There is only one squad in the Qianqiu Bridge garrison. The squad leader Kono Jiro is a second lieutenant who has served for the second time. A considerable number of the dozens of people under him are local soldiers like him.
It should be noted here that the so-called soldiers in rural areas are soldiers who have been re-recruited to serve after retirement.
Since these soldiers have been living ordinary lives for quite some time after retiring and returning home, and many of them are already married and have children, their fighting will and tactical skills are incomparable to those of active-duty soldiers.
Troops composed of soldiers in the countryside will be classified as Category C troops. They usually do not directly participate in frontline battles, but perform tasks such as security and guarding in the rear.
Kono Jiro, who lived in a small independent room on the top floor of the bunker, stretched out and got up from the hard bed. Wearing slippers, he went to the wooden barrel in the corner, unbuttoned his trousers and unloaded the inventory he had stored for the night.
Empty, along with the excretion of urine, a strong smell of urine filled the air.
Kono Jiro frowned, but there was nothing he could do about it.
Although it has been more than two months since he came to China, he is still not used to his current life after having retired for many years.
Without a separate bathroom, without delicious meals cooked by his wife, and missing his six-year-old son at home, Kono Jiro would have the urge to leave everything behind and run back to his homeland almost every time he missed his family.
But he could only think about it. After serving in the army for many years, he knew very well the strict military discipline of Japan. Not to mention that he was far away in China and could not escape from Japan across the sea. Even if he was lucky enough to escape back to his hometown, I'm afraid
It won't take more than a day for him to be captured by the police. By then, he will certainly be dead, and his family will also be implicated.
"Sir Kono, breakfast has been prepared. Please come down to eat." After Kono Jiro finished washing, a voice sounded outside the door.
"I understand, I'll be down right away." Kono responded lazily, put away his toothbrush and cup, got dressed slowly, and then walked downstairs slowly.
When he sat down, the cook brought his meal and placed it in front of him.
He took a closer look and frowned. In front of him were a bowl of multigrain rice, a bowl of miso soup and a small plate of pickles made from radish, and nothing else.
Seeing the multigrain rice in front of him, Kono Jiro immediately lost his appetite. This kind of food, which is a mixture of sorghum, corn, rice, corn and other inferior grains, let alone eating it, the taste alone is very pungent.
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"Amaterasu...it's this kind of garbage food again." Kono couldn't help but lamented: "I don't ask for good food. Isn't there even white rice?"
"I'm really sorry." The cook quickly bowed and apologized, "Originally, we should have sent food here the day before yesterday, but during this period, China's Eighth Route Army launched the Hundred Regiment War in Shanxi, and the food and materials originally allocated to us were all allocated to Shanxi.
So we can eat these."
"These bastards."
Kono Jiro was so angry that he was itching his teeth, but he also knew that he was just a small second lieutenant, and he was also affiliated with the garrison, which was the lowest unit. Of course, his treatment could not be compared with that of the main force.
Feeling very unhappy, he waved his hand, and the cook left quickly.
Kono picked up the bowl and ate the rice, drank the soup to enhance the flavor, and finally finished the bowl of multi-grain rice with pickles.
"I've really had enough of this kind of life." After finishing his meal, Kono Jiro sat on a stool and thought about things. He reached out and summoned a Cao chief: "Takagi-kun, after dinner, why don't we take people to a nearby restaurant?"
Inspect the village and buy some grain or meat from the Chinese people, what do you think?"
The commander-in-chief immediately understood what Kono meant. What he meant by buying was indeed literal, but what was used to buy things was not Chinese legal currency, silver dollars or Japanese yen, but military coupons.
Let's put it this way, since there is no deposit as exchange support when military tickets are issued, and there is no specific issuing office, military tickets cannot be exchanged for Japanese yen. It can be seen from this that military tickets are used by the Japanese government to dominate the economy of the occupied areas.
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In addition to military stamps issued by the Japanese government, as the war continued and Japan's finances were further depleted, the Japanese army also secretly printed military stamps and even distributed military stamps to Japanese soldiers as military pay.
Of course, Japanese soldiers would not keep it in their hands if they got something like paper that was too hard to wipe their butts. They could only spend it as soon as possible. During the years of Japan's invasion of China, the Japanese government and army relied on the military to
I don’t know how much wealth and materials the ticket has plundered from China.
After hearing what Jiro Kono said, the chief Cao nodded repeatedly: "I will take a dozen people with you to visit the nearby villages later, and buy whatever I like."
"Yoshi!"
Kono Jiro nodded, and habitually put his hand into his pocket and took out a cigarette case, but found that the cigarette case was already empty. Now he felt even more unhappy, and stood up suddenly, "Bu Takagi-kun, immediately
Gather the team, we're leaving now."
"Hi!"
As soon as Cao Chang nodded, a soldier hurried over from outside, "Your Excellency, captain, the sentry on the other side of the bridge reported that an imperial army has arrived on the other side, led by a major, saying that he has something important to go to SJZ."
"Going to SJZ?" Kono Jiro asked doubtfully, "Have they said which team they are from?"
"As I said, they are from the 41st Division and were ordered to go to SJZ on official business."
"Forty-one Division?"
When Kono Jiro heard this, he seemed a little familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
"Captain, shall we let him come over?" the soldier asked.
"You idiot, do you still want to stop him without letting him in?" Kono yelled. This idiot has no eyesight at all. No wonder he is still a private after serving for the second time. The opponent is a dignified major. We are the ones who provoked him.
Did you get up?
"Hurry up and notify the sentry on the opposite side immediately. Don't worry, otherwise I won't be able to save them if the Major gets angry!"
"Hi!" The soldier quickly ran out.
Soon, there was a roar from the opposite side. A three-wheeled electric donkey took the lead, followed by two Nissan 180 trucks. Soon they came to the other side of the bridge and stopped in front of the bunker. Two officers pushed open the driver's door.
The door went down.
Kono Jiro, who had been waiting at the bridge for a long time, hurriedly greeted him and bowed deeply to the leader, Major, "Your Majesty, Major, welcome! Please forgive me for your humble duties. Please show me your ID."
The major took out his ID and handed it over.
Kono Jiro took the document with both hands and checked it. After finding that there was no problem, he returned the document to the other party, "Thank you for your hard work, Major. I wonder if you will go directly to SJZ or rest here before going on the road."
"My soldiers have been driving for most of the day and are very tired. They want to take a rest here. You can quickly get something to eat and let them fill their stomachs."