This newly built prisoner-of-war camp was built against a mountain. Two ridges no more than fifty meters high formed a V shape. Two machine gun fire points on each side of the ridges were pointed down at the valley, capable of shooting anything that made any move.
Resist.
The barracks are at the end of the valley, with a square in front and the gate at the entrance of the valley. There is a light machine gun and two small groups of Japanese troops on the walls on both sides of the gate.
But now, there is a dark crowd of Chinese soldiers wearing tattered blue military uniforms standing on one side of the square, facing the Japanese troops who are surrounded by more than 100 loaded rifles and even the muzzles of several machine guns.
No matter how fierce the Japanese officers yelled, they did not retreat.
But the Japanese army did not shoot and kill people as usual to establish their authority. On the contrary, their faces were very solemn, and their guns were pointed at the Chinese prisoners of war who they had been able to kill alive before, but their ferocious eyes showed a bit of panic.
and confused.
Because they are also afraid. Even more afraid than the Chinese prisoners of war opposite them.
Of course, what really frightened them was not the unarmed and passionate Chinese prisoners of war. What they feared was that the gunfire from the other side of the stone gate stopped, but Lieutenant Hidemi Muto ordered them to rush the prisoners to the square.
What does it mean?
Yes. The sound of gunfire in the early morning and the loud noise after the southern city wall was blown open by Liu Lang naturally reached the prisoner of war camp long ago.
Whether they are Japanese soldiers serving as guards or Chinese soldiers serving as prisoners, they all know what this means. It means that the Chinese army is attacking Shimen.
When they thought that someone of their own was about to rescue them, the captured Chinese soldiers were secretly happy. Even if there was no excitement, their inner joy could be seen just from the exchange of eyes. Although in the Japanese prisoner-of-war camp
After only staying for a few days, most of the Chinese soldiers here regretted extremely why they did not die on the battlefield but came here to be humiliated by the Japanese. They thought about leaving here all the time.
Humiliation is sometimes more terrifying than death.
The Chinese were happy, but the Japanese were nervous, especially Lieutenant Hidemi Muto, who led a baggage team to serve as temporary guards at the prisoner of war camp.
If Shimen is captured, the prisoner-of-war camp will naturally be the next target of the Chinese. Shimen cannot be defended with 2,000 defenders, not to mention the mere 160 people under his command. Naturally, Muto Hidemi anxiously asked the division headquarters
The battle situation in the city, but at that time, the battle situation was very anxious. How could the communications brigade of the Japanese division headquarters have time to pay attention to a small infantry lieutenant? "Baga! Idiot!" After a few roars, Lieutenant Muto could only stand by the phone.
Like an ant on a hot pot, I am anxious, but I don't dare to call again to ask.
Finally, when the sound of gunfire at Shimen stopped, the phone rang. Lieutenant Muto answered the phone with great joy, but as if he had been struck by lightning, it turned out to be a call from Major Koichi Saigenji, captain of the communications brigade of the division headquarters, ordering him to surrender.
Hidemi Muto dropped the phone in despair, the expression on Muto Hidemi's face was extremely complicated, and her eyes were constantly changing.
Obviously, the Japanese lieutenant was struggling.
He knew that what Major Xiyuanji said was true. The Chinese army that could capture Shimen in less than an hour was definitely not something that his 160 men could resist, even if he used more than 5,000 Chinese prisoners of war as bargaining chips.
If he had known that the division headquarters would be defeated an hour ago and retreated towards Baoding, it might have been too late, but now it was too late anyway. On the undefeable southern plains of North China, the Chinese had superior strength.
You can shoot them one by one in the wild like hunting.
However, when he was asked to surrender, he was worried that the Chinese would not let him go. He was not worried about the incoming Chinese army, but about the thousands of Chinese soldiers in the prisoner of war camp. He knew very well what he had done in five days
What.
However, if you don't surrender, what can you do? Even if the Chinese outside take care not to attack, it will be an extremely terrible thing if thousands of prisoners of war inside riot. Even if it is because they have to guard the prisoner of war camp, the division headquarters is
Two additional heavy machine gun teams and four light machine guns were temporarily assigned to them.
Muto Hidemi, who was extremely conflicted in his heart, finally decided to put all the prisoners of war in the square in the valley and focus all the machine gun fire on them. He wanted to see what the attitude of the Chinese was. If he did not promise to let him go,
, then he will order the shooting of prisoners of war. Even if he dies, it will not make things easier for the Chinese people.
When thousands of Chinese prisoners of war were released from their barracks into the square and saw the black machine guns of the Japanese army, they thought that the Japanese army was going to kill them first. Naturally, they panicked and became angry. The little devils put knives on their necks, and everyone was about to die.
So, why are you afraid of eggs? The prisoners of war who repeatedly surrendered in the face of the gunpoint no longer listened to the orders of the Japanese guards. Thousands of people gathered together to confront the Japanese army in the face of the Japanese gunpoint.
"It's the Chinese, the Chinese are coming." A Japanese soldier standing on the sentry tower first exclaimed.
All the Japanese soldiers turned pale, and their worries finally came true.
When they saw the Japanese soldiers, they all started to panic, and some began to point their guns at the gate. The Chinese prisoners of war also knew that their own people were coming, and they began to make noises.
"Baga!" A trace of ferocity flashed across Muto Hidemi's face, he pulled out his pistol and fired a shot into the sky, causing all the sounds to be silenced.
"You are too happy too early. You must know that your lives are still in my hands." Standing on the wall, Muto Hidemi pointed to the door, "What's more, you Chinese don't seem to be very good.
I attach great importance to you, so I only sent one infantry company over here."
The square was even quieter. The hope flashing in many people's eyes suddenly dimmed.
What's the use of sending only one infantry company? The Japanese troops guarding here alone have two heavy machine guns and six light machine guns, which is almost the heavy firepower of half an infantry regiment of their old army. The strength of a regiment is almost the same.
An infantry company? Maybe it can't even protect itself.
The Chinese prisoners of war went from hope to despair, but Hidemi Muto was like playing with ice and fire, from despair to hope and then from hope to despair.
It was said that it was just an infantry company. In fact, Hidemi Muto attacked Chinese prisoners of war and at the same time emboldened himself, but there were not many Chinese who came, only 300 people. Moreover, they stopped 350 meters away.
But that's even more frightening.
If more than half of them began to wield individual engineer shovels to build field fortifications, as if they were going to fight, Muto Hidemi was not too scared, but the equipment that dozens of other people unloaded from the carts made Muto
The lieutenant's little heart felt as if it had fallen into the 10,000-meter trench in Hokkaido and was as cold as ice.
Because the distance was not far, he could see clearly even without a telescope. They were four infantry cannons and four mortars. Any one of them could easily destroy any fire point in the prisoner of war camp.
There is nothing left, either on the mountain or below.
Compared with the eight cannons, the only 50mm grenade in his team is as cute as the little girl next door meeting a tough mom who has been doing business in Kyoto's red light district for many years. No matter in appearance or in appearance,
In terms of practicality.
He can make the little girl next door moan sweetly, but in front of Mama-san, his small body can only shout "Mom" with a guilty conscience! It's not at the same level.
Artillery was just one of them. Through the telescope, the Chinese machine guns were so numerous that it was mind-numbing. At least 8 machine guns were immediately set up on field fortifications.
Muto Hidemi finally understood why the Chinese only sent these 300 people. That was because they were fully confident that they could kill their 160 people, even without guns, just with cannons. As a baggage squadron lieutenant, he
Of course, he knows the combat effectiveness of the No. 160 heavy baggage troops under his command. They are all scumbags who were eliminated without being selected as front-line soldiers. It is okay to let them show off their power in front of the unarmed Chinese prisoners of war, but if they want to fight, I am afraid,
The Chinese prisoners of war who were humiliated by them every day were stronger than them even with guns.
Just looking at the strength on paper, they can't beat him. In addition, with the persuasion of His Excellency Major Saigenji to surrender, after much thought, Muto Hidemi finally wants to live. Seeing that the Chinese army is preparing to attack by force, he also wants to discuss the conditions.
Hidemi Muto panicked first, but what about the surrender he had agreed to?
Otherwise, Muto Hidemi's soldiers are scum. The leader of the Japanese prisoner-of-war camp, who was murderous at first, wanted to order a soldier to fly a white flag and ask about the situation first! As a result, no one dared to go. You pushed me and I
I pushed you, but in the end, I finally managed to go through the layers of orders and selected a second-class soldier, who is considered the smallest scumbag among the scumbags.
The Japanese private, whose legs were shaking like chaff, walked towards the position of the Bayonet Battalion's 1st Company holding a small white flag. The white flag was also a temporary piece of white cloth. I don't know if it was the crotch cloth that the bastard pulled out of his crotch "shyly" temporarily.
, forget about the smell.
However, this is quite suitable for the occasion, isn't it the last fig leaf?
Facing the Japanese soldiers who came to inquire about the surrender and only dared to send a small second-class soldier, who was obviously a frightened scumbag, Langdanzao's answer was simple: "Surrender, live. If you don't surrender, die. Three."
In minutes, an all-out attack will be launched. If the prisoners of war are massacred, the heads of all the Japanese soldiers present will be built into Jingguan on the banks of the Hutuo River. The Independence Regiment will do what it says."
After hearing the report from the private who had inquired about the situation, Muto Hidemi wanted to roar "Baga!" to cheer himself up, but looking at the earth-colored subordinates around him, he still swallowed the courageous roar alive. He was afraid of this.
Help the cowards to come up and tie themselves up to be used as surrender certificates to the Chinese.
The shadow of the famous tree, if it were replaced by other Chinese troops, this threat of beheading and building a Jingguan would be nothing more. But if it is an independent regiment, then it is no joke.
Back in Rehe, the Independent Regiment defeated the powerful Kwantung Army and vomited blood. Thousands of wounded Imperial Japanese soldiers were skinned like white sheep and dumped in the cold night of northern China. According to the rumors of the Japanese soldiers who went to collect the corpses, the soldiers were so frozen that they were hard and white.
Stubble's corpse was like a salted fish that had been dried by the sea. It was all white and made one's hair stand on end when looking at it from a distance. Moreover, there were more than one temple built by the "Beast Colonel".
, and the head of the highest official is often placed at the highest place.
When he thought that his head would be standing on the highest peak of the heads of his colleagues with grinning teeth, gazing at the scenery of the endlessly flowing Hutuo River, Hidemi Muto's calves felt a little cramped.
But in negotiations, there has to be someone who comes and goes, right? Although he already wanted to surrender, Hidemi Muto, who was still afraid that the Chinese would settle the score later, finally sent that unlucky guy to convey his desire to negotiate again.
"However, any Japanese soldier who has tortured prisoners of war must choose an officer and soldier from an independent regiment to fight in a duel. If he wins, he will live, if he loses, he will die."
This time, although Liu Lang's answer was still strong, it gave Muto Hidemi a glimmer of hope. If he couldn't beat someone who was awesome, he wouldn't pick a weak one? If he couldn't beat anything he picked, then it would really be a shame.
Death is also stupid.
Anyway, Muto Hidemi would never consider himself a fool.
The Japanese troops all laid down their weapons and surrendered. They threw their guns at the designated position in front of the gate of the prisoner of war camp, and each of them squatted aside with their hands on their heads in the posture required by Liu Lang.
It wasn't until they saw dark blue military uniforms pouring through the gate with guns in their hands that the Chinese prisoners of war, who were dumbfounded and disbelieving to see the once arrogant Japanese army surrendering without firing a shot, finally believed the facts before them.