He Zhenzhong's feet stepped on a piece of blood, and little bits of blood spattered. He didn't care at all. He looked around and saw that the battle was over. The Japanese soldiers in Penang who could still resist had been killed. Most of them were fighting.
Killed by bayonet.
In this way, Chinese soldiers interpreted their blood as Chinese people.
"According to preliminary statistics, more than 24,000 little Japs were killed in the bayonet fight, while we lost less than 1,000 people." Zidian's face also flashed with excitement, "
It can be determined that at present, our army has surpassed the little Japanese in terms of morale and individual soldier quality."
He Zhenzhong also nodded, with a sigh on his face, "This battle can completely wash away the shame of being the sick man of East Asia."
call.
Zidian took a deep breath, that's not true. During World War II, when fighting with bayonets, China was completely suppressed by the Japanese, both in terms of physical strength and fighting skills.
However, today, this revenge was finally avenged.
"By the way, what to do with those prisoners?" Zidian looked at He Zhenzhong and whispered: "Basically they are all people who have been tricked. I have checked. Diarrhea is just a trivial matter. Many people have their assholes scratched.
, coupled with the environment here, infectious diseases have already appeared."
He Zhenzhong rolled his eyes at Zidian. It wasn't this guy's idea. Otherwise, how nice would it be to have more than 200,000 free coolies? Now, these Japanese have all developed infectious diseases. We can't let China treat them.
....hehe66..
He thought for a while, a cold look flashed in his eyes, and whispered: "During the Warring States Period, have you heard of Bai Qi's deeds?"
The God of Killing Baiqi?
Zidian nodded, and immediately he understood what He Zhenzhong meant. Bai Qi, the God of Killing, was a famous general of the Qin State. His most famous battle was the Battle of Changping, where he killed 400,000 surrendered Zhao soldiers.
"These little devils are already infected. We in China lack medicine and can't control them. However, seeing them slowly die in torture is too bearable, so let's give them a happy life." He Zhenzhong said lightly.
One sentence, "For the sake of humanitarianism, destroy it."
Zidian has no objection. What kind of bullshit humanitarianism is that? It’s just a piece of shit, just a piece of rag used to cover up shame. If there were really humanitarianism, there would be no war in the world, and the people of Iraq would not be bullied by the Yankees.
The abuse was so miserable.
"Where are the puppet troops?"
He Zhenzhong didn't say anything, he just raised his hand, placed it across the middle of his neck, and made a light stroke.
Zidian nodded, "I'll make arrangements immediately."
Looking at Zidian's leaving figure, He Zhenzhong quickly moved his eyes away and fell on the Japanese prisoners of war who were gathered together. There was no expression on his face.