Chapter Fifty: A Dog That Bites Does Not Bark

  "Alright, I know you're straightforward and don't like schemes, so I specifically reminded you earlier to let the puppet army take the lead. But when you heard gunfire, you immediately forgot. You must remember that this Chinese nation is a cunning and deceitful one. We must always be on guard against their schemes, but they like to fight among themselves, which is why our great Japanese Empire has the opportunity to dominate this continent and achieve our long-held dreams. You must always keep this in mind. Make full use of the puppet army, even if they're a bit weak - there are many people on this Chinese land, and using them up over the next few decades won't be a problem. Even if they all die out, wouldn't that just make it easier for our great Japan to rule? Think carefully about this war with this country and nation. Remember, military might is just a means - our goal is to occupy them, not to shed blood here! Go down and bandage your wounds."

  "Hey" The squadron commander stood at attention, turned around and walked out. These words shocked the soldier. Indeed, he was a superior officer after all.

  Yamamoto Kitaro walked around the house a few times, feeling somewhat helpless towards Mei Huan-yu in his heart. He still couldn't leave without the cooperation of local forces, although he knew they were definitely slippery characters. After all, it wasn't glorious that Japanese soldiers had been ambushed with landmines. This matter couldn't be blamed on Mei Huan-yu's head, and now that the Japanese soldiers had retreated back, while the security battalion was still continuing to suppress bandits, if they were punished this time, those wall grass might not work hard in the future.

  Yamamoto Kitaro angrily drew his sword, splitting a screen in two. After the flames of anger had subsided, he smiled and took out a snow-white handkerchief to carefully wipe away the marks on his sword. At this moment, Yamamoto Kitaro's demeanor was as solemn and natural as that of an enlightened monk. If he were to change into different clothes and appear in a temple, many devout men and women would surely rush to kneel down and worship him.

  The sunlight finally spilled onto the earth, and a few wisps of smoke rose from the fake military camp, setting off the busy figures of the Han traitors, making them seem somewhat ethereal.

  Mei Huan Yu quietly watched the assembled pseudo-military troops in front of him, feeling a bit joyful. After the assembly command was given, more than 1,000 pseudo-soldiers were equipped and lined up in three minutes. This team had cost him countless efforts, and today was the time to test them. He waved his hand slightly, and the officer on duty shouted loudly: "Attention!"

  Everyone responded in unison, each standing upright and listening intently to the team leader's speech.

  "Brothers, our team has been through so much training for such a long time, and it's time to test ourselves. Many of you have already experienced the trial by fire in the last battle, and you didn't disappoint me. You are now qualified warriors. For a long time, we've been called traitors behind our backs, but who dares to say that to your faces? This shows what? It shows that we have strength, and they're afraid of us! They fear our guns! Similarly, when facing those rebel parties, it's because the imperial army is stronger than us, so we must obey orders. Otherwise, both you and I will lose our lives." The crowd below whispered to each other, looking at each other in confusion, not understanding why their captain was saying this.

  "Listen, Mei Huan-yu continued to say: 'In today's world, whoever feeds us is who we rely on. To speak a treasonous word, the current Jin Dynasty is nothing but a group of barbarians from outside the pass. They obtained the world and we all changed our surname to Jin. Now that the Japanese have already taken over half of the country and are about to take over the world, those who defy heaven will not be able to survive. We naturally need to follow the will of heaven. Therefore, brothers, from now on you can hold your heads high and loudly tell those who call you traitors: 'You are loyal to the country.' Future historians will say that it was you who promoted national integration. Because of you, the moment of peace in the world will arrive sooner. Once we eliminate the rebel party, everyone will have a good life. For yourself, for your family, let us eliminate the rebel party and restore peace to the world! Kick away all obstacles on our path. Kill!"

  The people below listening to the team leader's speech responded in unison: "Kill! Kill! Kill! ........." A fierce air rushed forward. Mei Huan-yu nodded satisfactorily, waved his hand, and the pseudo-army set off in formation.

  Down below, several fake soldiers whispered to each other, the captain is really formidable, in the blink of an eye he turned the tables and it's pouring now, this phrase is spot on.

  In front is Chenjiapu village, this village is only eight miles away from Tongluo Village, many people have relatives in Tongluo Village. Although the martial arts team also arranged for someone to come and relocate a few days ago, many people who are homesick cannot bear to leave, and many people who left ran back. Everyone is worried about the crops in the field, which will be harvested in autumn in a few days, and it's really not reassuring to leave. When everyone gathered together, they encouraged each other, and as a result, several villagers from Tongluo Village came running yesterday, saying that the devils and puppet troops had gone to their village, and everyone put down their worries. Usually, these devils and traitors would not go to a second village after collecting grain and grass in one village. Everyone's heart was put back in their stomach again.

  However, before they could even go out to look at the crops, a group of puppet soldiers arrived at the entrance of the village. Those who were quick-witted turned around and ran away, hiding quietly. But most of them were blocked inside their homes by the puppet soldiers. The village head busily welcomed them, bowing and scraping to Mei Da, the big traitor: "Director, you've come, so we won't have to bother anymore. I'll get everyone to gather grain for you right away, and slaughter chickens to cook a meal."

  Mei Huan-yu shook his head, smiling and replied: "Today, apart from collecting grain, there's something else I need your help with. I heard that many people in your village are connected to the rebel party, call them out for me, I'll have a chat with them." He looked around and continued: "Of course, you can hide a few, then we'll see whose mouth is harder, or whose knife is sharper."

  He smiled and glanced at the bailiff's neck, chuckling. The bailiff's legs softened and almost fell to the ground, blaming himself for not listening to the Wu Kong team's words to transfer, now being pinched by others.

  He hastily smiled and agreed to gather the villagers, but that smile was uglier than crying, which made Mei Huan Yu laugh out loud.

  (Serious reminder: From the next volume onwards, this article may stimulate many people's minds, YY and bloody scenes will gradually emerge, people with weak mental health please watch carefully.)