The words of the Japanese envoy were transmitted to the ears of the old Japanese man Okamura.
Old Japanese Okamura suddenly felt his body staggering a little.
Didn't understand.
Very bleak.
"Sir Special Envoy, so you came here today just to stop me from attacking the New 1st Division?"
"Sir Special Envoy, are you the special envoy of my empire or the special envoy of his new division?"
"Sir, special envoy, don't you know that raising tigers will lead to disaster?"
"What the special envoy said makes no sense!"
"Our North China Front Army is ready for a decisive battle with the New First Division!"
"This time, my commander will mobilize hundreds of thousands of elites from the sea, land and air to participate in the battle!"
"Even if every soldier in this new division has three heads and six arms, they will definitely lead to a dead end!"
"Do you really not know this?"
"You also know that the New First Division is very strong now and is showing an upward trend."
"If we don't destroy it at this time, how will we fight against this dragon when it transforms into a real dragon?"
"Don't you understand what I say?"
"ah?"
"ah?"
"Are they really all idiots?"
The sound of scolding followed, and his eyes gradually turned blood red.
His breathing became faster and faster, his teeth were gritted, his lips were trembling, and his mentality almost collapsed.
Can't stand it.
It will explode instantly.
Such a state of mind makes me extremely anxious.
The mood at this moment is difficult to express in words.
A mixture of anger!
Resentment and resentment!
After the old Japs Okamura expressed his attitude, hundreds of other Japs generals in the conference room also started shouting excitedly.
Failed miserably again and again.
After the humiliation has reached this stage, it is natural for these Japanese generals to want to fully avenge their humiliation...
What kind of gentle and appeasing measures are you taking now?
To put it bluntly, doesn’t this mean giving in?
His face turned red from being slapped, his eyes were blood-red, and he could no longer express the resentment and anger in his heart with words...
The more I thought about it, the stronger the urge to vomit blood became.
The resentment is overwhelming!
"No truce!"
"Swear to destroy the new division!"
"I want to be a pioneer!"
"I want to take the lead too!"
"If the New First Division is not destroyed, how will our North China Front lose face?"
"The new First Division is immortal and its morale is gone!"
"I ask for a fight!"
"I ask for a fight!"
The mood of the Japanese generals rose again. The more they shouted, the more excited they became...
When the emotions were released, the whole person was about to soar from where he was.
Fujiwara Mayu, the commander of the Japanese 1st Imperial Army, also pretended to yell a few words along with her.
The deputy commander of the Japanese 1st Imperial Army, Abe Yanghui, and the Japanese soldiers Shinozuka immediately agreed...
Only Ono Masao, chief of staff of the Japanese 1st Imperial Army, bowed his head and remained silent...
Joy, anger, sorrow and joy cannot be unified in this world.
Chief of Staff Ono only felt that these people were so noisy...
"New First Division..."
"Fang Yujun..."
"You really...never let Xiaoye down..."
"Three armies attack together..."
"It's all a strong attack..."
"Take over Juncheng."
"Fuyu City."
"Xiajin Castle..."
“If you pick any one out, it’s enough to shock you for a while.”
"And Fang Yujun did it all at the same time..."
"Fang Yujun...how many trump cards...do you have?"
The chief of staff muttered silently in his ambition, his expression changing unpredictably...
A few laughs from time to time.
Sometimes I couldn't laugh or cry.
From time to time, I wink and wink...
The expressions are quite varied...
There is a special feeling when you look at it.
The Japanese special envoy Miyata Masao is under great pressure at the moment.
Being squeezed in the middle by hundreds of Japanese generals, his head was about to explode.
These bastards are not very good at fighting on their own and suffer repeated defeats, but when it comes to fighting, they are more active than the others.
ordinary man!
They are all common people!
You only know how to fight blindly, and you only know that losing troops will be of no use?
Not in the end...
In the end, it can only create a ruined look.
Is this feeling really good?
The special envoy of the Japanese Army, Miyata Masao, felt extremely angry...
But I couldn’t vent at the moment.
These are hundreds of Japanese generals.
What if you get mad and tear yourself apart?
Why doesn't anyone agree with me?
"Shut up!"
"Shut up, everyone!"
"Stop making noise!"
"Noisy!"
"This is the decision of the military department and the Prime Minister!"
"How can you change it without authorization?"
"If you had destroyed the New First Division earlier, where would these things have happened?"
"Aren't these all expedient measures for His Excellency the Prime Minister?"
"If not, what do you think should be done?"
"Okamura-kun, tell me, if you want to completely destroy the New First Division, how many soldiers and horses do you need to be absolutely sure of destroying it?"
The Japanese special envoy Miyata Masao asked with a sullen face.
I want to give you some color and want to open a dyeing workshop?
I don't even want to see if I am this kind of thing.
"this……"
"If there are 300,000 troops... we will have some confidence."
"With the full assistance of the navy and air force, we will be more certain."
The old devil Okamura groaned and then said a number.
"With an army of 300,000, can we have some confidence?"
"hehe!"
"Wouldn't it be the end of the whole army being annihilated by then?"
"Okamura-kun, do you believe what you said?"
"Just tell the truth and stop guessing charades with me."
"How many troops are needed to be absolutely sure of completely annihilating the New First Division and preventing the New First Division from resurrecting?"
The Japanese envoy Miyata Masao took a deep breath and asked again.
"this……"
"Absolutely sure..."
"Six... no... five... five hundred thousand!"
"Just give me an army of five hundred thousand!"
"Deploy five more flying groups to me!"
"Then the 3rd Fleet will be dispatched to be commanded by this commander."
"The new division must perish!"
The old devil Okamura held his head high and said excitedly.
"Half a million troops?"
"Five more flight groups?"
"Do you still want command of the 3rd Fleet?"
"hehe……"
"Hehehe..."
"Okamura-kun, why do you have such wonderful thoughts?"
"Okamura-kun, why don't you go to heaven?"
"Do you really have no idea what kind of situation the empire is in now?"
"I can responsibly tell you that these ideas of yours are completely whimsical!"
"The words of a fool!"
"Absolutely impossible!"
"So, don't even think about it!"
"Can you be realistic?"
"I don't know what's in my head."
"Do you really think you have such a big face?"
"You didn't go to court-martial, so that made you feel inflated, didn't you?"
laugh.
disdain.
rebuke……
The special envoy of the Japanese, Miyata Masao, did not save any face for the old Japanese, Okamura.
All he had to do was slap the old devil Okamura in the face with a big mouth.
The old devil Okamura felt his face burning at this moment...
It's so embarrassing.
"I support the special envoy!"
