Rise From Eight Hundred

Okuma Konosuke sat in the brigade field headquarters built on the mountain, looking at the snowflakes falling outside the window, his face full of worry.

There were very few areas in the camp where there were still lights, and even the lanterns in his field headquarters, which was thousands of meters away from the front line, were forced to be adjusted to the lowest brightness.

All this was because the Chinese on the opposite side showed strong enough combat effectiveness.

The Chinese not only had a large number of mortars, but also sharpshooters who dared to lurk on the battlefield during such a war. Okuma Konosuke was not a fool, especially after hearing about the "deeds" of the Third Division being frequently attacked by the Chinese and suffering heavy losses.

His 4th Division's Western Assault Detachment would never give the Chinese such an opportunity.

But when a person calmed down, the Japanese Army Major General's worry still climbed up his brow.

It was not because Nakamura Masao called him in the evening and asked him to launch a strong attack tomorrow to find out the true strength of the Chinese on the opposite side. That would be to exchange the lives of the imperial warriors, which was extremely stupid. Even if he reported it to Itagaki Shiro, he would not be afraid. Itagaki Shiro could be powerful in the so-called Westward Corps, but he was not as powerful as his 4th Division or the North China Front Army.

Major General Okuma Konosuke was worried about how he should choose. Before leaving, the division commander reminded him that he could not beat the Russians. The 4th Division could retain its strength tactically, but it was completely unnecessary to fight the Chinese.

This battle was the key battle to reorganize the reputation of the division. It was absolutely impossible to condone and acquiesce to the officers and soldiers working without working.

But through the battlefields of the past two days, Okuma Konosuke knew that his boss really thought too much. The Chinese were not that weak. Based on the strength shown by the Chinese in the past two days, if the tactics of the old-fashioned old man Nakamura Masao were followed, even if the opponent's position was captured, there would definitely be heavy casualties.

Moreover, the military merits belonged to Nakamura Masao and Itagaki Shiro. What did he, who was responsible for helping out, have to do with it?

In fact, the ferocity of the Chinese was not only during the fierce fighting during the day. When the bastards saw the fire on their side at night, they immediately used mortars to bombard the fire area. The shells fell in pieces, as if they were just for the purpose of "extinguishing the fire", which made Okuma Konosuke want to call him a prodigal son. How could artillery be used like this?

However, from this point, it can be fully seen that the Chinese army opposite him was not short of ammunition as the intelligence said. It was obviously abundant enough to be wasted.

So, under his order, not only could more than 3,000 people on the front line not light a fire to keep warm, but in order to prevent the Chinese from using infantry to attack at night, they even used up the reserves of the baggage brigade and pulled up barbed wire 50 meters in front of the trench.

This made it seem like it was not his Western Assault Detachment besieging the Chinese, but the Chinese were besieging him. Tell me if it was aggrieved or not.

Okuma Konosuke can endure the frustration. Only those who can bend and stretch can be a real man. When doing business, if you encounter customers who like to make things difficult, as long as you can swallow your anger and smile, can you put the other party's money into your pocket in the end?

Sometimes, this business is not only about money, but also about the principles of being a human being.

What Okuma Konosuke is worried about is that in the face of such an opponent, should he listen to the division commander or follow his heart.

From the heart, he brought this group of good guys to China to find a source of wealth, not to lose his life in the snow in China. How will he face those gray-haired mothers who ask him for his son after returning to Osaka?

But the will of the division commander cannot be violated. From his point of view, the 4th Division, which has been carrying the reputation of a "coward" division, can no longer bear failure.

Major General Okuma Konosuke leaned on his command knife and frowned, looking out the window solemnly, hoping that the cold night in northern China would give him an answer.

The door was suddenly opened, and the cold wind rushed in from outside. Okuma Konosuke couldn't help but frowned, and tightened the collar of his lieutenant's woolen uniform without leaving any trace. He turned his head and looked at the brigade chief of staff Ono Mitsuru Daisuke who broke in with a strange look on his face, and asked in a deep voice: "Ono-kun, in such a hurry, is it the Chinese who are doing something?"

"Sir, the detachment commander, yes, there is a strange thing that needs your decision." Ono Daisuke nodded, and the strange look on his face became stronger. "The detachment's rear guard force caught a Chinese."

"Chinese? Those who appear here are all enemies, all dead. Do you need to report this little thing to me?" Okuma Konosuke's face flashed a trace of anger, and more dissatisfaction.

Although he didn't want to burn down the houses of Chinese people, rob their property and kill them like slaughtering pigs and dogs like some divisions, in his opinion, killing civilians really damaged the honor of a soldier, but this did not mean that he didn't want to kill Chinese people to vent his anger after losing hundreds of soldiers.

Especially now when he was upset, it was always good to have a vent.

However, such a small matter still required him, the major general brigade commander, to make a decision? Since when did the officers of the 4th Division become so irresponsible? Killing a Chinese man who was as small as an ant, where was the reputation of the Imperial Army?

"No, sir, the captain, that Chinese man wants to see you. He said that you will meet him after seeing this." Ono Daisuke replied.

"Moreover, that Chinese man speaks very fluent Imperial language. If he doesn't say he is Chinese, everyone will think he is an Imperial. This is why Lieutenant Sato and others reported to me."

While answering, he quietly handed a small bottle to Daxiong Yunzhi's assistant who was a little confused.

After seeing the three characters written in Chinese on the box, Daxiong Konosuke's eyes suddenly opened. He opened the bottle with his own hands and saw that it was indeed the white powder he had seen before. His face became as full as that of his chief of staff. It's all weird.

At this moment, he finally understood why his chief of staff was so weird.

What did a Chinese who broke into a war zone on such a snowy night, was proficient in the imperial language and gave precious gifts, want to do?

Neither of them spoke, and various questions arose between the eye contact between the Japanese Army Major General and the Army Lieutenant Colonel.

After a moment of silence, Daxiong Yunsuke took a deep breath and spoke, "Ono-kun, go and bring the Chinese here. Also, inform Lieutenant Sato to rush to the brigade headquarters immediately. Remember, keep all insiders closed." Shut their mouths, they are from the Intelligence Department of the Front Army."

"Hi, I understand." Daisuke Ono nodded heavily, turned around and walked out of the temporary brigade headquarters built with logs.

More than half an hour later, Daisuke Ono, who had returned, entered the temporary brigade headquarters with a tall young man wearing a cotton robe and a long coat, who looked quite embarrassed with several large stains all over his body.

Anyone who knows Tang Dao will definitely be extremely surprised. Isn’t this the famous Tang Tuanzuo and who is that?

However, now Tang Tuanzuo is not as heroic as before, but looks like a Chinese businessman who has been bullied a lot, especially when his eyes are full of resentment.

Daxiong Yunsuke, who was sitting next to the table and reading the map under the lantern, raised his head indifferently and looked at the Chinese young man in front of him who had obviously suffered a lot. A stern look flashed on his face: "Chinese, do you understand or not? The Chinese who appear in the area where the two armies are fighting are all enemies of the Japanese Empire, and they will all die? "

Why does this guy's temperament look so familiar? This should be Tang Dao's first thought after walking into this field headquarters.

The middle-aged man in front of him, carrying the rank of Major General of the Japanese Army, has a round figure. The woolen military uniform cannot stop the desire of his big belly to stand out. His head looks slightly small in comparison, but his two cheeks are huge. Because of the severity just now, it seemed to be high.

If you give him a cape and put his hands on his hips, wouldn't he be a proper Majin Buu?

Really, at that moment Tang Dao even suspected that Toriyama Akira was inspired to create "Fat Buu" after seeing this guy.

"Your Excellency, is this the so-called hospitality of the Imperial Army of Japan? I, Shen Laoliu, heard that the Fourth Division was famous and came here from Songhu to discuss business with you despite the danger of bullets and bullets. Not only was it cold in the cold weather, He didn't even have a glass of water and wine, yet he was treated so rudely.

Come, come, General, if you can, shoot here. If you frown, you are not a good man. Anyway, you Japanese are not good birds, and business is nothing if not benevolent and righteous. Tang Dao said loudly with a face full of grief and anger, trying hard to break free from the grip of the two Japanese soldiers behind him.

Tang Tuanzuo borrowed the name of a certain old man without any sense of shame. Anyway, no one except himself knew who he was.

And that fluent Japanese, even though Daisuke Ono had reminded him before, still made the Japanese Army Major General's eyes freeze slightly.

Of course, compared to the Chinese who spoke Imperial dialect fluently, what made Konosuke the Big Bear feel that the opponent was not easy to deal with was the brains shown by the opponent.

After all, this is his territory, a territory that can determine his life or death at any time.

mmb, if Konosuke Ohma knows this sentence. He will definitely complain like this.

The Chinese young man in front of him was definitely a good business negotiator. Just because of his ruthless gangsterism, he could already smell the strong smell of profiteers, just like the strong smell of powder on the body of a brothel woman.

What seemed to be an outburst of anger, actually revealed several key pieces of information, such as that he came for the Fourth Division, and that he was from Songhu, a famous commercial capital in the East. For example, in the subtext, money is more precious than life.

This is definitely a veteran who has been in the business world for many years, even though he is so young.

As a businessman, Daxiong Konosuke never judges whether he can cooperate based on his age.

And the threatening words that Big Bear Konosuke said earlier are actually the expression of power in the ancient Chinese proverb. It is a common method in business negotiations. You must first gain a psychological advantage before you can communicate better.

Unexpectedly, the Chinese young man in front of me was also very clever. Not only did he not show weakness, but he also gave him a merciless move. That means, if you have the ability, kill him. If you kill him, there will be no business negotiation.

But business really had to be discussed. After seeing the bottle of white medicinal powder with the name of the medicine written on it, Daxiong Yuxinosuke had decided to talk to this mysterious Chinese man no matter what.

The Okuma family is a well-known pharmaceutical family in Osaka City. Konosuke Okuma, who has always maintained close ties with the family, is still familiar with today's pharmaceutical market.

If those medicinal powders are real, the price of that bottle of medicine in the mainland is already as high as 200 yen per bottle.

How expensive is this? The price of one ounce of gold is now only about 100 yen, which is basically 2 ounces of gold. As a major general in the Imperial Army, his military salary of 280 yen a month can only afford to buy a bottle.

Moreover, because the American company that produced the drug refused to sell it to the empire, the empire had to choose to purchase it through other channels or even the black market. Obviously, this resulted in an extremely limited quantity of the drug. Except for those high-ranking officials and nobles, ordinary people may not even have it. I have never heard of this medicine, let alone using it to save my life.

But this Chinese man who appeared quite unexpectedly actually gave me this heart-wrenching goodie, but he didn't seem to be a simple person.

But also, how many simple guys dare to appear at this time?

"Oh? You and I are hostile countries, and this place is a battlefield. What do you think we can have to talk about?" Big Bear Konosuke's round eyes squinted at the Chinese young man who looked like a profiteer.

"Haha, I wonder if you, General, have heard of this sentence: War has always been just a servant of dirty politics, but it can become a catalyst for business.

Destroy and trade, never conflict!

Your well-informed general, you have not only seen this kind of thing with your own eyes, but you have probably heard about it once or twice!

Of course, if you still stubbornly believe that war is all about fighting and killing, then General, just pretend you have never seen me, and use the bottle of medicine as an apology for disturbing the General, Your Majesty. "Tang Dao showed a trace of disdain on his face and chuckled.

"Yoshi! Your argument is interesting. Regarding the non-conflicting destruction and transaction you mentioned, I can talk to you."

Majin Buu, who was wearing a khaki military uniform, stood up and looked at each other meaningfully with the Chinese youth who was much taller than him.

But maybe everyone in the 4th Division, including Majin Buu, never thought that this Chinese young man with extremely skilled negotiation skills would actually be the commander of the Four Elements Regiment of the entire Japanese North China Front who offered a bounty of 500,000 yen for his head. .

As long as you kill him, you can receive 500,000 yen. Isn't that better than doing any business?

Of course, from the perspective of Okuma Konosuke, who was already in turmoil, that was not necessarily the case.

Because the interests behind that bottle of medicine are absolutely astronomical and cannot be compared to 500,000 yen.

As for whether Tang Dao is a serious problem for the front army, it is just like what the saying says: the gift given by fate has already been marked with a secret price!

As long as the price is right, a serious problem can be turned into a distinguished guest!

The rope on Tang Dao's body was finally untied, and only Major General Okuma Konosuke, who was wearing a pistol and hanging a command knife, was left in the headquarters. Everyone else, including the brigade chief of staff, Lieutenant Commander Ono Daisuke, left the wooden room. Room.

As for the safety of the brigade commander, for the Japanese army, it's not that no one cares, but no one believes that this Chinese can pose any threat to the brigade commander who has a pistol and a knife in a few seconds.

There were still more than twenty armed soldiers on guard outside the house, and several officers were watching the house with sharp eyes. If there was any movement, they would immediately rush in and shoot them.

Besides, Imperial soldiers are not fools.

Whether he is a businessman or an assassin can be determined by examining the body during the search.

Soldiers who shoot frequently must have a thick layer of calluses on their shoulder sockets, and there are obvious traces of years of training on various parts of the body.

None of this is reflected in Chinese youth. The skin on his hands and shoulders is very fair. If such a person is used as a killer or assassin, even the Chinese are not so stupid!

The only threat may come from his size. Almost all the people in the empire have to look up at him, but this is enough to show that he is really Chinese. The big man in northern China is really enviable.

If they were interested in stripping a man naked, they would see the horrific scars on Tang Tuanzuo's chest and back that were repaired quickly but still remained. I'm afraid they wouldn't have the same idea now.

Those gunshot wounds and knife marks are not something that a pampered young master can have except for a soldier who has experienced many battles.

Those long, slender hands that seemed harmless enough to play the piano could easily break the neck of any one of them at any time, including Lieutenant Sato, the escort squadron leader who was born in the Koga-ryu and was highly trusted by Okuma Konosuke.

Of course, if they really checked in such detail, it would probably be their death. .

Anyway, in this not-so-quiet northern snowy night, it is unknown how the other Japanese troops slept, but at least three Japanese Army major generals definitely stayed up all night!

Major General Masao Nakamura of Zhangjiashan in the Zhongtiao Mountains is thinking about how to mobilize the enthusiasm of the "useless" division to fight the enemy tomorrow, and his brain hurts!

Major General Kunozaki of Wangwushan was furious after being beaten by the unreasonable shelling by the Chinese, but he had to order the entire army to extinguish the fires. In the snowy night in northern China, he wrapped himself tightly in his woolen coat, with a livid face!

Compared to his two colleagues, Okuma Konosuke was much happier. He was talking about a very promising business with the Chinese and even put a pot of hot sake on the table.

What? Is this something that can't be brought to light? That means this snowy night is perfect!

It doesn't matter if we talk all night long and don't sleep!

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ps: I recommend the new book "Industry of a Great Power" by the East China boss. The East China boss's books are always so majestic and majestic, but this book seems to have a breakthrough in style. It is also called "Sorry, we really only produce civilian products!" 》You will know.

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