Chapter 27 Nine Twists and Eighteen Curved Intestines
"Wow..."
There was a sound of pulling the bolt, and the soldiers of the 87th Division raised their rifles.
Compared with the people around Zhang Sixing, the military uniforms of the German Arms Masters were much neater.
But on the opposite side was the commando team that had returned victorious. In their hands were box guns and Czech guns. Their firepower was much more powerful than the dozens of rifles of the 80th Division.
"Don't point a gun at me."
Facing a large number of guns pointed at his head, Zhang Sixing took out a cigarette, lit one himself, and said slowly.
"Hmph, tell your people to put down their guns, otherwise..."
Of course Xie Jinyuan didn't speak at this time. The one who spoke was a company commander under Yang Ruifu. Even if he was held responsible for the misunderstanding in the future, he could still blame the soldiers.
Zhang Sixing didn't care at all about this threat and asked instead
"What if we are wiped out on the spot?"
"Battal Commander, what are you doing? Brother Zhang helped us..."
Seeing the situation in front of him, Captain Tao was a little panicked. He didn't understand what was going on, so he grabbed the arm of the battalion commander Yang Ruifu and begged.
"It's my order. Brother, put down your gun. I will return the weapon to you after I find out your identity."
At this time, young Xie Jinyuan stood up, looking like a high-ranking military officer.
It is of course impossible to put down the weapon. It seems that people like Zhang Sixing have always been accustomed to keeping their destiny firmly in their own hands, so it is of course impossible to put down the gun.
Seeing his fearless look, Xie Jinyuan couldn't help but ridicule,
"Among the German soldiers, are there any soldiers like you who disobey orders from superiors?"
In response, Zhang Sixing smiled slightly and said
"Thank you, Commander, have you ever seen any German soldier with a twisted intestine like ours?"
After saying that, he blew out a smoke ring before continuing,
"Actually, I admire Chinese military strategists very much. It's really not easy to produce a masterpiece like "The Art of War" in such a complicated interpersonal environment."
Although there was no sarcasm in Zhang Sixing's tone, there was a hint of sarcasm in his face.
In particular, his answer aroused dissatisfaction among the soldiers, and some people were already shouting curses.
"Bah, fake foreign devil."
"Haha, I thought it would be great to come back after studying abroad..."
These words meant nothing to Zhang Sixing, who just looked at Xie Jinyuan in leisurely time.
"Tuanzuo, it was Brother Zhang who rescued me from the Japanese encirclement...Sir, he, he is really one of our own."
Captain Tao, who didn't understand the senior officer's thoughts, was still complaining about Zhang Sixing. Xie Jinyuan raised his eyebrows and shouted,
"Captain Yang, take care of your own men."
He sighed inwardly, understanding that Captain Tao wanted to help Zhang Sixing, but his behavior would only make the group members angrier.
The reason is very simple. There will be a mixed military camp and German consultants coming soon, so who has the final say in Sihang Warehouse.
He waved his hand,
"Commander Tao, please go down and rest."
Several soldiers with guns came to Captain Tao's side silently.
He looked at his battalion commander with pleading eyes, but the battalion commander Yang Ruifu shook his head at him with an invisible movement.
Captain Tao never expected that Zhang Sixing would be treated like an enemy when he came to Sixing Warehouse.
The soldiers behind him were all from the battalion headquarters. Facing Captain Tao, they quietly poked him in the waist.
Before being forcibly taken away, Captain Tao turned to plead with Zhang Sixing.
"Brother Zhang, just listen to the group..."
Just at this moment, the soldiers from the stronghold outside ran in with a man, wearing a British-style basin helmet crookedly on his head.
When he entered the door and saw Zhang Sixing, he broke away from the soldier holding his arm, pulled his arm and begged with tears.
"Sir, save our camp, they are trapped by the Japanese."
As he spoke, he pointed in the direction of the fierce gunfire.
No matter what others did, Li Jixian took a few hurried steps to Zhang Sixing's side.
"Sir, ignore the urgent need of these German weapon masters to save people."
Guan Shijie and Hu Yang didn't speak, especially the latter. He was a soldier of the 87th Division. This scene made him a little frightened.
Even if you have some military exploits, this situation is not considered a battlefield mutiny and you will be beheaded.
After briefly asking about the situation on the battlefield, Zhang Sixing had a rough idea in his mind and gave instructions to the soldiers who came to report the news:
"After a while, Hansen, the German guy came and told him to deploy artillery at the position I told him. If necessary, I will ask him for artillery support."
"Yes, sir."
It seemed that Lao Yandai's supply camp was all from Guizhou, just like him. Zhang Sixing was very satisfied with this.
Historically, armies that were knit together by blood ties had greater cohesion than ordinary armies, especially those that were not well trained.
He simply threw away the cigarette butt and said to Xie Jinyuan,
"I don't know your concept of time. The fighting is raging over there in the military camp. Reinforcement is like putting out fires. I don't have time to talk nonsense with you here."
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the door.
"Stop, put down the gun."
Xie Jinyuan shouted behind him, he had never seen such a rebellious soldier.
His face was pale with anger, and his hands were shaking with anger. However, he still pulled out his pistol and pointed at Zhang Sixing's back through gritted teeth.
At this moment, I actually understood in my heart that the guy in front of me really came back from Germany.
Words can deceive people, but the Iron Cross can't, nor can the German advisers who follow him, nor can the look in his eyes from fighting on the battlefield.
I felt a little regretful in my heart that if I had treated him politely without suspicion, maybe things wouldn't have gotten to such an extent.
Zhang Sixing stopped at the door, this time speaking directly and provocatively,
"How come you have to set up a regimental seat and put it on the battlefield with miscellaneous munitions? As a soldier, you think too much about trivial matters and too little about tactics. You are not as good as the private soldiers under me."
Xie Jinyuan was speechless after a single sentence. Having dealt with the German military officer corps, he knew that his words were reasonable.
Don't talk about martial arts at this time, even if it is Army University or Whampoa Military Academy, compare with the German Army, which is the number one in the world.
As for the paratroopers, I vaguely heard someone from the divisional advisory group mention that they are the newest military branch.
As for "thinking too much about trivial matters", we have to say that in the domestic environment of being mired in Machiavellian tactics, if you focus on your own major, you will only be eliminated.
It’s not a question of whether you want to or not, but whether you can.
Looking at Zhang Sixing's back, he slowly put away his pistol and waved his hand.
Yang Ruifu, who recognized the look in his eyes, commanded in a deep voice,
"Put the gun down."
As the soldiers lowered their guns, he came to Xie Jinyuan and asked softly,
"Group seat..."
"You will know if he is truly anti-Japanese in a small test. If this person is really sincere in resisting Japan, a little misunderstanding will not drive him away."
Regarding this kind of thing, Yang Ruifu said nothing and could only nod.
Anything can happen on the battlefield, and there are far more Japanese spies active on the battlefield than the Chinese army.
However, this kind of trick only seemed ridiculous to Zhang Sixing.
With such a situation on the battlefield, they are still playing tricks...
During the War of Resistance, it would be better if we shared the same hatred with the enemy, but as for the future...
How could an army with such an atmosphere not be driven to a small island by the people's army?
It’s not that the soldiers don’t fight hard, or that their weapons and equipment are poor, but that everyone at the top and bottom is blinded by interests.
Calculation is nothing but a bunch of idiots who don't have a sense of the overall situation.