The Bianliang Pill is an emergency food widely used by the Japanese when they launched a war. It was designed to quickly replenish soldiers' physical strength in the absence of supplies.

They are usually made from compressed cereals, beans, dried fruits and even some herbs blends designed to provide enough calories and necessary nutrients.

However, the taste of Bingliang Pills is indeed not satisfactory. They are a smell of carrots and rice, which is very difficult to swallow.

So after a large amount of modern compressed food appeared, the Bianliang Pills were gradually abandoned by the Japanese.

However, due to the shortage of Japanese supplies, the soldiers and grain pills were still delivered to the battlefield as usual. The Japanese only ate one or two when they really had no food.

The puppet soldiers, each with bitter faces, swallowed a soldier-food pill with tears in their eyes.

They didn't eat overnight, and they tossed for a night, and their chests had already been pressed against their backs.

So even if it is difficult to swallow, they can only swallow it.

Of course, the Japanese would not care about the lives and death of these puppet soldiers. They ate canned beef and compressed biscuits. Although the taste was not very good, they were much more comfortable than the puppet soldiers' expressions.

Time passed by minute by minute, and time soon came around eight o'clock, and the Japanese two reconnaissance planes and three fighter planes also flew over the grassland.

General Takeda put on his straight military uniform and walked out of the tent with a saber, looking like a wise bead in his grasp.

He said proudly to all the Japanese: "It's time for us to fight back. I will spend one day today to completely defeat the Wugan tribe and capture Wugan and Ye Xiuwen alive!"

"good!"

The Japanese cheers came one after another, and then the army set out and headed straight for the Wugan tribe camp where they were investigating.

And in the camp of the Wugan Tribe, the herdsmen still live peacefully, as if all the noise outside has nothing to do with them.

They either bow their heads and shepherd the sheep, or sit around the fire and whisper. The Japanese planes swimming in the sky are just a shadow in the distant sky. They choose to turn a blind eye, listen, and stick to their tranquility and harmony.

The Japanese reconnaissance plane hovered in the sky, taking a look at the scene, and then quickly reported to General Takeda.

Upon hearing this, General Takeda raised a smug smile on his lips. The smile contained both confidence in the situation and expectations for the soon-to-be victory.

Everything was moving steadily in the predetermined direction, as he had expected.

The Japanese army wandered on the grassland like a long steel dragon.

Fighter planes were constantly passing by in the sky, and the road and air combat were coordinated, which made the Japanese and puppet troops feel safe.

So in this way, the Japanese army walked forward all the way, and walked all morning, and was about to arrive at the camp of the Wugan Tribe.

But at this moment, the reconnaissance plane suddenly heard from the news: the herdsmen of the Wugan Tribe disappeared. Only a few people drove cattle and sheep to escape north.

General Takeda frowned, and the sudden change made his mood, which had just gotten better, suddenly plummeted.

His plan revolves around the herdsmen of the Wugan Tribe. Force the cavalry of the Wugan Tribe to fight with him. Otherwise, it would be difficult to find a cavalry on the vast grassland.

He looked at the sun still hanging in the sky and comforted him a lot.

At least he still has time, and there are many planes coming to increase the number of employees this time.

He immediately ordered the Japanese planes to increase their reconnaissance efforts and make sure to find the foothold of the Wugan Tribe before the sun sets.

The Japanese planes quickly changed their strategies and were not limited to one target to reconnaissance, but divided the entire grassland into several areas and then searched in different areas.

There is no way to hide thousands of people on the grassland.

Soon, news came that the herdsmen of the Wugan tribe were gathering together and the Japanese were still moving northwest 50 kilometers away.

Upon hearing this news, General Takeda's brows frowned even tighter.

Because it was already fifty kilometers, the other party might have walked all night.

If they want to catch up with the moving herdsmen, it may not be enough for an afternoon unless they send cavalry to intercept them.

However, the reconnaissance plane also discovered that there were many scattered cavalry on the grassland, and especially not far from the army gathered, it was only about five or six kilometers, with at least two cavalrymen with no less than a thousand people following.

What do these two cavalrymen want to do? I'm afraid General Takeda can guess even a fool.

This is like a prairie wolf hunting. It will follow its prey until it is tired or relaxes its vigilance and suddenly appears and hunts the other party.

Thinking of this, General Takeda couldn't help but feel like he was on his back.

His brain was running rapidly, and he imagined various possibilities, but he turned out to be overturned by himself.

Before he knew it, he was in a dead end, a dead end that he could not even jump out of.

Is General Takeda going to die on this grassland?

No, this is absolutely not possible. Takeda has to step into the threshold of the general with one foot, so how can he die here?

Suddenly, General Takeda thought of something. Doesn’t a senior agent in the TKK have in the Horoscope? And it seems that the other party is very respected by the Horoscope. It would be better to ask him to help him and stop the herdsmen of the Wugan Tribe, so that he will definitely arrive before dark.

So he immediately ordered: "Go to generate electricity for TKK, and ask their people to find ways to persuade the tribal alliance members and send troops to intercept the herdsmen of the Wugan Tribe."

"Hi!"

The Japanese officer outside the car rode his horse to find the communications soldiers, and General Takeda then let out a long sigh.

But the time is not long. Yarlung Zangbo, who is in the tribal alliance, received an order from TKK, asking him to immediately persuade the tribal alliance to send troops and block the way for the Wugan tribe herders to flee west.

When Yarlung Zangbo saw this order, he had no expression changed because he had already received a vaccination before. And this was part of his plan.

After he put away the radio station, he walked towards the big tent where more than a dozen tribal leaders were having dinner.

At this time, more than a dozen tribal leaders were eating meat and drinking in large gulps. It was so lively in the tent!

On the barbecue grill, fat beasts were roasted to golden and crispy, and the grease dripped into the flames, making a "wavy" sound, accompanied by an attractive aroma.

The leaders each held sharp bone knives and unceremoniously cut pieces of meat from the barbecue. There was still a hint of heat on the meat. They didn't care at all, and they opened their mouths and bit them. While they were chewing, a satisfied smile spilled out of the corners of their mouths.

The large pottery jar on the side is filled with wine carefully brewed with various wild fruits and herbs, with a deep color and a strong aroma.

The leaders took turns to hold up the pottery bowls and slid their heads and drank. The wine slid down their Adam's apples, bringing waves of coolness and pleasure.

Some leaders even raised the wine jar high and poured it into their mouths. Where did they feel the urgency of the enemy at present?
Chapter completed!