Chapter 388 Child's play? That's because you don't understand
The large natural pit formed by the exploding shells became a natural grave for the Japanese and puppet troops. It took almost no effort from the rookies. The two of them lifted a body and threw it into the pit. After two or three trips, hundreds of people were killed.
The corpses of the Japanese and puppet soldiers just filled the big pit, and some stones and soil were spread on top.
The mountain roads were restored and the streams began to flow again.
In this way, the invading bandits quietly became the cornerstone of China's mountain roads. The strong resilience of nature will allow this place to be completely restored to its original state before long.
No one knows that a tragic battle once took place here, and no one knows that nearly a thousand puppet troops were buried here.
Nagano Yuji and his baggage train quietly disappeared into the mountains of China, and no one knew about them except the Chinese.
Perhaps, the Japanese invaders who became the roadbed in China will never return to the embrace of their beloved Amaterasu, because the divine light of Amaterasu cannot shine on this somewhat gloomy Chinese valley.
Especially for Japanese people.
This is also true. If it weren't for decades later, when a certain bandit who participated in this battle had nothing to do, and couldn't read a single Chinese character, he would have to write a memoir. His brain, which was almost Alzheimer's, actually remembered that he was Erlang Qinglongshan in the Great Wall Mountains.
In the first battle of Jian, the mysterious disappearance of the 8th Division's supply team, which had been regarded as a mystery by the Japanese military headquarters, became known to the world.
The Chinese Republic also generously allowed the defeated armies of the past to welcome back the bones of their soldiers in the future. Unfortunately, the bones of hundreds of puppet soldiers have been fused together in decades of wind and rain, and it is no longer possible to distinguish them from each other.
The descendants of the 200 Japanese soldiers could only pay homage on the spot. It was not known whether they were worshiping their ancestors who had been bandits, or whether they were kneeling to the Qingshan Mountains of China and the Chinese soldiers who killed their ancestors here.
The bandits and civilians who died in this battle were not transported back to Qinglong Mountain for burial. In the words of the idiot man: they died here, so they should be buried here, on top of the little devil's head, even in the underworld.
Even after shitting and peeing, the little devil below could only continue in frustration.
Okay! Although the words are a bit crude, it is very refreshing to hear. More than twenty tombs were piled on the hillside, and the ghosts of hundreds of Japanese invaders were watched from above.
Chinese people, even if they die, must be looked up to by a Japanese pirate who is so short that he will never grow taller in the future. This is the right of the victor.
The huge amount of supplies made people happy to see, but it was extremely laborious to move them away. Even after the battle, Yao Shisan ran for more than 20 miles and found the two hundred civilians who were retreating south and came back to help.
Nearly seven hundred people still carried it back and forth several times like hard-working ants before finally moving it all back to the bandit's lair in Qinglong Mountain.
Not even the broken remains of the carriage were spared.
There was a night-long carnival on the mountain. Tens of thousands of kilograms of fresh horse meat, not to mention the hundreds of people in the Qinglong Mountain area, was enough to make the entire independent group feel sick. They could eat it grilled, boiled, steamed, fried, and in all kinds of ways.
Chen Yunfa and Mo Xiaomao were competing with the captured Japanese field radio. The two special forces who had been trained to operate the radio for several days were not familiar with the Japanese radio and kept groping in the hope of contacting the independent regiment headquarters.
The radio that was turned on from time to time made the heart of Chief of Staff Terube Tanibe of the Eighth Division Headquarters go up and down. The mountains in the mountainous areas of northern China interfered too strongly with the radio signal. Also, that bastard Yuji Nagano
What the hell is that paragraph that was sent that clearly stated that the power should be turned on?
Not to mention the military secret channel, what was the purpose of that messy Japanese message? The only thing that comforted Major General Tanibe was that that idiot Yuji Nagano finally knew how to turn on the radio, and finally knew that the bastard was still alive.
Although Major General Terube Tanibe never thought that they would be in any danger.
North of the Great Wall, besides the thousands of Chinese who were confronting him in front of the position, would there be other armies? That was unscientific.
No matter how imaginative the major general of the Kwantung Army was, he would never have imagined that an infantry squadron and a Manchurian infantry battalion would be slaughtered and robbed by two independent regiment soldiers and a group of bandits.
Independent Regiment Department.
The telegraph operator looked strange and handed a newly translated message to Tang Yongming, who was frowning and waiting to launch an attack to beat the little devil: "Sir, I received a clear order from the Japanese military radio station to turn on the power. Please read it."
look."
"The Japanese army gave an explicit order to energize the country? What? Is it a declaration of war for us to prepare for a fight to the death?" Tang Yongming was slightly stunned.
They had just finished facing the nationwide order to electrify the country, and the Japanese army actually learned it.
"Ox Demon King, your mother called you to go home for dinner..." Tang Yongming softly read the message translated into Chinese, with doubts on his face: "What is this? What tricks are you playing?
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"Pfft..." Liu Lang, who had just taken a sip of tea while holding a military kettle and stared at the map, spit out all the tea in his mouth.
If there is anyone in this world who knows this sentence, except for the fact that he once casually and jokingly said it to Chen Yunfa and Mo Xiaomao, no one will ever say it like this again! The Japanese and the people of the Republic of China probably don’t have the imagination.
It’s as big as the Chinese people in the future. After all, there is no World of Warcraft in this world, and there are no middle school boys who play games and don’t go home to eat.
"Those two bastards Chen Yunfa and Mo Xiaomao are still alive and well, and they are scolding me." Liu Lang laughed and cursed despite the surprised looks from the command team.
Everyone in the headquarters is a little messy. How can such a messed up thing make such a judgment? What a child's play!
"Invent the order to power up, use the sixth secret message to reply in Chinese, and tell them the band we are currently using and the secret code." Liu Lang continued the order.
"When it comes to who is the strongest in a war, we only obey Xi Yiyi, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven. My friends are there, at the end of the world, in..."
As a result, not only did Chen Yunfa receive the real telegram that only he could understand, but Terube Tanibe received a provocative telegram from the Chinese army in front of the position, and all of China received the first message from Colonel Liu at the forefront of the Great Wall defense line.
The second letter is electrifying with some clear instructions that are confusing but can make people feel inexplicably happy.
Major General Tanibe, who was once again treated as a background by the Chinese, was so angry that his eyes were red and he looked like a crazed beast in the headquarters. The supreme commander of China could not help but laugh and curse "Mother Xipi" a few times.
General He in Peiping smiled bitterly and threw this "purely crazy" teasing telegram on his desk. Liu Lang, a strong general, was unexpectedly awesome. This completely ignored the emotional intelligence of the Supreme Command and was unexpected.
It's so low that he, the highest officer in the north, still has to think about how to wipe his ass. I'm afraid, no matter how hard he beats him, the one who is currently personally encircling and suppressing Nanchang will not put him in a more important position.
What a shame for his fighting talent.
However, the first sentence he said was really interesting. After reading it a few times, I felt that the tone I had been holding in my heart during this period became much easier for me.
No one knew that the two lone special forces soldiers of the Independent Regiment had contacted Liu Tuanzuo in this way.
After receiving Chen Yunfa's report, the well-informed Liu Tuanzuo's eyes almost dropped to the ground.