The sudden increase of more than 15,000 prisoners of war was really enough. There was no such a big place for them to live in Jingxing City, let alone the shortage of field tents.
If these already weak prisoners of war were allowed to sleep with their clothes on in the cold wind of late autumn, there was no telling how many of them would fall down the next morning.
It was all the young men waiting to join the army in Jingxing and more than 5,000 people rescued from the Shimen prisoner-of-war camp who worked overnight under the leadership of the independent regiment garrison stationed in Jingxing to use it in the leeward places of several broad valleys in the Snowflake Mountain area.
In one day, more than 2,000 temporary shelters were built.
The khaki quilts taken from the captured Japanese army baggage were laid among them, basically ensuring that each person had one set. Even the Japanese winter clothes that had no time to be re-dyed were distributed to each person.
The prisoners of war, whose clothes were so tattered that they could no longer withstand the cold wind in late autumn, didn't care whether they were khaki or not, so they wrapped them up and slept warmly for a long time.
At this moment, they were all standing neatly on a relatively spacious valley flat at the foot of the mountain wearing captured Japanese winter clothes. At first glance, people who didn't understand might even think that Chinese lieutenant generals and major generals were reviewing the Japanese army!
However, this valley is still a bit too small for the total number of prisoners of war, which exceeds 20,000. The more than 5,000 prisoners of war who were rescued from Shimen first and were named the Shame Camp by Liu Lang gained strength because they had eaten and drank enough in the past two days.
Just stand on the hillside along the mountain.
Those who can face Liu Lang head-on are mainly the more than 15,000 prisoners of war who were rescued yesterday. As for the 200 patriots and red underground party members who were exchanged for the corpses of Japanese generals, they have long been captured by the 129th Division Headquarters
Picked it up.
This is not the first time that the last prisoners of war on the battlefield in northern China have faced a commander who is about to lecture them. However, it is difficult for them not to focus on the man standing in front of them, standing as straight as a green pine.
Eagles and wolves stared at their fat colonel.
That man was famous in the 29th Army. Almost everyone knew about it. That man was the most hard-blooded soldier ever born. That man was also the most cold-blooded and ruthless soldier. It was he who ordered the firing of more than fifty machine guns.
A wall of bullets was built in front of the running crowd. Anyone who dared to disobey military orders would be shot without mercy.
Liu Lang was looking at them, and they were staring at Liu Lang.
One person VS ten thousand people, Liu Lang had no expression on his face and did not speak. He just stood upright in a very standard military posture.
Perhaps they were resentful of Liu Lang's previous order to suppress everyone with machine gun fire. The prisoners of war, who were former soldiers, were a little lazy at the beginning but in the end they all responded with what they thought was the most standard military posture.
Regardless of whether he was a ruffian or a pacesetter, an officer or a recruit, almost all the prisoners of war gave their own answers with actions when challenged by Liu Lang's cold but standard military posture. That was derived from the skills of a soldier.
The language of the world, even if you only spent a day in a military camp.
a long time......
There were more than 20,000 people in this huge valley, and it was actually eerily silent.
You can even hear the intense heartbeat in the chest of the soldier at the end of the queue and his increasingly heavy breathing.
Standing in a military posture is not only a technical job, but also a physical job. For these prisoners of war who have just walked out of the prisoner-of-war camp and only rested for seven hours, the burden is also huge. Finally, some people can't bear it anymore
He moved his legs and ankles quietly and quietly.
Liu Lang pursed his lips tightly and slightly raised the corners of his mouth, which made him look a little cold. His metallic voice spread throughout the audience, "Presumably, most of you already know who I am. Yes, that's right, I was the same person who I was with five years ago.
Liu Lang, the leader of the independent regiment who has cooperated with the 29th Army, is also the fat man who ordered to shoot at your feet yesterday."
The row of generals behind Liu Lang almost collectively twitched their mouths. Damn it, this way of introducing oneself by scolding oneself is really unique!
The beautiful reporter's little hand couldn't help but tremble while she was writing. Will the people across the country laugh when they see the newspaper when they write like this? If there is such a nickname, what will my son, no, his son, think about it in the future?
?
Reporter Liu Xueyuan, this thinking is a little too fast. But in the writing, the unabashed fat man in Lang Pang's mouth has been transformed into a superior officer.
"Yes, although there is no expression on your face, your eyes tell me that no matter whether I am the heroic commander who led the Great Wall Regiment to beat the 8th Division to the ground and won the Medal of Blue Sky and White Sun, but after I ordered to move towards
The moment you fired, driven mad by the desire to survive, I was the dead fat guy in your eyes and hearts. If you could, you had been fantasizing about throwing bricks at me since yesterday, including shooting me with a black gun.
For a moment, you have already forgotten who exchanged you out of the prisoner of war camp. Anyone who blocks your escape is your life and death enemy." Liu Lang continued to roar loudly. "So, when I stand here,
Even if your legs and feet are so weak and you wish you could lie down instead of sitting down, you still stand like me. You just want to tell me, damn fat man, just wait for me, and one day I will pay back this hatred.
"
The prisoners of war continued in silence.
I have to say that this fat guy in front of me really understands people's hearts. That's what they seem to think.
"Then I'll tell you a fact. I've regretted it a long time ago. I shouldn't have shot you at your feet." Liu Lang's voice suddenly rose at least two times. In everyone's stunned eyes,
, "I should have ordered to shoot at you trash, from the moment you lost your queue, from the moment you just wanted to survive, abandoned your companions, and even made a mad attack on the friendly forces' positions."
There was a "boom" and the prisoners of war were in an uproar.
This damn fat man really exceeded the limit of their imagination. The regret he said was because he didn't shoot at them? Moreover, he called them trash in front of more than 10,000 people?
Liu Lang did not continue to speak, but looked at the excited prisoners of war coldly until their voices became slightly quieter.
A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, "What? You are said to be trash, and you don't accept it?"
"Sir, we are not trash." A prisoner of war shouted in response in the queue.
"We are not convinced. The Japanese used various methods in the prisoner-of-war camp to treat us as Japanese invaders, but we did not surrender." A rather burly prisoner-of-war who looked like a big man from the north separated from the crowd and strode out.
, and untied the khaki cotton uniform of the Japanese army, threw it on the ground, faced the prisoners of war, exposed his somewhat thin chest, pointed to the layers of scars on his chest that had not yet fully grown, and said with some pride: "They
It is stipulated that anyone who sees a guard failing to bow will be whipped five times. I received a total of more than 60 whips in two months."
He pointed his hand towards the queue and roared: "Brothers from the 3rd Battalion and 6th Company of the 39th Independent Brigade of the 29th Army, come out and let me see if you are all rubbish like what Chief Liu said."
Following the roar of the prisoners of war, about a hundred people walked out of various queues, looked at each other excitedly, and then formed a neat queue and trotted all the way to the naked prisoners of war.
"There are only 143 people. My company's full strength should be 152 people, and there are still 9 people left?" After carefully scanning the queue several times, the prisoner's expression changed drastically.
"Company Commander, on the seventh day since we were separated, the third son was starved to death by the guards because he didn't kneel down to clean his boots! Wuwu~~~~~" A man in his twenties
The young man suddenly burst into tears.
The burly prisoner of war's face was pale, with big tears rolling out of his eye sockets. After being silent for a while, he shouted in a hoarse voice: "Everyone turn back and take off their clothes."
The prisoners of war all took off their shirts.
They were all very thin, and under the bulging shoulder blades were almost clearly visible rib bone marks. Obviously, hunger alone had already tortured these once strong men.
Of course, in addition to the common feature of being thin, there are also various scars covering the shoulders and back, and almost no one is spared.
The burly man in his late thirties showed pride in his tears. He suddenly turned back to face Liu Lang, stared at Liu Lang fiercely, and roared almost word by word: "Sir, I don't know about others."
, there are no cowards in my 6th company, they are all good people, they are not rubbish."
Liu Lang's face turned grim and he said: "Lieutenant, you and your soldiers are very good, I admit it. But, I'm sorry, I can't take back my words. In my eyes, you are still rubbish."
The whole place suddenly fell silent.
Including a row of generals behind Liu Lang.
The lieutenant company commander and his soldiers, with their thin bodies and scars, have shown their unyielding in the prisoner of war camp, which is already good enough.
In fact, they were already so good that they couldn't be any better. In such an environment where the Japanese army took life and death away from them, even if they were themselves, they couldn't do any better than these ordinary officers and soldiers.
The bulging shoulder blades, the skinny ribs and layers of scars caused by extreme malnutrition are the best medals of a soldier's unyielding spirit.
The eyes of the lieutenant prisoner-of-war were filled with intoxicating anger, his somewhat thin chest heaved violently, and even his fists were clenched.
Obviously, if Liu Lang couldn't give him a satisfactory answer, he would fight for Liu Lang, even if Liu Lang was a colonel and he was just a lieutenant, and he was surrounded by soldiers under Liu Lang's command.
"Your performance of not surrendering in the prisoner-of-war camp is worthy of respect. However, the medal of a soldier should not be just a whip mark. The blood of a soldier should not just stay in the enemy's prisoner-of-war camp, but flow at your and my feet.
On the land. This land is the land left to us by our ancestors. It is you and us who make the land groan under the iron hooves of the Japanese army. This is the shame of every Chinese soldier." Liu Lang shouted coldly. "I want to wash it away.
Shame, only blood, only sacrifice. But where should our sacrifice be? You tell me with your scars that it is your unyielding medal. Then, I will let you take a good look at what is the real medal of a warrior.
"
"Yu Xiancheng, Liu Dazhu, Ling Hong, Zhou Shiyu, Zhao Ergou, Xiao Fenghua, Ye Zifei..." As Liu Lang called his name one by one, the officers of the independent regiment who had either lieutenant colonel or major on their collar badges trotted away.
They quickly ran to gather in front of Liu Lang.
"Everyone is here, except for the tops." Liu Lang shouted loudly.
Including himself, a group of lieutenant colonels and majors collectively took off their military uniforms, exposing their muscular chests.
Everyone's eyes were frozen.
Not one of these mid-level and low-level officers, who are the cornerstone of the army, is intact. The dark red scars as big as a baby’s fist are obviously gunshot wounds, and the scarlet red centipede-like suture wounds are naturally bayonet wounds. Such horrific
We can actually see wounds on the bodies of these lieutenant colonels and majors.
Liu Xueyuan's gaze also stopped, and it rested on one of them in a daze. She suddenly reached out and covered her mouth, for fear that she would cry out, but Danfeng's eyes were overflowing with big tears.
Down.
She never thought that a person would have so many injuries on his body, from his back to his chest.
There were so many that it made her heart hurt so much that it was difficult to breathe.
She is not proud at all, even though the man she loves deeply uses the medals on his body to prove to everyone that he is the best soldier of this era, and he is worthy of the two Blue Sky and White Sun medals on his chest.
She just felt distressed, uncontrollably distressed. The glory that belonged to the warrior seemed to be cutting into her heart one by one.