Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

Chapter 798: Openly repairing the plank road and secretly visiting Chencang

Fujita Teru left the meeting. In the conference room, Liu Gangding asked in confusion, "Commander-in-chief, our situation is very good now. We have taken Kyushu Island with great momentum. In three months at most, we can take over the entire Fuso. At this time, Fuso is asking for peace. Anyone with a discerning eye knows that this is their helpless move and a temporary measure. Why should we agree to their so-called peace request?"

Su Zhengyang said calmly, "Please be patient. First, I have no intention of agreeing to Fusang's request for peace. Second, I want to see what tricks Fusang wants to play."

"Since they have no intention of asking for peace from Fuso, why should we pretend to be nice to them? Commander, I feel sick when I see the faces of the Fuso people."

Su Zhengyang shook his head with a smile, and said, "Our third army has already set out from Jinhai and is heading straight for Fuso Shikoku Island. At this time, it will be beneficial for our subsequent plans to relax Fuso's vigilance."

"So that's how it is." Liu Gangding nodded thoughtfully.

"Commander-in-chief, your move is truly far-sighted and unfathomable." Liu Gangding praised sincerely. He stopped, turned to face Su Zhengyang, and continued,

"On the surface, we seem to have shown some interest in Fuso's request for peace, but in reality, we are confusing our opponents, making them mistakenly believe that we may be complacent with our victory and thus relax their vigilance against us. In fact, as you said, our third army has quietly set off and is heading straight for Shikoku Island, preparing to catch Fuso off guard."

Su Zhengyang nodded gently, his eyes deep. He stood up, walked to the window, and looked into the distance, as if he had seen the dawn of victory. "War is not just a military contest, but also a game of wisdom and psychology. The Fuso people may think that they can delay time and regroup by asking for peace, but they underestimate our determination and wisdom. We must not only win on the battlefield, but also win this psychological war and make Fuso completely lose the will to resist."

On the other side, Li Yunlong led Fujita Teru into a small and dilapidated tent. The tent cloth was covered with mud and blood stains and looked very old.

Inside the tent, dim light struggled to penetrate the dirty tent cloth, barely illuminating the small space. A simple camp bed was placed alone in the middle, the bed board was mottled, and the bedding on the bed had long lost its original color, becoming dirty and old, emitting bursts of moldy smell.

Fujita Teru's eyes wandered in this simple environment, with mixed feelings in his heart. His clenched fists trembled slightly, which was the helplessness and anger of the current situation. He understood that Li Yunlong deliberately brought him here just to humiliate him.

Li Yunlong said with a wry smile: "Mr. Fujita, we are at war right now, so I think you won't mind if the conditions are a little bit simple."

Although his heart was filled with humiliation and resentment, Fujita Teru still tried his best to remain calm on the surface, forcing out a difficult smile to respond to Li Yunlong: "I can understand. This is an extraordinary period, and it is inevitable that the conditions are simple. Thank you for Mr. Li's arrangement, I will try my best to adapt to the environment here."

Upon hearing this, Li Yunlong curled up the corner of his mouth into an imperceptible sneer. He seemed to see through Fujita Teru's inner struggle and humiliation, but did not show the slightest sympathy or pity.

He said calmly, "Mr. Fujita, please settle down here first. I will have someone prepare some food and send it to you. However, I want to remind you that this is our territory after all, and our people are very hostile to the Fuso people. So, please keep a low profile and don't move around casually to avoid unnecessary conflicts and accidents."

After saying that, Li Yunlong turned and left, leaving Fujita Teru alone to face this extremely simple residence and the unspeakable humiliation and struggle in his heart.

In the kitchen of the logistics camp, Li Yunlong's eyes moved among the busy cooks. His eyes swept across the various ingredients on the chopping board and finally stopped at a corner, where freshly caught sea fish and some inconspicuous potatoes were placed.

"Old Liu, do as I said just now and get some food for that Fujita Teru." Li

Old Liu frowned slightly when he heard this, and was obviously a little dissatisfied with the act of sending food to the enemy, but then he was relieved. "Captain Li, I understand what you mean. Don't worry, I promise to make him eat a meal he will never forget."

So, after a busy period, a soldier from the kitchen squad was selected, holding a worn but clean clay basin in his hand. The sea fish in the basin seemed to have not yet fully realized its fate. It was still gently wagging its tail in the basin, emitting a pungent fishy smell.

The potatoes on the side were half-cooked, with rough skin, and were cold and hard.

The soldier quickly walked to the tent where Fujita Teru was, opened the curtain, and saw Fujita Teru sitting cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed.

"Hey, hey, hey! That Japanese devil, stop acting like he's dead, get up and eat!" The soldier's voice was a bit teasing and disdainful, and he deliberately put the clay basin in his hand heavily on the ground, making a dull sound.

Fujita Teru was interrupted by the sudden noise and slowly opened his eyes. What he saw was the live fish and some unappetizing potatoes. His face turned gloomy in an instant, and anger surged in his chest, but reason told him that he had to be patient now.

"I heard that you Japanese like to eat sashimi. I don't know how to make it, so I'll just give you a fish to eat. I'll bring you some water later. Eat it first."

Fujita Teru looked at the food in front of him with a gloomy face. Even dogs would hate it. His anger was rising in his heart, but at this moment, he had to bow his head under the eaves of others. Fujita Teru could only suppress his anger and slowly said, "Thank you."

He stood up and walked towards the clay pot, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He knew that this was not just a matter of a meal, but also a humiliation to his dignity and identity. But at this time, he could only choose to accept it, because he understood that he had no right to choose at all.

As night falls, the lights in the camp dim and everything is immersed in a quiet and depressing atmosphere.

Under the leadership and surveillance of Li Yunlong, Fujita Teru used the radio to send a reply telegram to Kyoto. As the telegram was sent, Fujita Teru finally breathed a sigh of relief. The humiliation he suffered was nothing. What was important was that China finally agreed to their request for peace.

"One day, I will make you Chinese pay double the price." Fujita Teru said silently in his heart.

After sending the telegram, Fujita Teru slowly stood up, carefully put the radio back in place, and then walked towards the entrance of the tent with heavy steps. Although the air outside was cold, it was fresher than inside the tent, making him temporarily forget the depression and humiliation in his heart.

At this moment, Li Yunlong's undisguised, rough and direct voice came from outside the tent. His words were full of contempt and disdain, as if Fujita Teru was just a weakling with no temper in his eyes.

"Damn it, I originally thought that this Japanese devil was a man of blood, but now it seems that he has no temper at all. He doesn't even dare to get angry when we humiliate him. I was planning to find an opportunity to give him a good beating, but it turns out that he is a piece of ass who can't even fart after three slaps."

Fujita Teru stopped and clenched his hands into fists, digging his nails deep into his palms, trying to relieve the anger and humiliation in his heart. He understood that Li Yunlong's words were a great insult to him, but he also knew that resistance at this moment would only put him in a more passive situation. So he took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and continued to walk towards his temporary residence.

Back in the tent, Fujita Teru once again lay on the worn-out camp bed, closed his eyes, and tried to calm himself down. However, Li Yunlong's words echoed in his mind like a magic sound, making it impossible for him to fall asleep.