my battlefield my company

Chapter 53
Yoshida looked at the Japanese captives in the hands of the Chinese through the binoculars. His face was very gloomy. The telegram sent by the War Department mentioned that a soldier was missing at the scene of Chichi Valley.

Facing the challenge from the Chinese people, Yoshida sneered contemptuously, so he would not send troops to fight.The Chinese people thought this was the era of cold weapons in the past, and the two sides sent generals to fight each other in front of the battle.

Yoshida was very patient in being able to wipe out the Chinese army in front of him without hurting a single soldier, so he would not compete with the Chinese for a moment.

Yoshida once again ordered everyone not to act rashly. This is a bluff that the Chinese people always like to do. They should wait until they have completely entered the stockade before catching them.The East has reached the darkest time before dawn, and it will be bright in a quarter of an hour at most, and then the Chinese people will not be able to leave even if they want to.

Lieutenant Yoshida asked the messenger to go ahead and order the big sniper, and now he immediately shot and killed the Chinese officer, and the surrendered soldier who insulted the prestige of the Imperial Japanese Army was also killed.

Yoshida believes that this Chinese officer must not stay, otherwise there will be endless troubles.So order the sniper to shoot him immediately.

In the large room under Yoshida's temporary command post, more than 50 Japanese soldiers sat cross-legged holding guns. They were like a group of ghosts in the dark, making no sound.Nobody drank water or refilled food.They were all sitting quietly, waiting for Lieutenant Yoshida's order, then rushed out of the room and took their positions, annihilating all the Chinese soldiers who entered the stockade in one fell swoop.

In the big room 50 meters to the west, there are more than a dozen beautiful girls waiting for them to choose. Of course, there are also some pretty women imprisoned in other rooms, who are also their favorite objects. .

Anyway, everyone will pick a different woman tonight.So every soldier's eyes in the dark are full of expectation and desire//desire.

Although the battlefield is ruthless, the flames of war are ruthless, and the guns are blind, the youthful beauty of these girls and the delicacy and charm of the women in the village can temporarily take away their fear of war and their longing for their hometown.

Although military//prostitutes in Japan continued to enter the Chinese battlefield, due to the large number of Japanese invaders, these Japanese military//prostitutes can only be regarded as a drop in the bucket.Therefore, Japanese soldiers will be rewarded for their meritorious service after each battle, and reward those women who were looted by them.

The war exposed the ugly face of the Japanese military.

Five or sixty meters to the northwest of this big house full of Japanese soldiers, the people in the stockade were detained there.

In the northeast corner of Lieutenant Yoshida's building is the room where Wu Zhonghua and Fan Xiaosi killed the sniper.

After sending out the signal that the sniper had been touched, Fan Xiaosi gasped upstairs, and he poured a few swigs of wine with his face up: "What a disgrace, I was stabbed with my own bayonet, would it be embarrassing to say it?" "Old Wu, help me pull out the bayonet."

Wu Zhonghua licked his chapped lips, and said hesitantly, "I have only stabbed a living person, but I have never pulled a thorn out of a living person. What if..."

Fan Xiaosi took another big gulp of wine, the huge pain distorted his grinning face a bit: "Don't be so whimpering, I don't blame you if you kill Laozi."

Wu Zhonghua knows that keeping a bayonet in his body on the battlefield is waiting for death, and there is still hope of survival when he pulls it out.Moreover, Fan Xiaosi's wound didn't squirt blood, at most it wouldn't be possible to pull out his arm, but his life could be saved.

Wu Zhonghua gritted his teeth: "I'll pull you to death, you bastard, you have to endure the pain to death, and you can't howl like a ghost."

While speaking, Wu Zhonghua untied the white towel from Fan Xiaosi's arm, pulled out the bayonet and cut and removed all of Fan Xiaosi's shirt, then sprinkled wine on the two towels, one of which was hung on Fan Xiaosi's right shoulder, He took the torn clothes and asked Fan Xiaosi to bite him: "A good dog doesn't bark. Even if you die, you can't bark, you know."

After Wu Zhonghua finished speaking, he took a big gulp of wine and sprayed it on Fan Xiaosi's front and back wounds.

"Hmm!" Fan Xiaosi snorted, desperately biting on the torn clothes.

Wu Zhonghua held the bayonet in his left hand and glanced at Fan Xiaosi.

Fan Xiaosi nodded, pinching his thigh desperately with his left hand.He used to hear people say that if his thigh hurts, he can share and transfer the huge pain in other parts of the body.

Wu Zhonghua gritted his teeth and pulled out the bayonet from Fan Xiaosi's shoulder. With his right hand, he quickly covered the wound on Fan Xiaosi's back shoulder with a towel. With his left hand, he dropped the bayonet and took the towel to block the front wound.

Wu Zhonghua let out a sigh of relief, and began to tear his clothes to wrap up the wound. He comforted Fan Xiaosi: "The blood is not bleeding, but there is no spray, so I can't die."

Fan Xiaosi trembled all over, convulsed on his back for a while before spitting out the towel, panting: "Gou Ri... Gou Ri Wu Zhonghua, you still... still didn't take the opportunity to make a cruel move... and kill Laozi to death."

Wu Zhonghua: "It's still too late to kill you..."

When the two long and three short pheasant crows came from behind him again, implying that the sniper in the northeast corner had also been touched by Kuang Dawei and Fang You, Yan Zhi's heart finally dropped halfway.

When the two snipers were killed, the pressure from the devils was reduced by half. At least the enemy and the enemy were now on the same starting line. Yan Zhi heaved a sigh of relief. Killing the snipers was equivalent to pulling out the devil's two teeth.

Yan Zhi looked at his watch. It took only twelve minutes from Wu Zhonghua, Kuang Dawei and the others to touch down the two snipers, which made Yan Zhi very satisfied.

These two big snipers are like two sharp swords hanging over the heads of Brotherhood, ready to be cut off at any time.

Now we are waiting for Xu Zheyou and the others to arrive.

Standing in the open space between raging fires, suddenly a strong belief came from behind him. Yan Zhi turned his head and saw a soldier raising a military flag at the gate of the village. The flag was fluttering with the morning wind before dawn. It is particularly bright and eye-catching under the glow of red and warm flames.

Looking at the military flag that symbolizes the unyielding spirit of the Chinese people, Yan Zhi's heart warmed up, and he was instantly moved by all the Chinese people who resisted the Japanese. This kind of immersive feeling is definitely beyond the comprehension of future generations by reading history books and watching movies. .

Looking at a group of soldiers who were as afraid of death as ordinary people but had to face death, Yan Zhi suddenly felt great pride, drew out his bayonet, and shouted loudly: "Little devils, you so-called warriors of the empire, who dare to stand up?" , let me fight with Yan Zhi."

The soldiers behind, infected by Major Yan's arrogance, raised their bayonets and shouted in unison: "Who dares to come out and fight."

The soldiers used to be completely useless after being defeated again and again, but now they are invincible with the commander and their morale is high.

The flag bearer took a big step and walked up to Officer Yan, forgetting that the flag bearer has always been the enemy's number one target.

Yan Zhi's blood was full of anger, and he sang loudly: "The smoke rises, the mountains and rivers look north, the dragon flag curls up and the horse neighs, the sword energy is like frost, and the heart is like the vast water of the Yellow River. Who can resist in 20 years..."

The second time the soldiers heard the song sung by the chief, they were excited for a while. They had already firmly remembered the phrase "Who can resist in 20 years..."

The morale of the soldiers was greatly boosted, and they followed suit: "Who can resist in 20 years..."

"Who can resist in 20 years..."

"Who can resist in 20 years..."

"Who can resist in 20 years!"

(End of this chapter)