my battlefield my company

Chapter 22 Who is Yukio Mishima

"Shut up for labor and management."

Yan Zhi scolded, "Now that the KMT and the Communist Party are united to fight against the little devils, who the hell if you start a fight in the nest, don't blame the labor and management for turning their faces and denying you, and sending you all back to the prison to be with the maggots."

Seeing Major Yan get angry, Kuang Dawei and Fan Xiaosi shut up immediately, and the soldiers on both sides didn't even fart, and each bowed their heads to work.

If it wasn't for catching big fish, Yan Zhi really wanted soldiers from both the Eighth Route Army and the Nationalist Army to have a good argument. He sat by the side making a cup of tea, squinted his eyes and smoked a few cigarettes, and studied the relationship between the two parties. A history that has been cut back and forth.This is not what you can see in the book.

"Look at you all being so cowardly. You're all fucking rats carrying guns—they're in the nest."

Yan Zhi knew that it was not enough to deal with this gang of big bosses, but soft words were not enough, and sometimes it was necessary to be rude: "Look at you, Fan Xiaosi, and you, Kuang Dawei, you are so outstanding. If you are capable, the two of you will turn all your anger and resentment on the little devil. What kind of man is the Chinese against the Chinese? If you are really capable, the two of you will wait and see who will kill more devils. Whoever loses will wash each other for a month. pants."

"puff!"

The sentence "Wash the pants" made all the soldiers on both sides laugh.

"Okay! When you two meet, whoever kills the least devils will wash the other's underpants."

Most of the soldiers were rough and rough, and their anger came and went quickly, and they did not hold grudges, so they all applauded.

Yan Zhi suppressed his laugh, looked at the soldiers with contempt, "We are all Chinese, and we have a deep hatred against the devils. In my brother company, there is no distinction between the national army and the Eighth Route Army, only brothers, and only those who beat devils." Soldier. In the future, if anyone dares to fight in the nest again, he will be fined by labor and capital to wash the underpants of the brothers of the whole company."

"Compare to compare!"

The tall and mighty Northeast man Kuang Dawei raised his palms and stared at Fan Xiaosi.

"Snapped!"

The capable and smart Fan Xiaosi slapped up, and said with a disapproving expression, "Whoever loses, wash the underpants."

After the soldiers had had enough laughs, Yan Zhi said, "Brothers, arrange all the weapons in place, then sleep and recharge your energy, and get up at night to compete in killing devils."

Half an hour later, the soldiers had set everything up and were snoring in the woods against the trees.

Since they came out yesterday, the soldiers have not had a good rest. After drinking a little wine, except for a few sentries, everyone fell asleep in the grove.

At 02:30 in the afternoon, Yan Zhi looked at the time, and there was still half an hour before the routine phone call between the devil squad and the squadron.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the phone in the communication room rang on time.

Yan Zhi had been waiting by the side for a long time, when he heard the bell ring, he didn't answer it right away, he didn't pick up the phone until the ninth ring.

"Hey!"

Yan Zhi panted heavily on purpose, as if running over.

"Baga, why did it take you so long to answer the phone?"

There was a questioning voice on the other end of the phone, and the accent seemed to belong to the Kyoto accent where celebrities from the upper class of Japan gathered.

Yan Zhi lived in Kyoto, Japan for several years before traveling through time, so he knows the environment of Kyoto very well.

"Report sir, I ran over as soon as I heard the bell."

Yan Zhi also answered with a fluent Kyoto accent, even a retroflex sound was authentic.

"Where's Otsuka-kun? And why didn't your second lieutenant, Hirano-kun, answer the phone?" A question came from the other end of the phone.

"Second Lieutenant Hirano is patrolling outside. Ozuka-kun has diarrhea and has already run several times. Why don't you wait a moment and I'll call him." Yan Zhi said, put down the phone, and ran outside the door to call Ozuka-kun loudly. After a few times, he ran back again, and said to the other end of the phone in a tone full of laughter, "Listening to Ozuka-kun's voice, I'm afraid I'm going to fall into the latrine today, and I guess my legs are weak now." Alright."

He heard Yan Zhi's voice full of joy making fun of Otsuka-kun.The other end of the phone couldn't help laughing. "Suoga! Password!"

"It's so hot!"

Yan Zhi answered very simply.

"It's good if it's not too hot!"

The other end of the phone confirmed that the password was correct and asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Keigo Higashino." Yan Zhi replied casually, Keigo Higashino is a writer he likes very much, and he can't put it down when he writes Bai Yexing and Jieyou Grocery Store.

"Oh, so it's Dongye-kun." The other end of the phone seemed to hear Yan Zhi's obvious Kyoto tone, so he changed his tone and asked, "Dongye-kun, where do you live in Kyoto?"

"I live on the edge of Yinyu Mountain," Yan Zhi sighed, and said in a longing tone, "I miss Qingshui Temple so much!" He used to visit Qingshui Temple, but at this time things have changed, and words have changed. Feeling it.

As if infected by Yan Zhi's homesickness, the voice on the other end of the phone was also full of yearning for his hometown: "Yes! Our Kyoto is beautiful no matter what season it is. In spring, Arashiyama is dyed pink by cherry blossoms, and in summer night The corner of Gion Street is the favorite place for girls to go, the maple trees of Tofukuji Temple in autumn are picturesque, and the snow scene of Kinkakuji Temple in winter is enchanting."

Just now, Yan Zhi was just acting on occasion, but at this time the homesickness on the other end of the phone really infected Yan Zhi. Thinking of the past before time travel, he also said emotionally: "The most beautiful thing in Qingshui Temple is the suspended Qingshui Stage. Standing there, you can overlook The streets of Kyoto..."

There was a moment of silence on the phone.

Yan Zhi knew that the other party was an old Beijinger, and if he said too much, it would be easy to reveal his flaws. The communication with the other party should be ended quickly, so he said, "Why don't you wait a while, Ozuka-kun should be ready soon."

"No, let's call after dinner! Let him take some medicine, so he won't be too tired to get up at night." The other end of the phone said with a smile, "I still have something to do, in a few days, I will come to intervene in person Chigu visits Higashino-kun and chats with you over wine, I am really homesick. Oh, my name is Yukio Mishima!"

After speaking, the other party hung up the phone.

Yan Zhi shook his head: "Yukio Mishima? Such a familiar name."

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Yan Zhi sent people to the woods to wake up all the soldiers.

The kitchen had already cooked the meal, Yan Zhi asked everyone to eat until they were sixty percent full, not to drink a drop of alcohol, and after the meal, each of them brought a day's ration from the devil's meal, and destroyed all the rest, and did not leave it for the little devil. a grain of rice.

Yan Zhi asked everyone to change into the Japanese military uniforms that had been washed and folded yesterday, and he himself changed into the Japanese captain's uniforms, which fit him perfectly.

By the pond, the military uniforms that the devil had washed and hung on the branches had also been dried, and they were collected for other purposes.

Although the Japanese are generally shorter than the Chinese, with an average altitude of about 1.6 meters, their food conditions are far superior to those of Chinese soldiers, and they have undergone intensive military training, so they are stronger than Chinese soldiers with an average height of 1.6 meters. Much thicker, tall, thin and short, the slightly shorter Japanese military uniforms can be regarded as a good fit for the collectively thin Chinese soldiers, and the 90-style steel helmets can look completely fake.

(End of this chapter)