my battlefield my company

Chapter 64
During the days of training after the formation of the Brotherhood, Yan Zhi had to tell his soldiers every day—on the battlefield, we do not take prisoners.We don't have to be merciful to the enemies who invade our homeland.You can't cover the heat of the snake heart.

Yan Zhicai didn't care about those international conventions for preferential treatment of prisoners, he would not abide by those clichés.The Chinese soldiers fell into the hands of the little devils and have never been treated kindly. Why did he want to capture the little devils.He only kills devils and does not capture devils, even unarmed devils.As long as there is a domineering invader with guns and knives in China, labor and capital will be killed without mercy.

Prisoners waste food, and special personnel must be sent to guard it.Japanese soldiers were ashamed of being captured, and most of the Japanese soldiers who could be captured on the battlefield were wounded.In these war years, the Chinese army itself is short of medicine and food, how can there be so much medicine to save the little devil.Our own soldiers gritted their teeth and endured the wounds brought to them by the war. Why should we help those devils who brought us trauma?
Is it to influence them?
Have you influenced them?

Once these little devils are cured, keeping them around is like a ticking time bomb. Putting them back is tantamount to letting the tiger go back to the mountain, and letting a bad wolf go back. He will change his face at any time and bully the Chinese people again.

Do you want to let a domesticated wolf go back and make the whole wolf pack tame?No.This is simply an impossible task.

Therefore, Yan Zhi repeatedly emphasized that the Brotherhood does not take prisoners on the battlefield.When you are on the battlefield, you have to do your best to subdue your opponent and knock your opponent to the knees. Only then can you win respect and let the world know that you are strong, and you will be respected by the world.

The weak have no say in this age of war.

Beside the ancient well, there were messy footprints left by the devils after the dew wet the ground.

The corpses of five devils lay quietly. Four devils were shot and killed by Yan Zhi's sniper rifle. The huge wounds were still bleeding, and many flies were buzzing.
On the edge of a big rock closest to the well, lying sideways, face up, was the corpse of a ghost.There was fresh blood all over his face.

Zhao Fugui held a bayonet, put it on the neck of a machine gunner, kicked a few times on the corpse, said "I'm dead", squatted down, and skillfully touched the devil's pocket with his left hand. In just a few seconds, he cleaned the devil's clothes inside and out, and he found out another three yuan, and he also found a photo of a very coquettish woman with short clothes.

Staring at the woman in the photo, Zhao Fugui showed a wretched smile on his face, pouted and said "O" at the photo, Hao didn't care about the envious and disgusted eyes of Zhong Jiagen and the others, and neatly put the photo together. Putting it in the closest pocket, the big black hands touched the photo through the clothes, for fear that the woman would slip away from the photo.

Seeing the three soldiers still standing there stupidly, Zhao Fugui curled his lips to express his disdain, and then he pointed forward with a bayonet and kicked another devil's machine gunner on the shoulder a few times. After that, he began to dig out the pockets of the dead body.He seems to be very familiar with this job, with one hand nimbly digging out the pockets of corpses, the other hand is always holding a gun, looking around with two eyes that look loyal but actually look like thieves, and are very vigilant.

"When I go back today, the money will be enough for labor and management to spend a few days in the half-closed door." Zhao Fugui said triumphantly, rattling the three oceans he touched again.

Seeing that Zhao Fugui easily got three oceans again, Wang Xiaoshuang, Zhong Jiagen, and Zhou Zhouwa couldn't help but feel moved, especially the photo of the woman in very little clothes, which almost made the three soldiers drool.Nine yuan is enough for a family to have enough food and clothing for a year. For young bachelors like many queens, Wang Xiaoxiang, and Zhou Zhouwa, nine yuan can be enough for them to spend three days and three nights in the brothel without sleeping. Nine yuan can even build a house. Big house, and marry a beautiful daughter-in-law.

Of course, Zhou Zhouwa, Zhong Jiagen, and Wang Xiaoxiang, the three of them really yearned for the brothel and half-closed the door, but the veterans said that the three of them went there and were ridiculed and manipulated by those women.

Don't just scare Wang Xiaoxiang and the others by saying that you are a veteran. It would be the most embarrassing thing if you were rejected by sister Yao.

During the war, those who carried guns ate with their heads pinned to their trouser belts. No one knew whether after eating tonight's meal, they would have their heads still on their necks at breakfast tomorrow.

Therefore, Yan Zhi didn't forbid old bachelors like Zhao Fugui to go out and fool around in their free time, and behind those girls in brothels and half-closed doors, there were also people who opened their mouths and waited to eat.

Yan Zhi believes that the lives of soldiers on the battlefield can be lost at any time, and there is no need for them to abide by unnecessary morality.The Chinese army has always been at an absolute disadvantage. The lives of the soldiers are very cheap. It is unnecessary for these people who are cheap but the backbone of the country to maintain some unnecessary morality when they are in danger.

No matter which country, when a soldier knows that he will die on the battlefield tomorrow, almost all morals are shit to him.

But that photo of the woman is too magical, especially those white calves, oh my god... So Zhong Jiagen and the others also walked towards the corpses of the other three devils.

Suddenly, Zhao Fugui called out to Zhong Jiagen who was walking towards the devil's corpse by the well, "Zhong Jiagen, stop."

Zhong Jiagen stopped and looked back at Zhao Fugui.

Wang Xiaoxiang, Zhou Zhou's baby, also turned around and saw Zhao Fugui shrugging his shoulders and flattening his waist, holding a gun with his index finger on the trigger, aiming at the corpse of the devil in front of Zhong Jiagen, walking over step by step.

Zhao Fugui's expression was tense, a little bit excited, his face was blackened and grayed by gunpowder smoke and dust, looking hideous.

"Stand back, you guys. This bastard is not dead, everyone disperse."

Zhong Jiagen, Wang Xiaoxiang, and Zhou Zhouwa suddenly became nervous and raised their rifles at the same time.

At this time, the soldiers are all veterans.

Seeing Zhao Fugui's tense expression, the three of them knew that the little devil's corpse in front of them must be a fraud, so they followed Zhao Fugui and slowly dispersed around.

After retreating ten meters away, Zhao Fugui sneered and cursed: "Little devil, I've seen you do this trick a lot."

The muzzles of the three of Zhong Jiagen all pointed at the little devil's body and opened fire at any time.

Zhao Fugui said: "Look, the blood on Gou Ri's face was just painted on. Due to the rush of time, there are still a few finger marks on Gou Ri's face, and his right shoulder bone has been broken and lifted." He couldn’t get up, and there was no blood on his right hand, which meant that the blood on his face was painted by his left hand. There were no bullet holes on his chest, back, head, or neck. He can't die for a while, but it will definitely make him lose his combat effectiveness and can't retreat with the troops. He put his left hand behind his back, lying face up, and deliberately threw the gun far away to paralyze us. I guess his left hand Must have a grenade."

Zhao Fugui smiled smugly, which made his face look even more creepy: "Just now, the flies on this dog's face flew up one after another, which made me see the flaw."

(End of this chapter)