Chapter 5: The Innocent (Part 2)

The sword light is like a wave, piercing through the rock and cracking stones.

Anything that blocks the light of this row of swords will either be penetrated or torn apart, and no one will be spared. In the eyes of the little prince Baiyin, every move of the riders is actually not done in full. With the speed of the horse, the next step will be to slash, move the horse sideways, and then it is destined to be slashed in a diagonal manner. The reins are sliding left, and the knife is used to cut with the knife and turn right, which is the final blow after the war horse passes. However, after all, the opponents who can continue to stand in front of the horse can still stand a few more. Is his own Wuqi Yete left flag the next goal of the cavalry?

"It's so amazing, the Red Beard is so amazing." Someone around the little prince was talking in a very low voice, "It's no wonder that he dares to play tricks with the Japanese."

"I don't know what tricks the Dragon of Zhiyun had. It's been more than a year under Red Beard, and the guerrilla cavalry almost changed." A Meilin official, who was about fifty years old, turned his head and looked at Xiao Baiyin, deliberately making the word "one year" very seriously.

Another staff member who manages Bai Yin's finances did not agree with the former's opinion, shook his head gently, and whispered, "I'm afraid it's not the credit of Ruyunlong alone. I want me to tell you that Fatty Zhang has made a lot of credit. Before he came, Hongbei refused to rob him casually like other horse thieves, and was so poor that he was like a beggar. After he came, countless ways to make money were added out of thin air, especially in the past six months, from bath salt, fine salt, bone glue to soap, they all emerged one after another."

"Yes, the luckiest thing that Red Beard had last year was to save Ruyunlong and Fatty Zhang." Other civil and military aides sighed, "And the stupidest thing for the Japanese was that they did not dare to give Ruyunlong, Fatty Zhang and Zhou Heizi the last blow, alas,."

"Oh." The staff sighed with them. They knew very well about the passing of the day. If the Japanese sacrificed their lives, they might not be able to kill Ruyunlong, Fatty Zhang and Zhou Heizi. However, because the sudden appearance of Red Beard brought an old Maxim, the cowardly Fujita Junji carefully chose to withdraw from the battle. He asked Red Beard to pick up two treasures in vain, and by the way became a die-hard ally with Zhou Heika.

In order to maintain the unique status of the VIP seat, they have a great distance from other vendors. The experienced vendors have long guessed from the delivery of bath salts in the past few days that the spectators on the VIP seats are probably of extraordinary identity, so they cautiously kept a distance from Bai Yin and others who had put on makeup.

Therefore, the conversation between the aides of the royal family was not worried that someone would eavesdrop on them. But the more they said it, the more they felt empty, as if one foot was stepping on the clouds. But it was impossible to see clearly whether the clouds were cliffs or flat. It was difficult to move forward and retreat.

The guerrillas have made too great progress. When they decided to work with the guerrillas to jointly carry out salt sand purification business at the beginning of the year, no one among them expected that the guerrillas, with a stable source of funds, would have made such rapid progress even if they had only a few dozen yuan a month of income. But now, each of them closed their eyes and could think that if the guerrillas were allowed to continue to improve at this speed, even if the Japanese left in the future, the Modong Grassland would not have the share of their own little prince. It is hard to say whether the guerillas could not maintain the current three-point land.

However, no one dared to propose to Prince Baiyin to quickly interrupt the cooperation with the guerrillas. The profits of the snowflake salt and bath salt were too tempting, which made them reluctant to give up. Secondly, if they completely tear their faces apart and want to get back together in the future, it would probably not be as easy as last time. After all, everything has been repeated and repeated, and there is no recurrence. Red Beard can eradicate the grievances between the two sides in the past, but if the Zuoqi Palace is stabbed in the back, the next step is probably to settle the new and old accounts together.

By then, even if all the strength hidden in the dark is taken out, the palace of Yete Left Banner of Wuqi may not be sure to win, not to mention that there is a black-bearded independent battalion next to it, unless the little prince asks for help from the Japanese, but is the Japanese so much for kindness? The example of Aisin Gioro Puyi is obvious in front of him. He used the power of the Japanese to become the emperor of Manchukuo. However, in the whole country, what is the emperor who can do the right thing? I am afraid that even the harem affairs must obey the arrangements of the Japanese consultants. It is not certain that the child he gave birth to is from which country.

The little prince Baiyin was unwilling to be a puppet, and every confidant around him knew very well. However, in reality, except for completely turning to the Japanese as the other party’s puppet or accomplice, he no longer had many choices. If he used force, he could not deal with the joint efforts of Red Beard and Black Beard. If he continued to bury his head and secretly accumulate strength, he would not be as good as Red Beard. If he continued to develop in this way, he could even swallow his left flag alone in less than three years. By then, he would not be qualified to be a puppet for the Japanese. Things that lost their value had always been abandoned in the eyes of the Japanese, and no one was exceptional.

"It would be great if we could get the specific training strategy of the guerrillas." Some aides were whimsical and sighed. Whether it was the oldest aide or the high-ranking officials who had been invited back from Tianjin, no one could understand what Red Beard had used to train such an elite cavalry in such a short time. In fact, regardless of the thickness of funds or population resources, the poor place in Lamagou was incomparable to the Left Banner of the Little Prince. That place added up all the Han people in front of the mountains, including the clearing of the Liuhua River, and could not raise up two thousand people. However, the entire Yete Left Banner of the Wuqi was 43,000 in the Left Banner of the Wuqi. Even if one was 20, it could save up two thousand people, which was basically the same as the total population under Red Beard.

But Red Beard was able to reap the number of two thousand people and the Green Forest Horse Thief who came to join, and developed nearly two hundred elite cavalrymen. However, the guards on the Wuqi Yete Palace were only more than two hundred. Compared with the cavalry under Red Beard, these more than two hundred people were simply a group of mobs, not enough for the other party to slap them casually. One charge would be a life of shattering.

What really gave the little prince the courage was the more than 200 wolf cavalry he secretly trained, which completely referenced the training methods of the Japanese consultants in the royal guards, but did not let a Japanese get in. It was just that this wolf cavalry took him five years to build it like a shape, and it took less than a year for Red Beard to achieve the same goal. Specifically, in less than six months, at the end of last year, the guerrillas fought a desperate battle with the Japanese who came to fight against them, and were beaten to pieces, and even the deputy captain was broken into it.

What should I do? I stared at the lively rider in the competition arena. The little prince Baiyin and his confidant aides' faces are getting more and more serious. The only person who doesn't feel the pressure in the entire VIP seat is the little prince Baiyin's nephew, a top student who has just returned from studying abroad in Japan. I can't bear to continue to look at my uncle and all the uncles' sad faces. I gently pulled the little prince Baiyin's sleeve and said in an extremely low voice: "This is a good thing. Uncle, the stronger the Red Beard is, the more we can get. Doesn't anyone think so?"
Chapter completed!