He wanted to raise his hand to look at his watch in a pretentious manner, but he instantly remembered that only pocket watches in this era were made of craftsmanship. Liu Lang could only look up at the sky: "I'll give you two minutes."
The soldiers were stunned. What do you want to do, sir? Even your underpants?
"Let me do it. Be quick and strip the little devil to me." Otherwise, Chi Dakui was the company commander. Although he didn't understand what Liu Lang meant, he carried out the order in an unambiguous manner.
What the Japanese soldiers wear is not just clothes. When it comes to individual soldier equipment, it is the national army who went to the battlefield with a head on two shoulders, a gun and a few magazines in the waist.
A few streets to go.
Just from what he saw in front of him, Liu Lang knew that his grandfather's lament that Japan was well-equipped was true.
Based on the color, style and rank of the military uniform on the corpse in front of him, Liu Lang, who is proficient in military history, knew that this soldier should belong to the so-called China Expeditionary Force of the Japanese Army and was a private.
However, an ordinary soldier, in addition to the three full ammunition boxes at the front and rear required for combat, also carries a large backpack with a lot of things stuffed in it. There is a dark yellow hanging hanging on the right side of the body.
A kettle and even a short-handled engineer shovel.
This is almost the same as the full equipment of modern soldiers.
However, Liu Lang was impressed by the speed at which the legendary Chinese soldiers, who had not fought much in the war, collected the spoils. In only half of the time he had allotted, the swarming Chinese soldiers pulled up four Japanese corpses on the ground.
He was completely naked, even the socks on his feet were not shed.
At this rate, in less than three minutes, the battlefield including the battlefield a hundred meters away should be cleaned to meet his requirements.
Liu Lang nodded with satisfaction, and then took the time to ask Chi Dakui a few questions in a low voice, feeling a bitter taste in his mouth.
The situation was worse than he imagined.
When all the soldiers who had finished cleaning up and the clown girl who finally stopped screaming stood in line, Liu Lang directly waved his hand to everyone to follow Chi Dakui.
A fat man and a group of broken soldiers quickly disappeared into the hazy night.
Only seven skinned corpses were left, glowing with a strange bluish-white color in the cold night of early spring.
The Japanese patrol arrived earlier than Liu Lang expected.
Liu Lang and his group had only been away for five minutes before a ten-man Japanese army found the place in a search formation.
What was left to them were seven stripped and naked corpses.
The sergeant leading the team looked at the seven dead bodies in front of him in a daze.
It was not because of the tragic death of the seven people who died. For those who were hit by the shells, it was a blessing to have their whole bodies intact.
What confused Uehara, who had five years of military experience, was that these men died so cleanly, completely in line with the Buddhist saying: Come naked, go naked, and leave without worries.
In such a cold night, on such a battlefield, there may be soldiers stripping off the clothes of their dead enemies or comrades in order to keep warm, but I have never heard of them not even leaving their socks and underwear behind.
In terms of race, both Chinese and Japanese belong to the Mongoloid race, which is the well-known yellow race. If it is not based on speech and behavior, it is still very difficult to determine whether one is Chinese or Japanese based on appearance, especially
It's when you're faced with a dead body that has no identity marks.
It was almost certain that the first sergeant of Uehara Village and a squad of soldiers under him were confused.
Naturally, this is Liu Lang's purpose.
The seemingly meaningless battlefield cleaning wasted nearly three minutes of evacuation time, but it allowed the Japanese to spend more time finding out the truth.
What Liu Lang needs now is time.
Chi Dakui must have been on this battlefield for a while and was very familiar with the battlefield. After walking about 2 miles east, he found a tunnel.
The tunnels that collapsed in several places were in the shape of a horseshoe as a whole, formed by the intersection of several tunnels. Broken guns could be seen everywhere. Obviously, this was a defensive position, a defensive position that had been captured and then abandoned.
It is not difficult to see from Chi Dakui's stiff and sad face that this position should belong to the national army. As the attacker, the Japanese army should not have the need to spend so much energy to build such a defensive position.
Moreover, in Liu Lang's view, the tunnel fortifications were extremely unsatisfactory in terms of solidity and layout, so it was understandable that they were captured under the fierce Japanese artillery attack.
In the hazy night, there was silence on the abandoned position. The silence made people feel a little panicked, like a giant beast with its huge mouth open to devour people, quietly waiting for its prey to take the bait.
Chi Dakui looked at Liu Lang hesitantly, and Liu Lang nodded and waved his hand to signal the group to enter.
The Japanese army's position has advanced at least several kilometers. This abandoned position is meaningless to them who are on the offensive. At this time, the Japanese army's nearly 5,000 offensive troops should be resting at the front line. Everyone wants to wait until
At dawn, under the cover of aircraft and artillery, let's annihilate the stubbornly resisting national army on the opposite side in one fell swoop!
In a few hours, they would pay the price for their arrogance. Liu Lang, who already knew the outcome of the war in advance, made an accurate judgment on the Japanese army's movements.
Moreover, if there are Japanese troops stationed here, according to the Japanese infantry drill regulations, they will definitely send out sentries. Among other things, the Japanese are definitely the best in the world in observing rules, not to mention military regulations.
After entering the tunnel, after walking a few dozen meters, they arrived at a slightly wider tunnel. In his previous life, Liu Lang had experienced the tragedy of annihilating the enemy in the face of dozens of pursuing soldiers. He had also witnessed it with his own eyes just now.
Countless enemies themselves fell in a pool of blood, but when they saw the scene in front of them, they still took a breath of cold air.
The tunnel is said to be wide. In fact, compared to the previous tunnel which was only one or two meters wide, this tunnel is only more than three meters wide at most. It should be a troop garrison pit. A wider one can transport soldiers to the first place faster.
Line goes.
But now, it is densely packed.
Densely packed, grotesque corpses were piled up layer upon layer in the tunnel.
That's right, it's just a pile, like pieces of wood, stacked together in various directions, occupying everyone's field of vision.
The dark blue military uniforms, which are completely different from the khaki yellow of the Japanese army, clearly indicate their identities.
They----all were soldiers of the national army who died in battle.
The few minutes on the road were enough for Liu Lang to learn from Chi Dakui the origins of him and the more than 20 captive soldiers.
Like the large number of corpses in front of us, they all came from the 1st Battalion of the 3rd Regiment of the 61st Division. That is to say, when describing this great victory, they were understated and only wrote: "The 61st Division suffered heavy casualties in this battle. The 3rd Regiment and 1st Battalion were ten
There is no 1 camp left.
Except for Lieutenant Colonel Liu Zhenxin, the battalion commander who died in the battle, the other soldiers of the 61st Division became an approximate number of more than 600 killed in battle history. But judging from the number of corpses in front of him, Liu Lang knew
, people in later generations may have been deceived by the bureaucrats of the national army who are good at reporting good news but not bad news.
As the commander of the third regiment, one battalion and one company, Chi Dakui had a reinforced company of more than 200 people, and they were all here alive and dead.
There are less than thirty people alive.
After completing the task of blocking the enemy, they used up the last bullets in their bodies, were surrounded by a large number of Japanese troops, and were forced to become prisoners.
The dead are all here, thrown away like rotten wood.