Anti-Japanese War Frenzy: World Hegemon, Riches and Brothers

"..."

Terauchi Isamu prayed silently.

Please don't let it be about the cooking pot.

He's annoying enough already.

however.

Backfired.

The communications soldier holding the telegram immediately handed it to Terauchi Isamu.

"Bagaya road!"

After reading the telegram, Terauchi Isamu flew into a rage.

Goodness!

That's amazing!

Terauchi Isamu could no longer contain his emotions.

Facing the cooking pot in front of him.

Terauchi Isamu kicked him hard.

Bang!

The cooking pot was kicked over and placed on the ground.

"Isamu Terauchi roared."

"It's just a simple army cooking pot."

"What exactly is in the division commander's head?"

"Is it necessary to confirm repeatedly?"

"The Eighth Route Army has already fled."

Terauchi Isamu, who was cursing and swearing, seemed quite perplexing.

A single cooking pot caused such a long delay.

What exactly does the division commander on the outskirts, Yamashita Tomotake, want to do?

Their Imperial Japanese Army unit aimed to annihilate the Eighth Route Army.

Instead of a single pot.

"..."

The adjutant beside him looked at the furious Terauchi Isamu.

"Sir~"

"The division commander's confirmation suggests he might have his reasons?"

"Otherwise, we wouldn't be so cautious."

"Perhaps we should confirm it one more time."

The adjutant offered a cautious suggestion.

He heard what the adjutant said.

Terauchi Yu suppressed his agitation and calmed his emotions.

Looking at the cooking pot with disdain, Terauchi Isamu said helplessly.

"idiot!"

"Bring the pot over here!"

"Confirm whether they are Eighth Route Army soldiers."

The thought of Yamashita Tomoyuki, with his division commander rank, came to mind.

Terauchi Isamu eventually gave in.

no way.

That's what happens when you're a junior officer.

You have to obey orders.

"Hey!"

Japanese soldiers who received orders.

He immediately put the troop pot that he had kicked away back in front of Terauchi Isamu.

Terauchi Isamu slowly squatted down on the ground, carefully searching for the cooking pot.

Don't miss any details.

The edge of the cooking pot.

Terauchi Isamu's gaze fell on a sign.

"?"

What does it say on this?

Terauchi Isamu, who did not understand the contents, asked the soldier next to him.

The soldier standing nearby immediately replied.

"Sir."

"It says 'Third Regiment of the Ninth Column of the Eighth Route Army' on it."

"By the words on the sign."

"It has been confirmed that this field pot belongs to the Eighth Route Army."

After gaining the soldiers' approval.

Terauchi Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked impatiently at the communications soldier next to him.

"You all heard that, right?"

"This is the Eighth Route Army's marching pot."

"Report to the division commander immediately."

"Hey!"

The Japanese communications soldiers sprang into action.

Watching the communications soldier on the move.

Terauchi Isamu looked impatient.

He only hoped that this time, it would be the final confirmation.

If the division commander pulls any more tricks...

Terauchi Isamu was afraid that he would have a complete mental breakdown.

The outskirts of the base area.

Because of a cooking pot.

The Japanese soldiers, who had been tormented from night to day, waited expectantly.

"Division Commander!"

"coming!"

"It really is a marching pot from the Eighth Route Army!"

The moment I received the telegram.

The Japanese staff officer didn't dare to dawdle at all.

The telegram was immediately handed over to Yamashita Tomoyuki.

"!"

I checked the contents of the telegram several times.

I didn't expect it to be true.

Yamashita Tomotake couldn't believe it and stared at the telegram a few more times.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Yamashita Tomotake, his face beaming with excitement, looked up and burst into laughter.

comfortable.

This time I feel really comfortable.

"Hoo ho!"