At this time, Shanxian Youpeng, who was panting and covered in blood, came over. He shouted angrily, "Why stop the bombardment and why don't you attack the enemy? Is this the Prime Minister's attitude towards allies?"
Luo Huo became angry when he heard this, "Oh, that's great, isn't it? Who is the enemy? Tell me who is the enemy of our prime minister. The Tokugawa family didn't steal the lid of our pot, so why should I fight with them?"
"Allies, who are your allies? When the Prime Minister asked, didn't you justly reject the Prime Minister's request to send troops? Look at how capable each of you is. Fight, why don't you continue to fight? You are not yourselves. Can it be done?"
"Baga." Shanxian Youpeng subconsciously wanted to draw his sword, but the guards around him quickly held him down with quick hands and eyes.
"General, please calm down." Shanxian Youto is still too young, and his mentality is not as calm as Saigo Takamori. He was so angry that he didn't even notice that the entire security company around Luo Huo had drawn out their revolvers.
"Ouch, I want to do something, come on, come on, grandpa, I will let you fight. If I hide, I will be fed by your grandpa..."
With a puff, all the Marines present laughed. During the winter he spent in Beijing, Luo Huo learned a lot of insulting and curse words. Your grandfather supported him. Isn't that the father who thinks he has friends in the mountain county?
Japan doesn't have that much curse culture, and Shan Xian couldn't understand what Luo Huo was talking about, but he was very angry and his hands were shaking with anger.
"I want to see Prime Minister Xiao, I want to see Prime Minister Xiao immediately... I can't tell you."
"You can see me if you want. What the hell are you talking about? Even if Mao Li Yuandi wants to see our prime minister, he still has to queue up. He has even forgotten his superiority and inferiority. Do you still dare to say that you are a samurai?" Luo Huo curled his lips and turned his head. Walk away and ignore him.
When did Youpeng of Shanxian County suffer such humiliation? In his heart, Xiao Letian is a big shot on par with the Lord. But you, Luo Huo, are nothing. You are just an ordinary general in Xiao Letian's army. You don't have as many men as I do. There are many friends in Shan County.
And what is your origin, Luo Huo? You were born in a peasant family in Zhili and worked as a bodyguard with a caravan. Even if you say you are a wild warrior, you are looking down upon you. Why do you dare to act wild in front of me? But the situation is stronger than that of others. For this reason, no one dared to offend this new force.
In sharp contrast to Yamagata Aritomo's impoliteness, Matsudaira Rongho was calm and courteous. He bowed respectfully to Sima Yun and General Luo Huo and said, "This is General Sima, who is known as the calmest one in the Prime Minister's Palace. Could this be General Luo Huo, who is known as the Prime Minister’s number one fire fighter? It is truly an honor for me to have the honor to meet the famous general in the world.”
People who are humble and courteous are always lovable. Luo Huo's expression immediately improved. Of course, he knew that Matsudaira Yongho was a daimyo after all, and the aristocratic education he received since childhood was much stricter than that of Yamagata Aritomo. This This politeness should not be taken too seriously.
After a few simple polite words, Matsudaira Yongbao also made a request to see Xiao Letian. This time Luo Huo did not push back forcefully, but only expressed that he wanted to go up and ask for instructions.
At this time, the sky was completely dark, and the light spots in the southern sky were slowly falling. The hot air balloons that had completed their mission began to return to the ground. Piles of bonfires began to be lit in Osaka Castle and the battlefield, and everyone was hungry. But no one dared to complain.
But the New Army still pays attention to humanity, and soon the video was distributed. A pound of white rice, a few pieces of kelp, and a small bag of salt were thrown next to a fire. This was the dinner for the soldiers around the fire.
"If you have a marching pot, use your own iron pot. If you don't have one, go to a civilian house and disassemble it yourself. If it doesn't work, you can also use an earthen pot... Let's make do with the porridge for now. Damn it, our Prime Minister is kind. Look at yourselves. This fight is so miserable, I won’t give you even a grain of rice, and I will starve you to death.”
The Ryukyu Marine Corps has a considerable proportion of Bato team members. These are all native Japanese, but strangely enough, these are the ones who are the most foul-mouthed.
In the hearts of Japanese people, white rice is the best delicacy in the world. They can eat a bowl of white rice even without any side dishes and feel as happy as celebrating the holidays.
Nowadays, there is not only white rice, but also kombu and salt. In this era, ordinary Japanese can show off after eating a meal of porridge and rice like this.
Boil porridge with clean water and add chopped kelp and salt. The bowl of hot porridge after the battle made these soldiers cry with happiness.
However, this feeling of happiness only lasted for a short while. When a strong smell of meat began to fill the battlefield, the Southwest Allied Forces and the Tokugawa New Army were all attracted. People looked around cautiously and were surprised by the smell. Where did it come from? Soon they found their target.
It turned out that in the isolation zone between the two armies, the Ryukyu Marines had already begun to cook broth. Cans of tinplate cans were opened, overcooked beef mixed with fat was poured into the pot, and salt mixed with spices was thrown in. , coupled with the pure white rice balls, the temptation of the food made all the Japanese soldiers' eyes turn blue.
Matsudaira Yongho held a rice ball just delivered by the Marine Corps in his hand. There was also an exquisite iron lunch box in front of him, which was filled with broth. The guard next to him swallowed the delicious aroma.
But Matsudaira Yongho had no appetite at all. It wasn't that he wasn't hungry, but that there was a stone blocking his heart and it was difficult to swallow any food.
"The gap, this is the gap. The gap between us and Ryukyu can be seen from just one dinner. The barren Ryukyu has only been governed by Xiao Letian for a few years, and it is actually so strong."
"I dare not say anything else. As long as the Ryukyu army can guarantee such food, even if they have no military pay, they will not have to worry about soldiers, and they will choose the best soldiers at will... No wonder it was said more than once in the Journey to the West, In the end, war is about comprehensive national strength and not just bravery on the battlefield.”
Matsudaira Yongho shared his food with the wounded soldiers behind him and walked to the nearest Ryukyu Marine. "I heard the accent of Shikoku just now. Looking at your clothes, I think you are Xiao Letian." I’m a member of the Bato Team, I’m Matsudaira Yongho, I wonder if I can sit down and have a chat with you.”
The people chatting by the fire were a group of resting members of the Battery Team. The leader was the company commander Tai Suzuki, the member of the Battery Team who made great contributions during the battle with the French.
The daimyo of Matsudaira Yōho and the other members of the Bato team had all heard of it, and they dared to laugh at those ordinary samurai and soldiers. But when they really faced the Japanese daimyo, the concept of superiority and inferiority that had been instilled in them for thousands of years came into effect again.
Suzuki Tai led all the team members to stand up and "saluted." With a snap, more than a dozen Marines collectively performed a new military salute, "Ryukyu Marine Corps, Foreign Legion Third Company, Captain Suzuki Tai has met your lord."
"Oh, you are still an officer. That's great. Please sit back and listen to your accent. It's Shikoku."
"Yes, my family was originally a corporal family from Shikoku. Later, it fell into ruin, and I became a wandering samurai... and became a man without a master. After many years of wandering, I was lucky enough to join the prime minister's army in Ryukyu. This is how I became a warrior. made my day."
Matsudaira Yongho glanced at him calmly, and suddenly found that there was a cowhide notebook commonly used by foreigners next to Suzuki Tai, with a pen pinned to it. He asked in surprise, "You can read, can I take a look?"
After thinking about it for a while, Suzuki realized that there was nothing worth divulging in his notebook, so he respectfully held the notebook over with both hands.
Matsudaira Yongho was stunned when he saw it. It was filled with Chinese characters. It was a notebook recording military achievements.
"At ten o'clock in the morning, Sonjiro attacked Kai Town and won the first battle, killing two Kai Town defenders... At 11:20 am, Ryota sniped and killed a shogunate ninja from a long range... At 1:30 pm, Guanghei led The team raided five islands and captured three alive..."
The notebook is densely packed with very beautiful Chinese characters, which record the military exploits of the soldiers of the Third Company. The time, place, characters, and events are all very clear.
Matsudaira Yongho was shocked, because in Japan, apart from those ancestral samurai who could receive education, it was not bad for other wild samurai to be able to read, let alone write these noble Chinese characters.
In Japan at that time, simplified Japanese had always been the script used by the lower classes, and the noble nobles were all proud of using pure Chinese characters.
"It's buried, it's really buried. Your ability should really be reused in Japan, making you a wild samurai without a family. This is a shame to all the great names in Japan."
After saying that, Matsudaira Rongho actually stood up and bowed deeply to the Bato team members. This was incredible. All the grievances in the past memories of the Bato team members were now flooding like a flood that broke a bank. Everyone's eyes were wide open. All red.
"No... Your Excellency is wrong. I am not a talent. In our Baidao team, even the most ordinary soldiers are literate. A real talent must at least be proficient in arithmetic... and arithmetic is really too difficult. .”
"Nani." Matsudaira Yongho was stunned at that time. "They are all literate. How is this possible?"
"How is it impossible? Not only do they need to be literate, but they also need to be proficient in arithmetic. The talented ones need to learn another foreign language. I, Xiao Letian, don't have idiot soldiers..." Following the voice, a group of people came. In the light of the torch, Xiao Letian, dressed in military uniform, stood in front of Songping Rongbao.
The young daimyo blushed slightly. He was spying on the Marine Corps behind his back, and actually let the Prime Minister get into trouble. This disrespectful behavior was very shameful.
But Xiao Letian didn't seem to care about this. He just looked at him calmly for a while, and then suddenly asked, "I heard that you have a special force called the White Tiger Youth League. I wonder if I can meet it."
Matsudaira Yongho was a little surprised. He didn't expect Xiao Letian to ask this. The White Tiger Youth League was not famous in Japan at the time, and most people just regarded it as an ordinary army.
"I'm very sorry. The bloody battle has just ended, and the army structure is still in chaos. Even I don't know how many people are left in the White Tiger Regiment... But please don't worry, Prime Minister. I will gather the White Tiger Regiment early tomorrow morning. Please take a look at it."
"Oh, don't be in a hurry, I just think they are a bit young and should be taken more care of... Luo Huo, remember, the children of the White Tiger Group need special care and use the best food and medicine. of..." This book was first published from, be the first to read the genuine content!
