"Baka! What unit are you from?! Why are you retreating?!"
Just as the old bastard Fujiwara Hiroshi was leading his remaining hundred-odd troops back toward the regimental encampment, he was intercepted by another detachment of Japanese soldiers.
Hearing the reprimanding tone instantly drained the color from the face of Fujiwara Hiroshi, whose conscience was already uneasy.
Chapter 53