Chapter 936: The African Legion's Meeting (3rd update, please subscribe)
Thousands of corpses were scattered on the open grassland, and groups of vultures were eating the corpses among the corpses. At the edge of the battlefield, hyenas that smelled the blood had appeared in groups, biting the corpses on the edge of the battlefield. Sometimes, they would carry away the corpses on the battlefield in groups, but they didn't dare to approach the soldiers in khaki uniforms.
However, for these hyenas, the dense corpses on the battlefield were an unprecedented feast.
The smell of blood on the battlefield will spread far and wide, eventually attracting nearby scavengers such as vultures, hyenas, and black-backed jackals. The corpses will eventually become food in their stomachs and naturally disappear from this world.
Although the only things blocking the Ming African Legion were some indigenous tribes, and the so-called tribal warriors were just a group of naked savages holding spears.
But unsurprisingly, they all were ready to die, which led to every battle being so bloody - one-sided and bloody.
Although the battle was over, the battlefield was still filled with smoke. In the smoke, soldiers carrying rifles were mostly holding samurai swords and cleaning the battlefield.
"Hurry up, hurry up, get to work over there!"
At the edge of the battlefield, Matsuda, holding a samurai sword, pointed to the woods not far away while facing a group of captured natives.
These dark-skinned natives walked towards that side in a daze. Many of them were injured. They looked at these guys holding fire-breathing sticks in horror, their eyes full of fear.
A dozen soldiers escorted the prisoners on both sides and walked forward for a dozen steps. Matsuda turned around and gave a meaningful and sly smile to the squad leader Akiyama Yoshifuru. Akiyama Yoshifuru didn't notice his subordinate's smile at all, and he didn't care about it.
"How many bullets are left?"
"Reporting to the captain, our team currently has 876 bullets left, with an average of 17 bullets per rifle..."
Sergeant Kasahara's answer made Akiyama Yoshifuru frown.
"I don't know when the logistics department will be able to catch up. Tell everyone to save bullets. I'll go ask the squadron leader if there are any bullets left..."
For the East African Corps, which had already penetrated deep into the heart of Africa and traveled thousands of kilometers, logistics was the biggest problem. Their troops continued to lose men during the long journey, not because of fighting, but because of disease.
Many people died of disease.
The reason why Akiyama Yoshifuru was promoted to squad leader was not because of his outstanding combat record, but because... many people died of illness. He was promoted from a soldier to a sergeant, and then temporarily promoted from a non-commissioned officer to a second lieutenant.
"Sir Captain, if we don't have bullets, if our troops encounter a large tribe like today again, we will have no choice but to fight with samurai swords, and there will probably be a lot of casualties!"
Without waiting for Vice Captain Kasahara to finish his words, Akiyama Yoshifuru spoke.
"Baga! As samurai, how can we not use samurai swords? If we don't have bullets, we will use samurai swords to fight. As long as we have breath, we must keep moving forward to complete our mission and meet up with the West African Legion!"
Join forces with the West African Legion!
As long as they meet, their mission will be accomplished! By that time, this land will become the land of the Ming Dynasty, and their sacrifice will be worth it!
As a samurai, you should die for His Majesty the Emperor!
This is a samurai's duty!
Like all Japanese warriors of the Ming Dynasty, Akiyama Yoshifuru recognized this duty and of course hoped to survive in Africa and make military achievements for His Majesty and the empire.
And deep down in his heart, he certainly longed for land - according to the promise made by His Majesty, after the war, the warriors would be rewarded with a piece of land that would produce no less than 400 shi of rice.
400 shim of land!
Such a piece of land was very attractive to all the samurai, including Akiyama Yoshifuru. They had even planned in their minds that after the march was over and the land was distributed, they would bring their families over... They didn't even need to bring their families over. Although their brigade now had less than 600 soldiers, there were more than 800 laborers. Among these people, half were men doing heavy physical labor such as pulling carts, and there were more than 400 women. Although those native women had dark skin, they were the best spiritual comfort for the samurai in the army. The graceful figures of the native women had always been their favorite. Among them, many women were even pregnant. They all had their own masters. Sergeant Kasahara's woman was a woman who looked quite beautiful.
In the future, they will definitely settle down here with those native women. Japan, no, East Japan, who would be willing to go back to the impoverished East Japan?
"Yes! Your Excellency's teaching is very true. I have forgotten the basics of a samurai..."
Facing the reprimand from his superior, Kasahara bowed repeatedly to apologize. At this moment, a "Hey, hey" sound came from a distance, accompanied by screams.
"Damn it, let Songyuan and the others take them away."
Akiyama Yoshifuru muttered something casually, and then at this moment, as if he had discovered some danger, he stood up suddenly, took out a telescope, and observed into the distance.
“Someone!”
Someone!
At the end of the horizon, a small group of people could be vaguely seen. Unlike the naked natives, they were wearing yellow military uniforms. Although the uniforms were worn out and looked like a pile of rags, when Akiyama Yoshifuru saw them through the telescope, he shouted excitedly.
"Quick, go and report to the Captain, the troops of the West African Legion are coming!"
Those people who looked no better than beggars were the Ming Dynasty's West African Legion. In this wilderness, they were the only ones wearing the same military uniforms and flying the Ming Dynasty's sun and moon flags.
Although they saw each other's flags, they seemed to be looking at each other. From a distance of several meters, Akiyama Yoshifuru looked at these guys who looked similar - more like beggars than soldiers.
They were all the same - wearing tattered military uniforms and the boots on their feet were also tattered. The only thing that was still bright and eye-catching was the flag they were holding, the Sun and Moon Flag of the Ming Dynasty!
Akiyama Haogu quickly saluted and stood upright.
"Major, I am Akiyama Yoshifuru, Second Lieutenant of the 36th Expeditionary Battalion of the East African Corps of the Ming Empire!"
"I am Major Ding Pengjie of the 19th Expeditionary Battalion of the West African Legion of the Ming Empire!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ding Pengjie walked up to him and gave him a hug, then he said excitedly.
"Okay, we finally met!"
(End of this chapter)
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