Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2857 Three Questions about Dragon Boat Festival!

The bonfire crackled in the night wind, and the firelight made Duanwu's profile sharp and angular.

He took the wine bag from Wugan, took a sip, and threw it to the Dalai Lama Wurigeng who was in a daze beside him.

The Dalai Lama Wurigeng was awakened only when the wine bag fell into his hand and he grabbed the wine bag.

But because he held it too tightly, the wine in the wine bag suddenly sprayed out and exploded on the campfire, leaving Wurigeng Dalai in a panic.

At this point, Duanwu became even more convinced that there must be something wrong with the Dalai Lama of Wurigeng.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Wuri Genganda, what's wrong with you recently? Why are you so absent-minded?"

Wurigeng Dalai raised his head, his eyes somewhat evasive, not daring to look directly at Duanwu. His lips moved, as if he wanted to explain, but he didn't know where to start.

But in the end, he said, "Maybe I didn't sleep well recently because of the assassin incident, so I'm a little dazed."

Duanwu smiled slightly because Wugan had already brought the topic to the assassin, otherwise Duanwu would have been embarrassed to continue asking further questions.

He had to solve the problem of Wurigeng Dalai Lama now. Otherwise, once he took action, unless he could keep Wurigeng Dalai Lama under control, Wurigeng Dalai Lama would definitely find a way to tip off the devils.

In addition, the anti-Japanese brigade had marched more than 150 kilometers and the troops needed time to recuperate. It would be better for Duanwu to use this time to resolve the uncertainty of the Dalai Lama Wurigeng.

Through observation, he found that the Dalai Lama was depressed and in a trance, which was caused by long-term overdraft of brain power.

When a person's brain is fatigued, not only will his hair turn gray, but he will also suffer from insomnia and mental depression due to too much confusion.

What could make a person so decadent? It must not be as simple as an assassination.

What's more, Wurigeng Dalai Lama has been to the battlefield. If he was a person who was afraid of death, he probably would not have the status he has today.

Therefore, the mental decadence of the Urigeng Dalai Lama at this time should be due to some kind of coercion that made him unable to extricate himself and thus became what he is now.

Duanwu rolled his eyes and said with a laugh, "Wurigen Anda, I know your martial arts skills are comparable to Wugan Anda's. What kind of person could hurt you?"

Wurigeng Dalai had already thought of an excuse for this, and he quickly said, "They were just some horse bandits. Seeing that I only had a few guards around me, they came to steal my mount. I was trying to protect one of my subordinates, so I got a little injured."

Duanwu nodded, and then said: "It seems that Wurigenganda is really loyal and righteous. For the sake of his subordinates, he even risked his life."

At this time, Urigeng Dalai Lama heaved a sigh of relief and thought: I finally fooled him.

But unexpectedly, at this moment, Duanwu said, "Wurigenganda, your wound must be very serious! The horse bandits all use big swords, and they mostly use them for chopping on horseback. If you want to stab another person through the gap, I'm afraid the sword is not long enough, right?"

Before Duanwu finished speaking, Wurigeng Dalai Lama's body shook, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

He hadn't thought of this, and this story was also made up by him for Wu Gan. But Wu Gan didn't hear anything wrong at all, but Captain Qi instantly found the flaw. His brain was working quickly.

However, at this time, Wu Gan hesitated and said, "What if the opponent uses a spear? Although our Mongolian warriors, including horse bandits, rarely use spears, we cannot rule out this possibility."

At this time, Wurigeng Dalai Lama seemed to have grasped the last straw and echoed: "Yes, the other side used spears."

Duanwu chuckled and said, "If it was a spear, I guarantee that Wurigenganda would still be lying in bed now, and would not have the chance to drink with us here."

Wurigeng Dalai and Wugan looked at Duanwu in confusion, but Duanwu said slowly: "We are all martial artists, and martial artists pay attention to the principle of 70% of the force being used and 30% of the force being used to retract. So when making a move, if the enemy is right in front of you, at least 30% of the force should be used to retract the move.

In this way, even if the gun hits the opponent, it is difficult to cause penetrating injuries without absolute certainty. "

At this point, Duanwu paused, and then continued: "What if there is suddenly another person in front of you when you are exerting your strength? The spear was originally stabbed at a distance of two meters. But when it was about one meter away, there was suddenly another person. What do you think will happen to this person? Will he be pierced through the left chest by the opponent's full-strength attack?"

Wu Gan suddenly realized what was going on, and Wurigeng Dalai was sweating profusely.

But after all, Wurigeng Dalai Lama has been on the battlefield for many years and his ability to respond is unmatched by ordinary people.

He immediately explained: "I knew I couldn't hide it from Qianda. In fact, my injury was caused by the Japanese. They came to my tribe to assassinate me, and I didn't check it for a while, so I was stabbed by them. If Qianda still doesn't believe it, I can open the wound and show it to you."

At this time, Wu Gan looked at Duanwu with admiration. He had suspected that the injury to Wurigeng Dalai Lama was caused by the Japanese, but since Wurigeng Dalai Lama didn't say anything, he had no choice.

But Qianda only said a few words to make the Dalai Lama Wurigeng confess himself.

At this time, the Dalai Lama's face also changed color. Although he felt that he had evaded the question, he also felt that he had fallen into the other party's trap again.

As expected, Duanwu continued, "Wurigen Anda, then I am a little confused. Why did the Japanese assassinate you instead of Wugan Anda? Are you more important than Wugan Anda?"

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Wurigeng Dalai Lama didn't know how to answer, but his brain was working rapidly, thinking of countermeasures.

After a moment, his eyes lit up and he said, "Indeed, my status in the tribal alliance is not as good as Wugan Anda's. But my territory is not small at all. And it borders the Japanese defense zone. Isn't it normal for them to come and assassinate me?"

Duanwu nodded, thinking that this Wurigeng Dalai Lama was indeed a hero on the grassland. After he had been around for so long, he was still talking to him.

However, the Dalai Lama had already fallen into the trap he had set, because as long as the Dalai Lama said that he was stabbed by the Japanese, it would be enough.

So Duanwu smiled and said, "What Wurigenganda said is right. Your territory borders the Japanese-occupied area. It is normal for the devils to send people to kill you."

At this point, Duanwu paused, then paced and said, "But the more normal it is, the harder it is to explain. The anti-mopping-up campaign in Fenghuang Mountain has just ended, and more than 20,000 Japanese were killed or injured. In this case, do the Japanese still have the strength to take down your Wurigeng tribe?
And if not, then what is the point of the Japanese sending people to assassinate you, the leader? "