my battlefield my company

Chapter One
Gamo's limbs were tightly bound, and a [-]-jin boulder was tied to his leg. He was almost suffocated at the bottom of the water.

The brain can still clearly recall the faces of his girlfriends. As a world-class ruthless killer, he is willing to hang his hands and wait to die, being sunk into the dark bottom of the water. Gamo doesn't even know if he has a cramp in his brain.

Gamo tried hard to remember his parents who passed away when he was ten years old, but before his eyes, a stunner with a cold and enchanting face gradually emerged.

Fuck!I really died so hastily and irresponsibly, it would make this Gu Liang cry day and night for me.

Gamo knew that the woman in front of him was the most perfect goddess in his heart, and she belonged to the kind who could go to the palace.

Death is equal to everyone. Only when a man is about to die can he know what the goddess he has been looking for in his heart is. Before that, he just made up the faces and figures of various women. , Temperament nothing more.

If I die, such a beautiful girl will be taken advantage of by others.

I can't die.

Fortunately, Gamor saved his hand, he yanked the rope around his wrist, and then he was pulled out of the water like a dog being dragged to death.

"Oh... I really can't wear it back."

After a burst of greedy breathing, the enchanting figure of the goddess gradually blurred, and Gamo reluctantly opened his eyes this time and muttered to himself.

In front of him were the concerned and confused faces of the adjutant and two orderlies.

Since time travel, Gamo tried every means, hoping to travel back again.He tried a lot of self-torture, including hanging, burying alive, smoking, and roasting. He almost didn't become a eunuch, and there was no miracle for him to wear it back. After drowning today, he completely accepted the reality.

Jia Mo wondered where the glamorous goddess was just now

"Sir! If you don't wear it back, where will you go if you don't wear it?" Adjutant Zhou Youcai asked with a confused face.Just now, Major Yan ordered himself and his orderlies to sink him into the water, and now he can't go back. Moreover, the major's actions these days are a bit mysterious and absurd, which is puzzling.

Time travel is not yet popular in this era, so the two orderlies also looked confused, not knowing what the bloody major in front of him was going to wear back home.

Everyone knows that Major Yan is the future son-in-law of Admiral Nalan, the chief of the Kuomintang’s Jinping war zone. He has transformed from a top-level staff officer who doesn’t fart to a major. His future wife is also an officer. She is the most typical cold beauty.

Gamo knew he couldn't go back.The dog-blood plots in film and television dramas and novels actually appeared on me. I grew up under the red flag, grew up to become the world's top killer, accumulated huge wealth, and owned countless beautiful women. Moreover, he is a major officer of the Kuomintang, and he has a hot potato in front of him that may change the entire trend of World War II.

The old god Jiamo muttered: "Brother Yan Zhi, I'm sorry, from now on, buddy, I will be a righteous, greedy and lustful layman, and take over your body completely, and your puzzled Charming fiancee."

"Zhou Youcai."

"Sir!"

"Go, you go to the death row prisons in the military camps, and bring me five hundred death row prisoners, either from the National Army or from the Eighth Route Army. Not fat ones, not those without parents, wives, children, brothers and sisters."

"Sir, this."

"Execute the order!" Yan Zhi's chubby body suddenly overflowed with an invisible coercion, which cannot be resisted.

The baby fat on your body has not faded, and you are embarrassed to dislike others for being fat. Besides, the soldiers are all sallow and thin like monkeys. I have to find fat people even if I want to!The chubby Zhou Youcai slandered Yan Zhi, what happened to this Major Yan, who has been looking for death for the past few days, after being fished out of the water like a dead dog just now, he seemed to be a different person again, The aura on his body doesn't look like a major, even better than a major general.

Although the vast majority of people look down on Yan Zhi, thinking that he was able to wear the major's official uniform because of his luck, but who dares to look down on Yan Zhi's future father-in-law, so he wants five hundred deaths Prisoners, quickly assembled.

Five hundred condemned prisoners sit in a valley surrounded by mountains without a breath of wind. The rocks are scorching hot buttocks, and the hot sun above the head is like a fire. The hair is curly, and there are soldiers with live ammunition guarding them. They are not allowed to eat or drink for a day. The sun sets in the afternoon. , [-] death row prisoners have been carried away due to heat stroke.

In the evening, each of the remaining death row prisoners was given half a bowl of turbid river water. The next day, everything went on as usual. Before noon, more than 100 death row prisoners were carried away.

By the third night, there were only more than 100 dying prisoners left in the valley.

In the evening, the death row prisoners got a sumptuous dinner, and all the death row prisoners believed that this should be their last supper.

On the morning of the fourth day, more than 100 death row prisoners were moved to an open grove with no soldiers guarding them. The sun was scorching on the treetops and the forest was breezy.

"There is no guard here, let's run away?" A young death row prisoner in a national army uniform leaned on a small tree and whispered to several people around him.

"If you want to run, you run, I won't run." said a middle-aged death row prisoner who was slightly older and wearing the Eighth Route Army uniform. His military uniform was already very tattered, his face was dark, resolute, and calm.

Another young death row prisoner from the national army said: "I think we can run, anyway, we are all dying people, why not take this opportunity to fight for life, even if we go home to see our parents, wives and children, it is still a profit. "He stood up as he said, hoping that someone could join him, and more people would increase his courage.

Several young death row prisoners around nodded in agreement and stood up.Anyway, they are all on death row, and sooner or later they will die, so it is better to fight.

The middle-aged Balu looked at the young men who were ready to move, and said coldly: "Don't look at there is no one here, but as long as we run away, there will be a large number of soldiers around. At that time, it will not be as simple as shooting and beheading."

Several young people shuddered, and one of them asked, "What will happen?"

Middle-aged Ba Ludao: "I have seen escaped people being caught and tied to wooden stakes, tortured slowly, and unable to die for a long time."

The lips of all the young condemned prisoners were livid, they stopped talking and sat quietly.

Finally, at noon, a young officer of the national army wearing sunglasses appeared in front of everyone. Behind him, a group of soldiers escorted a dozen short, stocky Japanese prisoners with their hands tied behind their backs.

"The rank of major?"

"It's a major. You're so young. You probably bought it with a military rank."

"Look at his chubby body with thin skin and tender flesh. He has never been on a battlefield."

"That's right, this kind of flamboyant young master who has just been weaned went to the battlefield, and he probably urinated at the sight of blood."

Among the prisoners on death row, some soldiers murmured in low voices. There were soldiers from the national army and soldiers from the Eighth Route Army. They were exposed to the hot sun for three days, and everyone had resentment.

"Generally, those who can wear this kind of sunglasses are mostly young masters of high-ranking officials who have come back from abroad. It's useless." The middle-aged death row prisoner sneered, and the fat young military officer who came sideways said to the death row prisoners , "Look at the scimitar on his waist. It's fancy and impractical. On the battlefield, it's neither as sharp and deadly as the little devil's bayonet, nor as powerful and domineering as our big knife."

Everyone nodded.This eight-way veteran crawled out of the dead, and what he said was true.

Yan Zhi looked around at the more than 100 death row prisoners in front of him, all of them were as thin as firewood, but each of them had a murderous aura cultivated by the war, and most of them had murder cases in their hands, otherwise they would not have Sentenced to death.

Although the prisoners on death row were tortured for a few days, and their military uniforms were all wrinkled and torn, their eyes were not broken, and they didn't look good.

"These Japanese are vicious and vicious. Every one of them has the blood of my compatriots on their hands. They have committed many crimes and deserve to die." Yan Zhi cut to the chase, pointed at the Japanese soldiers behind him, and said to the death row prisoners, "Today I will give you a If anyone dares to fight head-to-head with them, as long as he kills a devil, I will pardon him and release him back home immediately."

"Go home? Toss us for a few days, just to fight with a dozen captured little devils?"

Death row prisoners all want to.

Adjutant Zhou Youcai and the other two orderlies thought the same way.This fat major is too absurd. If it gets out, it will definitely become a joke in the barracks.

"I would like to fight the little devil." The middle-aged death row prisoner in the uniform of the Eighth Route Army stood up first. Anyway, he was dead, and he didn't care what medicine the major sold in the gourd. He laughed wildly, "Hahaha, old man It's worth it if you can kill a few more little devils before you die."

"I!"

"I!"

"Me, and me, I want to fight the little devil to the death"

The death row prisoners who were sitting stood up one after another. If they could kill the little devil, they could go home. Even if they died in battle, they would die with all their blood.

Yan Zhi sneered: "You all have a chance to fight the little devil, but soldiers must have the backbone of a soldier. Since a battle is a battle, if the little devil wins, we can only watch them leave .”

At this moment, more than 100 death row prisoners were silent, and the breathing of the grass could be heard in the surrounding area.

Everyone knows how powerful the devils are in hand-to-hand combat, and no one is sure of defeating the devils one-on-one. If the devils, whose hands are covered in the blood of the people of the country, retreat because of their own defeat, their ancestors will crawl out of the graveyard in shame. Out.

"Fuck!"

After listening to the translation, more than a dozen Japanese soldiers laughed wildly, shouted and shouted with arrogance and arrogance. Among them, the tall devil with a mustache and wearing a second lieutenant's uniform said with a sneer: "A pair of Chinese pigs! One, it is to humiliate the unparalleled bushido spirit of our Imperial Japanese soldiers, we can fight two with one, hahahaha."

The eyes of all the death row prisoners were burning. They couldn't understand Japanese, but they could understand each other's arrogance. But none of them was sure that they could defeat the little devil in a solo fight.

"The little devil said that the spirit of bushido in Greater East Asia is unparalleled in the world, and they are willing to fight to the death with the Chinese soldiers." The translator said to the death row prisoners, "The little devil also said that they want one against two, and if they win, they have to let them go. When the major speaks, he must not break his word."

"Damn it, you little devil is blatantly humiliating our Chinese soldiers."

The blood vessels of the prisoners on death row were throbbing, and their eyes were cracked.On the battlefield, they often saw little devils fighting with bayonets one against two without losing the wind. If two people on their own side fought against one little devil, the victory would be invincible, and they were not sure if they played alone. The morale of the condemned prisoners was suppressed by a dozen little devils.

　Or change it to the National Army and the Eighth Route Army, all of which are fighting devils.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)