This was originally a place where people in Yangping Town scavenged, and few people came here on weekdays. However, a military camp was built here a few days ago. People inside rarely came out. Soldiers from the Liantai Militia were also guarding the outside. Due to the tight defense, the surrounding people
The common people knew almost nothing about this military camp.
At the end of May, when the weather is hot, even the local dogs are hiding in the shade and sticking out their tongues to enjoy the coolness. Not to mention the local people, they are all hiding at home to find ways to cool off.
But on the contrary, in this military camp, you can still vaguely hear the sound of commands. If anyone can enter the military camp, they will be surprised to find that this military camp is actually filled with soldiers wearing Japanese military uniforms.
The difference between these soldiers and ordinary Japanese soldiers is that they all wear a white sleeve on their arms, with "Japanese National Defense Army" written in five clear red characters in Japanese and Chinese respectively.
On a square meter of flat land, hundreds of soldiers of the National Defense Army were meticulously performing drills under the scorching sun. As the commander of the National Defense Army, Heihachi Ihara and his deputy Shuzo Murata looked at these with solemn expressions.
Soldier training.
Although these National Guard soldiers were sweating profusely and their clothes were soaked with sweat, no one dared to neglect, and they all trained meticulously and hard.
About half an hour later, Ihara Heihachi, who wore the rank of Major, nodded and said to Murata Shuzo next to him: "Murata-kun, this is the end of today's training. If the training continues, the soldiers will not be able to bear it."
The expression on Murata Shuzo's face was calm, and he nodded: "Okay."
"Beep beep beep..."
As the whistle sounded, the soldiers of the Protectorate Army who had been training with gritted teeth hurriedly dispersed as if they had received an amnesty, and then rushed to a shed not far away.
There are three or four large wooden barrels placed in these sheds. Behind each barrel stands a woman also wearing a Japanese military uniform. Each woman holds a large spoon in her hand.
When they entered the shed, everyone already had a teapot in their hands.
"Miss Kazuko, please excuse me."
"Miss Haruta, please pour me more, please."
Accompanied by the voices of the soldiers of the National Defense Army, the women used spoons to pour a large spoonful of steaming herbal tea to the soldiers.
The soldiers of the National Defense Army who received the tea found a shady place to sit down and drank the tea impatiently.
Although these teas have the word "tea" in their name, they are actually made from tea powder, Gotu Kola and other things, with some salt and brown sugar added, so they taste really weird.
Although the taste is not very good, the effect of relieving summer heat and quenching thirst is still very good, so it is very popular among soldiers of the National Defense Army.
Ozawa Tenzo, who still had a bandage around his waist, was sitting in the corner, frowning and drinking herbal tea while enduring the dull pain from the wound on his waist.
Yes, this is the senior soldier of the 215th Regiment, Tosao Ozawa, who carried out a jade-breaking night attack a few nights ago and finally surrendered with his gun raised.
Ozawa Tenzo, who originally thought that he would be tortured or even treated inhumanely after surrendering, was surprised to find that after a simple interrogation, he was assigned to this unit that he had never dreamed of.
The Japanese Protectorate Army...a unit whose name he had never heard of.
To be precise, they should be called rebels.
He would actually join a rebel army, which was something he had never dreamed of before.
But it didn't matter. He knew very well that from the moment he raised his hands and said the word "surrender", he would no longer tolerate the army he had died for.
The commander is right. Now that they have joined the "National Protectorate Army", the only way to return to Japan alive is to defeat Japan. Only in this way can they return to Japan gloriously as winners, otherwise they will wait for their own fate.
There is only death without a burial place.
However, what made Ozawa Tosa feel a little uneasy was that the atmosphere in the Japanese Protectorate Army seemed a bit strange. The officers in the team seemed to be vaguely divided into two groups. One group was headed by Commander Ihara Heihachi, and the other group was led by Deputy Commander Murata.
With Xiu San as the leader, Ozawa noticed that the two factions were somewhat at odds with each other.
However, Tozo Ozawa has been in the army for several years after all. He is very aware of the unspoken rules in the Japanese army. No matter how the officers are at odds, it has nothing to do with the soldiers below. He only needs to do his part.
Things will be fine.
And judging from these days' experience, the treatment of the Japanese National Guard Army is surprisingly good. Not to mention food and accommodation, a top-class soldier like him can actually get two oceans of military pay every month.
Although two yuan may not seem like much, in Japan you can already buy more than a hundred kilograms of rice. If you save a little money, it will not be a problem to feed a family of four.
"Ozawa-kun!"
Just when Tozo Ozawa was lost in thought, a voice rang in his ears. He turned around and saw that it was Toichiro Souchimiya, another member of the same team as him.
He was about to stand up and salute, but was pushed down by Ichiro Miyafuji, "Ozawa-kun, you don't have to be polite, I just want to ask you, do you still have cigarettes?"
"Oh...of course there is."
Ozawa Tosa quickly took out a half-smoked Camel cigarette from his pocket and handed one to Miyafuji Ichiro, and he also put one into his mouth.
After the two of them lit up their cigarettes and took a few puffs, Miyafuji Ichiro patted him on the shoulder: "Ozawa-kun, I know that you have been in a complicated mood these days and are also confused about the future.
As someone who has experienced this, let me give you a piece of advice. After we join this army, there is no turning back. All you can do is follow the adults and be your loyal dogs. Only in this way can you live longer.
do you understand?"
Looking at Miyafuji Ichiro's meaningful gaze, Ozawa Tōzu felt a chill in his heart. He knew that his emotions these days were seen by the other party. This sentence seemed ordinary, but it was not an implicit one.
warning.
He quickly stood up and bowed to Miyafuji Ichiro: "Hi... thank you for your advice, senior."
Seeing Ozawa Tosa's appearance, Miyafuji Ichiro waved his hand with satisfaction: "Yoshi, as long as you understand, sit down."
"Didi..."
At this moment, a car horn honked, and a car drove into the military camp escorted by four fully armed soldiers in black military uniforms.
At the same time, a rapid whistle also sounded.
"Beep beep beep..."
"All assembled...emergency assembly..."
Amidst the shouts and curses of the officers, hundreds of soldiers of the National Defense Army were driven to the playground...