Otomo Goro, who was threatened, was not discouraged. On the contrary, in his opinion, Shandong's formation was actually similar to the sword and gun forests placed by the green forest. He lacked confidence and used such tricks to support the scene. The more he did, the calmer he was.

The real problem happened to his entourage. These officers were not real diplomats and lacked the basic qualities of diplomats. When they arrived at the reception desk arranged by Shandong, a Fusang officer suddenly asked: "Where is the girl who serves us? I heard that you Shandong has enough beauties, but I have long wanted to see them."

"Give up a girl? It's easy to give it money. How much do you plan to pay?" The tall Tieler obviously had no good impression of this Fusang man, his tone was cold and his attitude was extremely arrogant. "The Grand Marshal didn't give us this part of the expenses. If he wanted to find a woman, he would pay for it himself."

"Oh? Then let's see, what price do you Tiel women offer? But in my opinion, they are not worth a penny. A few years ago, in the northeast of this country, I slept as a slaughtered Tiel women. Especially in the Lushun Fortress, which included a marquis daughter, but so what? After the matter was done, I only threw a few cigarettes to her, and she would say thank you to me. When the soldiers of the Empire entered this city, all the Tiel women in this city had to serve the soldiers of the Empire and were free. There were rumors that a Tiel royal family in this city did not know her..."

A storm suddenly blew up, and the team of the Fusang delegation was washed away. The smug military officer was entangled with the figure of the tall and powerful officer Tiele. The elbow and knee hit, and the officer Tiele used heavy hands, and had never considered showing mercy at all.

Both of them are soldiers, and their fighting styles are simple and effective. Fusang's officers are also proficient in fighting, but they did not suffer any loss. When the two developed into close combat, the judo he was proficient in was easier to play. However, from the overall situation, the soldiers of the Lu army had a company, and there were only 30 people in Fusang, and there were no weapons. This determined that Fusang was destined to be the party who suffered losses in this fight.

"We are diplomats and enjoy diplomatic preferential treatment..." Seeing several soldiers joining the battle group, the military officer was obviously at a disadvantage. Other soldiers who wanted to help were surrounded by more Lu soldiers. With the butt stock and whip, several Fusang soldiers had already fallen to the ground. Ototo Goro shouted loudly, hoping to end the battle.

But the tall Tielle officer was crazy because of the blood on his face. He scolded in Tielle, and at the same time kicked the heavy leather boots violently at the knocked enemy. It was not until the troubled Fusang military officer had already vented more and had less energy that he spitted on the ground.

"Damn diplomatic preferential treatment! It is the greatest preferential treatment if you don't hang them all. Arrest them all and send them to prison. There is their place. If something goes wrong, I'll be responsible!"

These soldiers obeyed the commanders' orders, and the Fusang delegation had no choice but to surrender in front of hundreds of Minni rifles.

So, a group of diplomats did not stay in the guesthouse, but were sent to the Shandong Provincial Model Prison. Due to the special care of officer Tiele, they were detained by the death row in the Model Prison. There were no other prisoners around, so they could only look at the dark red blood stains on the walls and the dark aisles.

No matter if you scream, it will be of no use here. Following the wind, you can even hear shrill screams coming, making people unable to help but guess what happened.

Most of the entourage officers were injured, and several of them were seriously injured. When they arrived in the cell, they couldn't help but shout, requiring doctors and medicines. But no matter whether they were in Chinese or Fusang, they could not get any response, as if they were locked up here, even if they completed the task, no one would care about anything else.

Since they could not see the sunshine and their watches were confiscated, time became a vague concept for the prisoners. At first, the people in the diplomatic team were not worried about anything, and they didn't dare to do anything to them when they came to Shandong. They would not have been able to release them for a long time. They whispered and discussed what kind of protests they should protest to Shandong about this matter, and how much money they would have to pay for this punch.

Otogoro was in a cell, and he sat cross-legged on the bed, motionless, like a monk entering a meditation. The others looked at it for a few times and continued to discuss their own affairs. But gradually, their mouths became dryer and their stomachs began to feel hungry. Some people began to walk around the cell anxiously, shaking the door with their hands.

"Food! We need to eat, and water!"

One shout after another echoed in the cell, and what responded to them was a constant darkness and a dead silence. No matter how these people shouted, or the sound of the fences shaking, they received no response.

The voice of discussion gradually became smaller. Even if no one spoke softly, the pessimism spread quietly in the cell like a virus. The confidence and arrogance when they first arrived in Shandong were disappearing little by little. The empire will surely win the war. Of course, there will be no problem with this, but whether you can see the victory is a big problem.

Shandong dare not kill envoys openly, but if Zhao Guanhou was crazy and executed secretly, no matter what form of punishment he was given to him, his life would be destined to be unable to be returned. After all, Zhao Guanhou was an official who stayed in the pre-Kind era until the Communist Party of China. The former Jin Dynasty had committed evil deeds of abuse of diplomatic envoys, so who can guarantee whether he would follow suit?

In addition, some people began to wonder whether Officer Tiele would simply not report the whereabouts of himself and others, and use this secret detention to turn them into mysterious missing people. After all, the imperial investigation teams were mysteriously missing in Shandong, and it is not impossible for another missing incident to occur.

I don’t know how long it has passed, and no one has spoken. Everyone is listening quietly in the cell. Some people press their hands on their pulse to calculate the passage of time, while others have gloomy faces and are each planning their own affairs.

Someone suddenly exclaimed, and before his companion scolded him, he said first: "Bone! There are bones here!"

In order to prove that he was not lying, he raised his unintentionally touched something. The cell was very dark, and the matches on these people were confiscated, so he could only rely on groping. Someone shouted: "It should be a leg bone. I can guarantee that this bone belongs to humans."

The cell became even quieter. The former owner in the room turned into a pile of bones. God knows when this happened and what kind of identity it was? Perhaps they were just like themselves, locked in the cell without anyone asking about it, starving to death silently, and finally turning into a pile of bones.

Except for a few military officers, most of the military officers were civilians in the army and military merchants. The courage of these people could not be compared with the frontline suicide squad. When they thought that their future destiny might be such a pile of bones, they felt even more depressed. Although no one blamed the provocative officer, no one paid attention to his injuries.

The sound of footsteps suddenly sounded, and the sound of military boots stepping on the stone slab was accompanied by the sound of the key collision. This ordinary sound made the Fusang messenger excited. As long as the other party could think of his existence, it was hope.

The dim light stayed at the door of Ototo Goro's cell, and then the man's hoarse voice "Is Ototo Goro like this? The handsome man wants to see you!"

From beginning to end, he ignored the protests or scoldings of other diplomats. In his eyes, these people did not seem to exist. Ototo Goro opened his eyes, moved his limbs, and smiled twice, "You are coming faster than I thought. In fact, our Fusang people's ability to endure hunger is far above your imagination. Even if we don't eat or drink for a few more hours, we can persist."

When he walked out of prison, he found that it was already evening. It only took ten hours from the time he was put into prison. Normally, in such a short time, they were not really hungry enough to be unbearable. The main reason was the dark environment and the loss of concepts of time, which made people feel anxious and their physical function response was greatly abnormal.

Zhao Guanhou was very easy-going. After meeting, he called Otomo to sit down and did not mention his arrest. Otomo never mentioned it. The two seemed to have achieved some tacit understanding, just pretending that the arrest had not happened.

Just like the provocation of Fuso officers, the prison trip of the messenger regiment was actually the first round of each other's temptation. They gave each other a warning, hoping to gain more initiative in the subsequent negotiations.

It seems that Ototo Goro's side suffered a loss, but from another perspective, it was Ototo Goro who forced Shandong's supreme commander, which can be seen as Fusang gaining half of the advantage. Therefore, who is the real winner in this round is actually not clear.

"Mr. Otomo, we first met outside the pass. At that time, you were your country's intelligence officer. I thought that with your talent, you had already made great achievements. I didn't expect that you are still an intelligence officer now, which is really a bit inexplicable. In your army, you have always paid attention to combat staff. Intelligence officers can only be considered as the second echelon, and their future promotions will definitely be inferior to the former. Judging from your resume, if you serve as a combat staff member, you will definitely have a greater future. Although I am the opposing side, I feel sorry for Mr. Otomo."

"Guan Shuai is polite. After parting that day, I miss you very much. I see you again today. Guan Shuai's style is still the same. I am quite old. Personally, I think that holding a position is just a price that I have to pay to earn a salary. The intelligence staff is actually much more idle than the combat staff. I have plenty of time to be lazy and don't have to bear the responsibility for failure in combat. For me, it is a rare beauty. If you have the opportunity to meet Your Excellency Kamio, don't say good things about me in front of him. If I transfer me to the position of combat staff, it would be really distressing."

Omoto blew up, then asked without hesitation: "Your country's habit has always liked to talk about things at the dinner table. I wonder where the banquet will be today?"

"Omoto-kun is talking quickly, come and prepare the seat!"

"I have always been a supporter of Chinese cuisine. Guanshuai's food is much better than the food in the army. I will never be polite when there is delicious food to enjoy."

Zhao Guanhou smiled and said, "Dayoujun, everyone has the same food in the army. How can you compare food with your family when marching and fighting? Even if I only bring exclusive chefs when marching, it is much worse than the general's mansion. So I don't understand that if your country is giving good food and insisting on coming to Shandong to eat military rations, isn't it a pity?"

"That's not to say that, our expedition is really good. The Grand Marshal must have known that the external neutral treaty signed by the State Administration and our country will not intervene in the war between Fuso and Prussia. The purpose of our expedition is to fight for living space for the Yellow races. In the northeast of your country, we successfully defeated the Tiel people and achieved a higher status for the Yellow races internationally. This time, we will continue the legend again and uproot Prussia. In the future, the Yellow races will be with the Whites internationally. The Yellow races are no longer the sick husbands of East Asia, and the Taixi dare not try to turn Asia into a colony. No Taixi dares to call us a yellow-skinned monkey. For this great purpose, even I have prepared for sacrifice. When life can be sacrificed, what can it be considered if I suffer a little hardship?"

The banquet was prepared very quickly, and only two people enjoyed the whole table, and they did not accompany the guests. Otomo asked: "Where are other officials in Shandong? Even if the Minister of Civil Affairs is not here, the Chief of Finance and Justice, it should appear? Fusang is a country with barren products and believes that wasting food is the biggest crime. If we dump so many delicacies, we will go to hell after death, right?"

"In contrast to Fusang, China is a country with a large land and abundant resources. We have a large population, a lot of production, and people die, and things that can be lost. Even if we take a look at this table and then throw it away, we can still bear such a price. It doesn't matter whether those people come or not. In the end, the only person who makes the decision in Shandong can only be me, and it doesn't make any sense to talk to them. The military situation is urgent, and I don't have much time to waste in the meeting. If it weren't for presiding the public memorial service for the fallen soldiers, I'm still in Qingdao fortress. So I'll use our Shandong model and make a decision. After everyone finishes the meal, I'll have to go to Qingdao. Oto-kun can take a bus with me at that time."

"Since the self-army landed in Longkou, your army launched a tenacious resistance, fighting with the strong with weak forces, and fighting until the last soldier, he did not give up his position. As a warrior, your army's righteousness has been completed. Even from an opposing perspective, your army's courage is also respected by us. However... this kind of killing and sacrifice is meaningless. These excellent soldiers should obtain military merits on other battlefields, rather than sacrifice for meaningless goals."
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