"Masato Mita Mura, are you aware of your crime?"

The commander of the 9th Division, Yoshikara Ryosuke, pointed at the commander of the logistics and logistics corps force corps, Masashi Mita and asked angrily.

"I am guilty of being aware of my crime!"

Mitanmura was so scared that she shivered all over and couldn't stop sweating.

"Since you know your guilt, then commit suicide by cesarean section to thank the emperor!"

"I would also like to ask the division commander to give me a chance to make meritorious service."

Mitanmura fell to the ground with a "thump" sound, begging for mercy, like a dead dog, and no longer had the charm that the former imperial colonel should have.

"Baga! Do you have a little bit of what the Imperial Imperial Army should look like? Get up quickly!"

Yoshika Ryosuke was furious, raised his right foot and kicked him hard at Masashi Mitamura who was kneeling in front of him.

Yoshika Ryosuke was furious, so he almost used all his strength to kick Mitamura to the ground with one kick.

Santamura felt a sharp pain in his chest, and his head felt dizzy, and he almost fainted. He couldn't help but scream "ah".

For a person, life is definitely the most important, but for Masato Mitamura, a colonel from the Japanese Empire, there is something more important than his life, that is, the dignity of the imperial army!

He knew that the crime he committed was enough to be sent to the military court, and as a glorious imperial colonel, it was undoubtedly the most embarrassing to be sent to the military court.

He also knew that the division commander Ji Jialiangfu seemed to force him to commit suicide by cesarean section, but in fact he was protecting him the last trace of dignity.

Mitanmura was slowly getting up from the ground, but her face was determined to look resolute.

He patted the dust on his body, carefully sorted out his military cap and uniform, and then gave the division commander Ji Jialiangfu a standard military salute. Then, he turned around and walked out of the division command center resolutely.

Everyone knew that he must have had a caesarean section on his way to thank the Emperor, but no one spoke to stop him, and no one spoke to plead for him.

Because caesarean section is not a cowardly act, on the contrary, it is the Imperial Warriors who are maintaining their last trace of dignity.

This is cruel, but also a sacred thing.

If you make a voice to stop or plead for him, it will undoubtedly be like trampling on the last trace of dignity of Masashi Mitamura and defiling this sacred ritual.

What he did was not to speak out, but instead paid tribute to Masashi Mitamura.

But at this moment, everyone present looked lonely, especially the corps commander of the logistics and supplies corps corps of the Third Division, Taiichi Ida, and the corps commander of the logistics and supplies corps corps of the Thirteenth Division, Kazuo Inoue, who looked even more desolate now.

The rabbit dies and the fox is sad.

No, to be more precise, it can no longer be called the death of the rabbit and the fox.

Because Masashi Mita Murata undoubtedly represents their fate.

Sure enough, almost the next moment when Mitamura was stepping out of the command center, the angry shouts of Fujita Fujita and Ogisu Ribuki almost at the same time were heard in the command center.

When the two heard the sound, their bodies were shocked, but because of the lessons from Masato Mita Murakami, their performance was obviously much calmer and calmer at this moment.

The two of them carefully tidied up the military uniforms they wore, and then saluted a standard military salute to their respective division commanders, then turned around and walked towards the command department.

Fujita Jin, Yoshika Ryosuke, and Ogisu Ribing did not send anyone to supervise Masato Mitamura's caesarean section because they believed that the Imperial Army of the Great Japanese Empire had never been afraid of death and would never be a deserter.

With Masashi Mitamura, Taiichi Inaki and Kazuo Inaki left the temporary command of the 9th Division one after another, and the entire tent returned to death.

Fujita Jin and three division commanders did not speak, and no one else dared to say anything. They all stood in front of their seats with a serious look on their faces.

"Please sit down!"

After a long time, Ji Jialiangfu, the commander of the 9th Division, was the first to speak and signal everyone to sit down.

The officers of the Ninth Division raised their eyes and looked at Yoshika Ryosuke. After receiving his gaze, they sat down slowly.

The Japanese officers of the other 3rd Division and the 13th Division were also prompted by the eyes of their respective division commanders at the same time, and then sat down one after another.

"You all express your inner opinions?"

Ji Jialiangfu glanced at the Japanese officers and asked in a deep voice.

"Your Excellency the division commander, these abominable Chinese people dare to burn all our logistics supplies in one go. We must give them a profound lesson!"

After a moment, Major General Jing Shuxuan Shi, the commander of the 18th Brigade of the Ninth Division, was the first to stand up and express his opinion.

After receiving the nod from the division commander Yoshika Ryosuke, Jing Shuxuan continued to whisper: "This matter is a great shame for our divisions and the great Japanese Empire; this shame must be washed away by the blood of the enemy!

So Beizhi suggested that no matter where these abominable Chinese rats fled, they must be wiped out all!"

"Um!"

After Jing Shuxuan said that, all the Japanese officers present nodded and then echoed: "Jing Shujun is right! The shame must be washed with the blood of the enemy!"

"Yo Xi!"

When the commander of the 9th Division, Ji Jialiangfu, heard the sound, almost unconcealed murderous intent burst out from his eyes, and said coldly: "Since that's the case, then let me finish this task by Jing Shujun!"

"Hayi!"

"I promise to complete the task!"

Jing Shuxuan respected a standard military salute to him, and his tough face was full of hatred and determination.

He was a decisive person. Although he rarely went to the front line in person as the commander of the 18th Brigade, he had been flowing from beginning to end with the blood of Japanese thought. After responding, he turned around and walked towards the command department.

"Now we will discuss the matters of the battlefield ahead."

A little while, after Jing Shuxuan walked out of the command center, Ji Jialiangfu glanced at everyone and asked in a deep voice.

The logistics supplies were burned by a new ball of fire, which made the Japanese extremely angry and almost crazy.

Because they have no logistics supplies, they can hold on for up to three days and they have to withdraw their troops, otherwise they will go hungry.

Of course, you can also call the headquarters to transport the supplies again.

But if you transport supplies from Nanjing headquarters, it will take as soon as seven days.

However, if there is anything more angering these Japanese officers, it is the Chinese enemy on the main battlefield ahead.

If they hadn't resisted stubbornly, why would they have fallen to this point?

……
Chapter completed!