my battlefield my company

Chapter 2

"I'm coming!" The middle-aged death row prisoner yanked off his tattered Eighth Route Army uniform, revealing a whole body of flesh, and yelled to increase his momentum: "I will open your eyes today, little devils, and let you know what a Chinese soldier is." The military spirit, let you see the unyielding blood in our Chinese soldiers."

All the prisoners on death row applaud and cheer for the middle-aged prisoners on death row. Regardless of whether the National Army or the Eighth Route Army, they are all Chinese troops that kill devils.

The Japanese lieutenant laughed wildly, and said to the translator: "In front of the samurai of the Emperor of Japan, how dare a sick man in East Asia mention the military soul?"

After listening to the translation, the middle-aged death row prisoner was furious, his eyes were burning with rage, and he wished to kill the enemy with his eyes. He strode forward and walked out of the crowd: "Come, come, Lao Tzu Wu Zhonghua, today I will treat you people who eat people and don't do things." beast."

"Bloodyness?" The Japanese lieutenant grinned. He seemed to know that most of them would not be spared today. He laughed arrogantly, "When we wiped out your women in NJ city, where was the bloodiness of your soldiers? When we washed NJ city with blood, what was the bloodiness of your soldiers?" Where is it again?"

The other dozen or so Japanese soldiers also laughed wildly. They also knew that today was inevitable, so they simply became arrogant. In front of weak opponents, the Bushido spirit can keep their heads high before they die.

"I'll let you alone, you bastard! You bastards..."

Wu Zhonghua cursed, furious, his eyes wide open, and he stretched out his hand to ask the guards for bayonets, and wanted to release the Japanese lieutenant alone.He was originally a prisoner on death row, and at this moment, he was determined to die. Even if he could not defeat the opponent, he was sure to die with the opponent.

Once a soldier puts life and death aside and fights with all his strength, his combat power will increase sharply.

"Come on, little devil, grandpa is going to kill you today..."

"Give me a big knife, I will chop these little devils..."

"Little devil, I'll fuck you tightly..."

All the prisoners on death row were furious, and even some soldiers who were timid and afraid of fighting were almost gnashing their teeth.When they were furious to the extreme, they all had hideous faces, thinking of the miserable state of NJ, they wished they could rush forward and kill these little devils.

Yan Zhi shook his head and told himself: "What is happening in front of you is definitely not an anti-Japanese drama. Although the plot is somewhat similar."

NJ fell, the Japanese devils burned, killed, looted, committed all kinds of crimes, and left a lot of evil deeds. Several of these death row prisoners participated in the defense of NJ. I remembered that after the Japanese devils invaded NJ, they ravaged the city, burned, killed, looted, and committed crimes. , These few soldiers even cracked their canthus and chewed their teeth, their liver and gallbladder cracked with anger.Retreating from NJ was the greatest shame of their life, and since then, whenever they wake up in the middle of the night, they will be deeply condemned in their hearts.If everything can be done again, they would rather die in the city of NJ than take a step back.

Looking at the hideous appearance of these Chinese soldiers with bloodshot eyes, Yan Zhi took a deep breath and felt sorry.What happened in front of him was not his purpose, he did not want to deliberately touch the deepest wounds in the hearts of Chinese soldiers.He miscalculated.

At the same time, he is also relieved that the soul and blood of Chinese soldiers are still there.

NJ is the death of a giant, which has been included in the textbooks, always reminding the people of the country not to forget the national humiliation, and strive to strengthen the country.

After World War II, the Japanese never recognized the NJ incident. They falsified history and wantonly fabricated lies to justify their original crimes.

Now and then, but for now, the Japanese devils should regard the crimes they committed in NJ as glory, so as to boost their morale and dampen the fighting spirit of the Chinese soldiers.

At this time, the Japanese lieutenant became even more arrogant and domineering, and shouted at Wu Zhonghua: "You, one person, no, add another."

"Insanity!"

Yan Zhi reached out to stop Wu Zhonghua, who was about to fight to the death, and turned to the translator, "I said, you can translate for the little devil at the same time."

"Yes, sir!"

Yan Zhi put away his sunglasses, his eyes were as cold as a knife, and he looked directly at the Japanese lieutenant: "I really want to save your life, and let you see how your emperor, like a bereaved dog, announced his unconditional surrender to the whole world a few years later. And how did your highest officer hold the sword of the defeated general and surrender to us."

Everyone was stunned!Yan Zhi's words are outrageous. Judging from the current battle situation, the Chinese army will be defeated sooner or later.Will Japan's top executive surrender to Chinese soldiers?The emperor declared defeat to the whole world and surrendered unconditionally?How is this possible?This is simply not possible.

Yan Zhi sneered: "However, you have no chance to see all this."

"Hahahaha. Is this person talking in his sleep?"

After listening to the translation, all the Japanese soldiers laughed wildly. In their eyes, this Kuomintang major who looked fat was like a fool daydreaming.

"Translator, you tell the little devils," Yan Zhi was a top killer before time travel, he knew multiple languages, and he could also speak Japanese, but he wanted to restrain these death row prisoners for his use, so he continued to the translator, "Tell the little devils, I use one Enemy [-], if they win, they will be released immediately, if they lose, they will kneel down in front of us and commit suicide.”

The audience was silent.

Even the translator was dumbfounded and stared blankly at Yan Zhi. Everyone knew that Young Master Yan, who was full of milk, had never been on the battlefield. He always won the competitions with adjutants and orderlies, but the adjutants let him go.

The little devil won't let him.

On the side of the Chinese soldiers, there was a moment of deathly silence, no one dared to be careless about the honor and disgrace of the country.But let this major, whose fluff hadn't faded, play against four vicious devils, they felt that it would be better to just let the devils go.

Looking at the translator's unbelievable eyes, Yan Zhi really wanted to give this guy a middle finger, but then he thought again, it's not the translator's fault, his predecessor was just an ordinary staff officer who didn't fart, and he had never fought a fart In one battle, I haven't touched a gun a few times, my grandma is so fat that I even feel dizzy, and I can only talk about wars on paper. Now I have to fight four against one, and the opponent is still a little devil who is famous throughout Asia for bayonet and hand-to-hand combat. It's no wonder the translator wasn't frightened.

Not only the translator was frightened stupid, but even Zhou Youcai and several other orderlies who were close to him stood on the spot dumbfounded.They have fought against this major many times. Although his strength and speed are good, he has no actual combat experience, and he can play and communicate with his own people. Major Yan is definitely a target.

On the battlefield of life and death, strength, speed, and technology alone are far from enough, experience is the most important.

Zhou Youcai's chubby face turned yellow with fright, and Admiral Nalan appointed him to be Yan Zhi's adjutant. If something happened to Yan Zhi, it would be a trivial matter for Zhou Youcai's dinner guy to move house, and all the relatives in the family might not be spared.

Zhou Youcai gave the translator a restraining wink, bowed his face and said, "Sir, why do you need a knife to kill a chicken. I will leave this kind of thing to the brothers below."

A few people in Zhou Youcai knew about this major's urination, because he was afraid that people would say that he became a major because of his future father-in-law's relationship, so he always looked for opportunities to compete with his entourage to prove that he was both wise and brave. This also caused the misery of several followers.

(End of this chapter)