"Onboard...Onboard..." Listening to the constant cheers from the compatriots in the baggage train on the mountain road on the opposite cliff, although the accent is a bit like Kyoto mixed with Kyushu Island and Hokkaido, to put it bluntly,
The helper must have come from the mountains or had a fishing background, but Tanaka Qinghe, who belongs to a prominent family in Kyoto, was still in high spirits.
"Hurry up." Tanaka Qinghe kept urging the tired soldiers to move forward.
This is the pleasure of being needed, even if the morale of Tanaka's team has been extremely low.
The Japanese invaders didn't know that those "compatriots" with tacky accents were shouting and cursing in a low voice, "What the hell are you talking about? What does this board mean?"
"You're stupid! Didn't you see that there is a cart pulling things here? So it's called a cart." The person next to him explained disdainfully while waving his arms and continuing to hum about the cart.
"According to your statement, the brothers with the carriage in front should not call "horse"?" The rookie bandit who was called a fool was not convinced.
"Brother, you are very smart! You have already studied Japanese, you have a bright future!" A soldier from the independent regiment listened to the conversation between the two bandits in front and thought it was very funny, so he came over and interrupted.
"Hello, sir." The two bandits were definitely not ordinary smart, and they immediately nodded and bowed to say hello to the soldiers.
Ever since I learned that Liu Tuanzuo, the highest officer of the Independent Regiment, had personally issued an order to recruit the Qingzhuang bandits from Qinglong Mountain as a non-staff company of the Independent Regiment, everyone, including those who died in the last battle, would receive a living allowance of twenty yuan in advance.
When paid on time, the bandits began to look forward to a better life and looked forward to becoming soldiers, soldiers of the country.
After seeing these veterans, of course I have to work hard to please them.
"Time was tight just now. Squad Leader Mo only taught you how to shout, but didn't tell you what it meant. Listen up, the board is used by the little devils to cheer for victory, and it has nothing to do with the carriage. However, you can give me some advice.
When I woke up, the regimental commander casually said something about flax drop when he was teaching us Japanese, and he didn't explain what it meant. Based on your guess just now, I guess it was "Ah, damn", which was a curse." The soldier was very serious.
said.
"I understand, I understand." The two bandits nodded repeatedly.
The Japanese that the regiment leader has taught must be used frequently, and the veteran squad leader’s guess is definitely correct. From now on, when you scold the Japanese, just use their own scolding words to scold them, so as not to make your mouth dry and the brats look like pussies.
If you don't understand, that's annoying.
The rookies were very happy to see the little devil gradually stepping into a death trap under the temptation of their own gang of fake devils.
The idiot man and Mo Xiaomao who were hiding in the sniper position under the cliff were not so relaxed.
"Are you sure you didn't see the Thirteenth Unit? You really didn't see it?" the idiot asked over and over again, Mo Mao Mao, who put his eyes on the high-power sight and carefully observed the marching Japanese troops.
"I didn't see it, Yao Shisan is very shrewd! At least you are more shrewd than me, so you probably took the time to slip away." Mo Xiaoling said angrily without raising his head.
However, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Yao Shisan escaped according to the original plan. He only waited for the Japanese army to move forward another 500 meters before closing the door and beating the dogs.
You know, in the entire fishing plan, Yao Shisan is the most important and the most worrying part.
As long as the Japanese invaders enter the mountains, they can ambush them anywhere they want. However, in most locations, they can only guarantee to defeat the Japanese invaders but not annihilate them all. Only in places like Erlangjian, due to geographical constraints
The reason is that no Japanese army can escape.
If we want to completely annihilate the Japanese army, we can only let them walk into the positions chosen for them undefended. However, it is obviously impossible without human participation.
The little Japanese who have become frightened will definitely send out elite soldiers to investigate. A location like Erlangjian with traces of battle is not suitable for a battlefield.
The only solution was to send someone to lead the Japs into the trap, and Yao Shisan volunteered to be that person. The small village was real, and the people in the village were also led by Chen Yunfa early in the morning to greet them to retreat, leaving only
Yaoshisan pretended to be a firewood-collecting boy from the village.
Yao Shisan lived up to expectations. From his dress to his facial expressions, he performed so well that the Japanese were convinced. Under his leadership, he discovered the ruts, the used axles discarded by the bandits, and then discovered the disguised baggage convoy step by step. Finally, he finally
Run to the position set for them without any doubt.
The whole plan is almost seamless. The only worrying thing is how Yao Shisan escapes. You must know that when the Japs find out that they are in a desperate situation, if he has not escaped yet, he will definitely become a victim of the Japs' anger, but he cannot escape too early, otherwise
It will arouse the vigilance of the Japanese.
Now it seems that Yao Shisan did a good job, he escaped at the right time and at the right place, and the whole plan was executed perfectly.
There are two mountain roads, one on the mountainside of another mountain and one at the foot of the Tanaka Brigade. There is a canyon full of shrubs in between. Although you have to turn around a mountain pass to set foot on that mountain road, the straight-line distance between the two is
, no more than 300 meters away.
Major Qinghe Tianzhong raised his head and looked over there. The soldiers of the baggage brigade had unloaded the mules and horses and drove them away, leaving only the carts on the mountain road. Are they planning to turn around?
A trace of doubt arose in Tanaka Qinghe's mind, and then he saw a tall compatriot wearing a slightly strange summer uniform waving to him.
Tanaka Qinghe even felt that he could see the bright smiles on the faces of his compatriots who were wearing silly clothes.
How can you not be stupid if you roll up your sleeves and trouser legs on a cold day?
Chen Yunfa, who was considered a fool by Major Tanaka, wanted to say, Peat, if you can find someone over 1.8 meters tall, 170 is already the largest size you can find!
Besides, a certain major was too sentimental, and he was not waving at him.
"Baga, is this guy a fool?" Tanaka Qinghe couldn't help but muttered.
How could such a fool exist in the Imperial Japanese Army? The most annoying thing is that he dared to smoke even though he knew the ammunition was being transported. This was an obvious violation of combat regulations. How did that bastard Yuji Nagano manage the soldiers?
Thinking of Nagano Yuji, Tanaka Qinghe suddenly shivered. At this time, shouldn't the person greeting the reinforcements be his Army University junior, Captain Nagano Yuji? No matter what, he would not send a fool! And he is so tall.
.
He's still so tall... Tanaka Qinghe's goosebumps are rising. Are there any in the entire Eighth Division that are over 1.8 meters tall? Obviously, the answer is no. The Japanese in this era, even if they occasionally
There are very few people with genetic mutations who are over 1.8 meters tall. Even if there are, there are none in the Eighth Division. Tanaka Qinghe, who has been in the Eighth Division for more than three years, knows this very well.
Suddenly picking up the telescope hanging on his chest, Tanaka Qinghe clearly saw that face, an extremely simple, oriental face that belonged to the yellow race, but definitely not Japanese.
At least that's what Tanaka Qinghe thought at that moment. He was sure that the man wearing the Shogo-style second lieutenant uniform that was obviously three sizes too small was not Japanese.
Orientals who are not Japanese, who else can they be but Chinese?
It was cold, extremely cold, from Tanaka Qinghe's head to the soles of his feet. His buttocks, which were used to being cold, could only be regarded as somewhere in the middle.