Furthermore, this force actually annihilated 200 elite soldiers trained by Colonel Yamamoto!
This is incredible.
"Could they be bandits from the border?"
Commissar Zhao was a worldly man. He knew that there were many neighboring countries on the border between Yan and Huang, and with the current chaos of war, it was not uncommon for people to wander over.
"Let's go! If you don't believe me, just go and see for yourself! Everyone, gather around!"
Kong Jie shook his head, gathered fifty or sixty men, and followed Li Yunlong toward the prisoner-of-war camp.
......
"waste!"
"How much manpower and resources were spent training these two hundred people, and they've all been wasted like this!"
Where is Yamamoto?
Inside the headquarters of the Japanese First Army stationed in Xishan, a middle-aged man wearing a yellow military uniform, with a large belly, glasses, and a samurai sword at his waist, looked at his subordinates and flew into a rage.
"Sir, when we arrived, there was an Eighth Army squad there. The two sides exchanged fire briefly, and the other side retreated."
A Japanese officer with a small mustache, his head almost touching the ground, said in a trembling voice, "The colonel... the colonel... there are only 199 bodies in the POW camp, not the colonel's. I guess..."
After receiving the telegram, Taro Kameda led his men in military vehicles to the prisoner-of-war camp, but they did not find the colonel's body. He guessed that the colonel had been captured.
He also knew Yoshio Shizuka's temper; once he found out that the colonel had been captured, many people would definitely suffer.
"Captured?"
Yoshio Shinozuka's expression changed, and he angrily asked, "How many people are on the other side?"
"Sir, judging from the marching footprints, the number is estimated to be no more than 200." Taro Kameda's voice grew softer and softer, and he himself felt ashamed.
200 against 200!
It should be noted that Colonel Yamamoto was not leading an ordinary 200 men. If coordinated properly, these 200 men could easily take on a thousand men.
They were completely wiped out just like that.
This is utterly disgraceful to the Japanese people!
"Two hundred men against two hundred men, and Yamamoto-kun still got captured? Are they all just sitting around doing nothing?" Yoshio Shinozuka's expression changed upon hearing this. "Gather a battalion of troops and send them to Wanjia Town. They must wipe out these two hundred men!"
"Yes, sir!"
......
Early in the morning, two figures sat at the east end of the abandoned village.
The two were sitting cross-legged, chatting from time to time.
“Brother Bi, do as I say…”
"First exhale through your mouth, then press your tongue against the roof of your mouth, close your mouth, and inhale deeply through your nose, with a slow, fine, even, and long breath."
"While inhaling, imagine the air rising to your lower abdomen until it is full and bulging."
"Inhale through your mouth... With prolonged practice, your breath will become long and deep, and over time, you will develop a sense of Qi within your body." At the east end of the village, on a large rock, Wei Dayong was patiently explaining the ins and outs of martial arts training to Niu Bi.
“Brother Bi, your cultivation method is much better than mine, but compared to the secret manuals of Shaolin, it is far inferior.” Wei Dayong gave Niu Bi some pointers and then sat down to cultivate himself.
"Inhale, visualize..."
Niu Bi sat to one side and began to practice according to the method Wei Dayong had described.
As time passed, the sun gradually rose higher into the sky.
Just as Niu Bi was about to finish his practice, he suddenly took a deep breath and then imagined the breath going to his lower abdomen.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, a gentle breeze rose from Niu Bi's lower abdomen!
Following Niu Bi's intention, it slowly moved to the right.
"Qi, I've finally mastered the feeling of Qi!"
Niu Bi suddenly stood up, overjoyed.
He's mastered the Qi, something he's always dreamed of.
"Really? Congratulations!"
Wei Dayong opened his eyes and looked at Niu Bidao.
"Um?"
Niu Bi suddenly felt his breath disappear again.
"Again!"
Niu Bi was extremely excited. He wanted to strike while the iron was hot and consolidate this energy, but after dozens of attempts, there was still no energy left. He immediately stopped cultivating.
"Brother Bi, it's a good thing that you've regained your sense of Qi. Even though it's gone, as long as you persevere, you will definitely succeed!" Wei Dayong encouraged him from the side.
"By the way, it took me three years to practice this. I remember finding a He Shou Wu (Polygonum multiflorum) on a cliff. After eating it, I successfully developed Qi sensation in just a few days!"