed buns into his mouth without hesitation.

Wu Qianli smiled faintly: "I don't need to train, my physical energy is not consumed so fast, just eat a little!"

After a few seconds of silence, the monk did not pick up the steamed bun, but looked up at Wuqian.

"Company commander, compared to other troops, the food of our troops can be said to be very good."

"But I think the food of our special forces team is almost meaningless."

Wu Qianli was stunned for a moment, a little confused: "The special forces team has a lot of meat, you still think it's almost meaningless?"

The monk quickly explained: "I am not saying that the food is not good, but that there is too little food."

"Although our food standard is much better than that of ordinary troops, our training volume is several times that of ordinary troops."

"We ate at ten o'clock, and we were hungry before the physical training was over. Basically, we continued to train hungry after eleven o'clock."

Shun Liu, who was wolfing down at the side, immediately echoed after finishing the soup in the bowl: "Company Commander, the monk is right."

"We consume too much and get hungry easily. Can you find a way to solve it?"

Wu Qianli stroked his chin and thought for a moment, then said: "Long Wenwen, go and call the cooking squad leader, I have something to ask him!"

Long Wenwen nodded, stood up and was about to leave, but suddenly thought of something, Zhuntou picked up the steamed buns in his bowl before leaving.

Seeing this, everyone couldn't help laughing.

"Monk, look, now Long Wenwen has to guard against you!" Shunliu couldn't help complaining.

The monk rolled his eyes, ignored him, and directly reached out to pick up the steamed buns in his bowl and stuff them into his mouth.

Suddenly, the whole restaurant became lively.

Not long after, Long Wenwen came over with the monitor of the cooking class.

It can be seen from the situation of the monitor of the cooking class that he was pulled out of the quilt by Long Wenwen.

At this time, he was wearing a coat and looked like he hadn't woken up yet.

Wu Qianli glanced at him indifferently and said: "Starting tomorrow, the food standard of the Special Forces will be changed."

The head of the cooking class was overjoyed, but was interrupted by Wu Qianli when he was about to speak.

"From the original five meals a day to seven meals, the food standard remains the same, and there must be meat in every meal."

"It is necessary to ensure that they can have something to eat after training and performing tasks. In addition, the food and nutrition must also be well matched."

The monitor of the cooking class suddenly turned ugly.

"Company commander, seven meals a day, isn't that too much?"

"It's not bad for other troops of the Eighth Route Army to eat three meals a day, and they may not be able to eat meat for a year. The special forces have to eat seven meals a day. Isn't it too wasteful?"

As soon as the head of the cooking class finished speaking, before Wu Qianli could speak, the members of the Special Operations Team started yelling.

"What's the matter with you kid? Didn't you hear what the company commander said? Do what you tell me to do? Do you still dare to disobey the order?"

"That's right, I don't want you to grow this food, you just have to do it, why are there so many nonsense?"

Wu Qianli took a deep breath, and turned to look at the cooking squad leader: "The Special Forces are different from other troops in that their physical strength is exhausted quickly, so you should eat more. You just have to do it!"

"Yes!" The head of the cooking class responded, then bowed his head and left.

Before leaving, he murmured in a low voice: "Isn't the company commander partial? How can they enjoy such treatment?"