Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2847 I am the fish and he is the knife!
Wu Gan frowned slightly, because what Nathan said was indeed right. If these guys knew that he had obtained a large amount of food, they would all be like red-eyed rats.

Nathan suggested, "How about we notify them now and ask them to send someone over?"

Wu Gan shook his head and said, "Qi Anda said that the less people know, the better. Have you forgotten that there are spies among the Japanese in the tribal alliance?"

Nathan said angrily, "Who is this spy? He is hiding very well. Everyone seems suspicious, but there is no substantial evidence."

At this time, Wu Gan said, "That's why I'm worried that we'll be exposed when we pass through the territory of Wurigeng Dalai Lama. Moreover, Wurigeng Dalai Lama is a profit-seeking person. If we don't bring him with us this time, I'm afraid he will stir up trouble in the tribal alliance again."

Nathan smacked his lips and said, "What should we do then?"

Wu Gan thought for a moment and said, "Let's talk to Qi Anda about this and see what he says. And I think we should test the Dalai Lama Wurigeng. If he has any questions, this will be a very good opportunity."

"Yes!"

Nathan took the order and immediately went to the communications room, where he watched the signalman send a message to Duanwu.

After receiving the telegram, Duanwu thought it was feasible, but the purpose of the trip had to be changed, saying that they were going to attack Fuyang County.

Fuyang County is also near the mine, and there is a newly built arsenal by the Japanese.

The Japanese were probably planning to launch an offensive against the tribal alliance, so they built arsenals in Fuyang County, and even in Tongliao, Xing'an and other places.

Therefore, it makes sense that the Dragon Boat Festival will target Fuyang County.

So Duanwu immediately ordered the signalman to reply to Wugan Anda, asking him to tell Wurigeng Dalai that their target was the arsenal in Fuyang County.

After receiving the telegram, Chief Wugan smiled and said to Nathan: "Anda, you see how fast Qi Anda's brain works. In just a short while, our problem has been solved."

Nathan agreed, "Yes, yes. Then shall I send someone to inform the Urigeng Dalai Lama now?"

"kindness!"

Wu Gan nodded, and Nathan sent someone to inform the Dalai Lama Wurigeng to send troops as well.

But the chief of Wugang did not know that the Japanese were at the Dalai Lama's place in Wurigeng at that time.

Wurigeng Dalai Lama thought that if he killed the liaison between him and the Japanese and all the people who knew about the matter, the matter would be over.

But how could he know how cunning the Japanese were?

The head of the Special High Section, Fujiyama, dressed in a black kimono with an exquisite samurai sword on his waist, walked into the tent of the Urigeng Dalai Lama at a leisurely pace, oblivious to the people around him.

There was a sinister smile on his face, and that smile was as chilling as a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

The Dalai Lama Wurigeng was sitting at the table with a bowl of mare's milk in his hand. Just as he was about to drink it, he saw Fujiyama coming in.

His hand shook violently, and the wine bowl almost fell to the ground. He pretended to be calm, put the wine bowl heavily on the table, and shouted: "What are you doing here? Japanese are not welcome here!"

Fujiyama was not annoyed. He slowly took out a stack of documents from his arms and gently threw them on the table. The documents spread out, revealing the photos inside. They were the scenes of the Dalai Lama Wurigeng's secret meeting with the Japanese and accepting bribes from the Japanese.

"Why are you so excited, Chief Wurigeng Dalai Lama?"

Fujiyama spoke in not very fluent Chinese, and then pointed to the photos on the table and said, "Look at these photos. I think you are familiar with them, right? If these photos spread out, your reputation on the grassland will be ruined. Will your people still support you? Those guys in the tribal alliance will probably treat you as a rat crossing the street and everyone will shout and beat you."

The face of the Dalai Lama turned pale instantly. He looked at the photos in shock, not knowing when the Japanese had taken them. He was so nervous that he tore the photos into pieces and threw them into the brazier beside him.

But unexpectedly, Fujiyama said indifferently at this moment: "Tear it up, burn it! I still have a lot. Hahaha!"

Fujiyama sneered, and at this time, the nervous and angry Wurigeng Dalai Lama suddenly pulled out his knife from the knife rack behind him.

He wants to kill Fujiyama in front of him!

But Fujiyama showed no fear and said:
“Wurigeng, you can kill me, but if I die, every tribal alliance leader will soon have a copy of these photos in their hands.

And the Empire will use planes to drop more photos on your tribe.

Hahahaha, by that time, I wonder if the people in your tribe will still support you as much as they do now."

"You, ...what do you want?"

The Dalai Lama's voice trembled a little, and he stopped the knife he was about to swing.

His dream is to become a hero on the grassland, rather than a rat that is despised and beaten everywhere.

So he was nervous and frightened at this moment, and had long lost his previous heroic spirit.

At this time, Fujiyama raised his mouth corners and revealed a smug smile: "It's very simple, as long as you continue to work for our Special High Section, these photos will never be seen by others. Moreover, after the success, the benefits will naturally not be missed out to you."

Wurigeng Dalai clenched his fists, his heart filled with anger and resentment. He hated the Japanese for their cunning and deceit, and even more so, he hated himself for being so foolish as to collude with the Japanese.

But now, the evidence is in other people's hands, and he is like a duck with its neck strangled, unable to resist.

After a long while, Wurigeng Dalai asked through gritted teeth: "What else do you want me to do?"

Fujiyama walked to the table, put his hands on it, leaned forward, approached the Urigeng Dalai Lama who had fallen back to his seat, and said in a low voice:

"Continue our previous cooperation. You must inform me immediately of any movement of the tribal alliance. In this way, you can continue to be your chief. Moreover, the imperial army will take over this grassland sooner or later. By then, you will be the overlord of this grassland. What do you think of your future?"

Wurigeng Dalai Lama sighed, because he had no other choice, he could only nod heavily.

But then he suddenly thought of something, and said with his eyes wide open: "If you enter my territory so brazenly, you will be discovered. Then I will be exposed as well!"

Fujiyama smiled slightly and said, "Everyone who knew about this is already dead."

The Dalai Lama was angry because the guards outside his door were all his cronies.

But unexpectedly, Fujiyama said nonchalantly: "And their death can better cover up your identity. Don't you think this is a good show for you to be assassinated by the Imperial Japanese Army? By then, no one will be able to suspect you, right?"

At this point, Fujiyama suddenly drew the dagger from his waist and stabbed the Dalai Lama in the left shoulder.

Wurigeng Dalai was shocked and was about to overturn the table to protect himself, but Fujiyama let go and laughed, "That's perfect. Haha, hahaha!"

Fujiyama laughed, then turned around and walked out of the tent with a swagger.

Wurigeng Dalai Lama looked at Fujiyama's departing back, his eyes full of resentment.

He pounded the table hard, but there was nothing he could do. I was the fish and he was the knife. There was no way for him to turn back!