Zhou Fu was an honest man worthy of Yang Ge's kindness.
Yang Ge had explained that whether the Japanese slave Auxiliary Army erupted into a camp riot hardly mattered, and that sending him to coordinate its warriors of every rank and suppress the riot was really meant to train him.
Yet Zhou Fu did not relax his vigilance and sit back to watch simply because the riot was inconsequential. Instead, he worked harder than ever, spending two or three days and nights patrolling the camp with interpreters, reassuring warriors of every rank, and eagerly asking Yang Ge for advice on dangling promises, striking compromises, and setting rivals against one another, doing everything he could to stabilize the camp.
But even the cleverest cook could not make a meal without rice. No matter how skillfully promises were dangled, they could not overcome the survival instincts of those terrifying upright apes!
On their fifth day encamped in Tajima Province, the Japanese slave Auxiliary Army's camp finally... collapsed during the distribution of grain just before nightfall.
A Ninth-Rank Warrior whose immediate superior had seized all his rations led his ten slaves in an attack on another Ninth-Rank Warrior, stealing all their food...
He thought he had done it discreetly. But when the scent of cooking food drifted from their tent, the surrounding Japanese warriors, who had watched for so long without seeing the Huaxia First-Rank Samurai intervene, finally lost their grip on the ravenous, red-eyed beasts inside them. They drew their gleaming steel sabers and swung them at comrades who had fought shoulder to shoulder with them only days before.
Once the cries of slaughter began, they swept through the entire camp.
Hysterical screams and wails were everywhere.
The dull sounds of blades cutting into flesh were everywhere.
Japanese slave soldiers charged like