Compared to the infantry regiment led by Liu Lang and the future general, Naosaburo Okabe was much more cautious and led an entire independent mixed infantry brigade.
What is the organization of an independent mixed brigade of the Japanese army? To put it bluntly, it is an independent combat unit with more flexible operations. Although its strength is only more than 5,000 people, it concentrates infantry, artillery, cavalry, baggage troops, engineers and other types of work. To put it bluntly, it is a miniature version.
The overall independent combat capability of a division is stronger than that of an infantry brigade.
Five independent infantry brigades are the backbone, plus an artillery team including one mountain artillery squadron and two field artillery squadrons. With such strength and configuration, it is not difficult to attack a national army division.
The defense line being deployed by the two infantry brigades is more than 3,000 meters long, and the more than 15,000 prisoners of war are divided into three groups and are guarded by three infantry brigades respectively.
After many rounds of inspections, the man who had been searched almost all over his body walked into the Japanese position with a look full of evil. He faced the extremely hostile eyes of the Japanese soldiers, and there were even many Japanese soldiers who deliberately aimed their guns at them.
The cheap man has no fear.
Not to mention just pretending to aim at him with a gun, in Rehe, he rode a horse and charged against hundreds of Japanese cavalry with two brothers from Deng Wen's Cavalry Brigade. Compared with that, this is nothing!
The bastard man even bared his teeth at a Japanese soldier who was planning to shoot him. Although he didn't raise his little finger in provocation, he patted his chest to indicate that he was going to shoot and come here.
Although they were very arrogant, the Japanese army could only stare blankly. The brigade headquarters had already issued an order. Anyone who arbitrarily attacked the Chinese before the exchange of prisoners of war was completed would die.
"Squad leader, no wonder they say it's hard to fight the stubborn Japanese. Look at how well they dug their trenches and their twists and turns." A soldier in the queue touched the veteran next to him and exclaimed.
The Japanese infantrymen, who are sweating profusely as they dig field trenches and are very skilled in civil engineering work, are definitely among the best in the world.
"This is not our territory. Don't act like a fool." The veteran glanced at the new recruit and said, "If it doesn't work, just call him a little devil."
"Haha!" There was a chuckle from the team.
As the saying goes, it is the courage of the soldiers that makes the general. Seeing the cowardly man showing his courage, the one hundred infantrymen following him relaxed their nervousness.
The Japanese soldiers who didn't understand Chinese naturally didn't know what they were laughing at, but those who knew Chinese yelled "Baga! Baga!"
The idiot man curled his lips in disdain. No wonder the regimental commander said they were scumbags. Not only did they use their hands, they just used their mouths. They only used those two words over and over again. It's not like here in China, where you can scold them for an hour without using the same words.
The Japanese are not good birds either. They placed the Chinese prisoners of war three miles behind the forward position. Seeing that the idiots were not intimidated by their dismounting, they came up with new tricks to make things difficult for them before entering the prisoner of war gathering place.
He didn't check them again and sent a translator over to pretend to talk nonsense.
It wasn't until the idiot man got mad and tried to take people away that they actually entered the prisoner-of-war gathering place, but more than an hour had already passed.
With 100 of them, in groups of about 30, it was impossible to screen the 5,000 prisoners of war in the three prisoner-of-war gathering areas within the remaining hour, even in the simplest way.
But the idiot man had his own tricks. After whispering for a while with the other two platoon leaders, the three of them led more than 30 soldiers into their respective prisoner-of-war gathering areas.
The bastard man went to the one in the middle. More than 5,000 prisoners of war were asked to sit on the cold ground. Fifty meters around, they were surrounded by nearly 700 Japanese soldiers with rifles and machine guns.
The cheap man led 30 soldiers and strode up to the prisoners of war, standing upright without saying a word.
The prisoners of war became restless.
Being forced at gunpoint late at night to board a train from a prisoner of war camp to the unknown front was already very unsettling. As a result, when I arrived in Baoding, I was kicked off the train and crossed the Hutuo River to Shimen. I then walked to a place about 40 meters away from Shimen.
The location inside, running around for more than ten hours was not scary, but what was scary was what they were doing in this wilderness.
If they hadn't seen that the Japanese army not only sent people to surround them but also sent people to set up positions in the front, the prisoners of war would have exploded their nests. This was a bit like a mass shooting.
But in the midst of such extreme anxiety and even despair, dozens of soldiers wearing dark blue uniforms suddenly appeared. For the prisoners of war, this was a complete surprise.
Could it be that...are you really going to be a traitor?
This is the first thought that pops up in the minds of many soldiers. After all, this is what the Japanese tried every means to achieve in the prison camp.
Moreover, if not for this, how could the Chinese soldiers walk into the Japanese positions so arrogantly?
The huge shame and anger made them forget that if they were the Japanese soldiers, how could they wear the uniforms of Chinese soldiers?
"Bah! You son of a bitch!" A prisoner of war sitting in the front row stood up angrily and spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm at the bastard man, which landed on the bottom of the bastard man's feet.
"Bullshit!" Several prisoners of war behind them also growled.
A smile suddenly appeared on the face of the cheap man.
Very good, really very good. With such a person, at least it is not worth the risk of death for him and his brothers to take this trip.
"Quiet, please," the bastard man suddenly yelled.
The sound was loud enough to spread throughout the entire venue, and even the Japanese soldiers dozens of meters away could hear his voice. In the distance, the Japanese major holding a command knife in his hand narrowed his eyes and looked at the Chinese second lieutenant wearing the second lieutenant's collar badge.
He wanted to see how the young second lieutenant dealt with the difficult problem of more than 5,000 unfamiliar people in front of him.
If these 5,000 people disobey orders and start a commotion, he doesn't mind shooting a few first to help the Chinese second lieutenant. As long as the exchange of prisoners of war has not begun, he can still control the life and death of these people at will.
Pointing to the military rank on his collar, the useless man said proudly: "Listen to me, I am neither a turtle grandson nor a dog. I am a second lieutenant of the 22nd Army Independent Regiment. No, I have received military orders to lead you."
By the time you go home, I will have been promoted to lieutenant."
There was silence in the place at first, and then, with a "boom", the prisoners of war completely exploded.
Most of the people stared in disbelief at the cheap man, the national army uniform he was wearing, and the rank on his collar badge. Indeed, it was the authentic rank of second lieutenant.
"Sir, is this true? Can we leave here?" The prisoner of war who had just vomited thick phlegm from the bastard asked in a daze.
"Don't believe me. You lost in Beiping, Tianjin, and Baoding. I won in Niangziguan. The officers offered more than 3,000 Japanese prisoners of war and negotiated with Terauchi Shouichi in exchange for you."
Go back." The cheap man glanced at him and continued to yell.
Such a thunderous and noisy sound actually came not only here, but also from both sides at the same time.
Obviously, the prisoners of war were overjoyed and frightened by this unexpected surprise.
Actually, he won the battle at Niangziguan?
Actually, they still have a chance to go home?
"If you guys continue to yell like this, not only will you not be able to go home, but the lieutenant that I finally got my hands on will not be able to live with it." The idiot man continued to yell helplessly.
It's a pity that his single voice is nothing compared to thousands of people.
However, there are people who understand.
Dozens of prisoners of war sitting in the front row, led by the spitting prisoner, collectively pushed back. The prisoners were still soldiers after all. Although they were unbearably excited, they quickly calmed down and became quiet under the desperate shouts of the leader.
Come down.
"Damn it, it's not easy. It's better to leave it to the superiors to say that you are a mob!" The idiot man cursed angrily, "I'm not only here to take you home, but I'm also here to treat you.
Screening..."
As soon as he said this, the buzz started again. Obviously, this screening was very exciting to the prisoners of war who were eager to go home and leave here.
"Don't make any noise. If the little Japs get some manpower among you and shoot when they enter the position, do you think I should shoot?" the bastard man roared angrily, pointing his hand at the prisoner of war who was still standing.
, "Tell me, should my brothers shoot?"
"We should fire." The prisoner of war stood up straight and said solemnly. "If we don't fire, the position will be broken and everyone will die."
"That's why I have to screen you." The idiot man nodded with satisfaction and shouted to the prisoners of war who already understood a little bit, "But I only have less than an hour now, so it is impossible to conduct identity verification and comparison on each of you.
, and it’s impossible to search them one by one.”
"Then now, listen to my command, everyone is here, take off your shirt."
After hesitating for a while, after the leading prisoner of war took off his tattered shirt first, revealing his skinny and scarred upper body, almost all the prisoners of war took off their shirts.
This is obviously the best way to complete the inspection quickly. Compared with the temptation of going home, freezing in the cold wind is nothing.
Looking at the rows of shirtless men with satisfaction, the cheap man waved his hand, and the thirty soldiers standing behind him entered the prisoner of war queue, each holding a stack of cloths, which had already been written.
serial number.
"Everyone has it. Take off your pants. If you have any other guns besides the "gun" on your crotch, you must be a bad guy." The idiot man suddenly bared his teeth.
They were all old men. Even if it was cold and they had taken off their shirts, it would be no big deal to take off their trousers. After hearing what the cheap man said was funny, the prisoners of war took off their trousers with a relaxed expression this time. It should be said that men take off their trousers.
The speed of pants is very fast.
Sure enough, this trick was very effective. In the queue of more than 5,000 prisoners of war who were naked with only a pair of underwear to cover their shame, the two dozen prisoners of war who were erect and not taking off their pants looked extremely awkward.
"Get out!" The idiot man didn't talk nonsense at all. At this time, no matter you are Chinese or Japanese, those who dare to hide their lies must have an agenda.
Sometimes, being rough can also be very practical.
After driving away the personnel deployed by the Japanese army, the idiot man turned his attention to the "gull pigs" and said, "The first step of screening has been completed. Now we will receive our respective numbers. The requirements for receiving the numbers are very simple. Everyone, use your own hometown dialect to curse.
Just be Japanese."
"Little Japan is such a bastard!" Sichuan dialect was the first to speak.
"You little devil!" This is from Tianjin.
"The rough and tumble Japanese devils!" Shandong people also speak with great enthusiasm.
"You son of a bitch!" Wuhan, Hubei, always said it so bluntly.
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A variety of Chinese dialects resounded throughout the gathering place. Regardless of whether they could understand it or not, the Japanese soldiers who could at least understand the word "little devil" all turned pale with anger.