Faced with pressure from the international and Chinese sides, the arrogant Kwantung Army could only give in temporarily.
Not only did Masaemon Sakamoto, the commander of the Sixth Division of the Kwantung Army's frontline commander, personally send a message to the Chinese side and apologize for admitting that the lack of strict military discipline had led to this regret, but he also personally testified that the infantry squad that massacred Chinese villagers was also completely
members were killed in action, and now that all the remains have been cremated, the culprit cannot be handed over.
This telegram has given the Chinese government enough face to calm down its anger.
However, Sakamoto Masaemon, who felt that he had suffered such a great shame and humiliation, was not happy. The supreme commander of the front line was not happy. Nakagawa Ningqing, who was the uncle of the stupidest infantry squad leader of the Kwantung Army and the supreme commander of the Kitaguchi Pass garrison at that time, was naturally even more upset.
Big mold.
Starting from the afternoon, I was personally summoned by the Lieutenant General, and then I received countless blows. The poor Japanese colonel was regarded as a doormat of the entire Kwantung Army, and was beaten by various generals in turn. He was still elegant and fair.
His face was slapped into a pig's head.
Not only that, but what is even more tragic is that he was directly demoted from colonel to major colonel, and the dignified captain of the first regiment became the captain of the infantry battalion. He was also responsible for the security of the entire pass at night.
Nakagawa Ningqing, who had a red and swollen face and personally led a group of officials to inspect the defense, did not know that his nightmare had just begun, but it was almost over.
Nightmares are something only living people are lucky enough to have.
A fat man who had slept for a whole day and night, and spent an entire afternoon recuperating in the crevices of the rocks, began to set his sights on the pass several hundred meters away.
And Colonel Nakagawa, oh, no, it’s the newly minted Major Nakagawa who is furiously under Kuang K’s hands.
"Bagaya Road, it's yours, why don't you go out on patrol." If Ningqing Nakagawa didn't have a shred of sense, he would have pulled out his saber and chopped the lieutenant infantry squadron leader standing in front of him with his face red and smelling of alcohol.
"Hi!" The infantry squadron leader didn't dare to refute the former commander, so he could only bow his head and say yes.
Seeing that his subordinates were still honest and respectful, Ningqing Nakagawa felt a little relieved after feeling a heavy sigh in his chest. He raised his head and looked at the dark mountains around him. "Although the empire has won the victory and is about to return north, we have not yet toasted to celebrate."
At this time, we must be especially prepared for sneak attacks by the Chinese who hate the empire..."
"Hi!"
That's what he said, but Ningqing Nakagawa knew that it was as good as not saying what he said.
The bright lights everywhere in the super large military camp in Xifengkou and the drunken singing that sounded from time to time still revealed the relaxed mood of the entire army after the victory.
The 40,000 troops that have gathered here, and the complete positions at Xifengkou, are enough to destroy any Chinese army that wants to make a sneak attack, not to mention the audacious Great Wall Regiment, not even all the troops on display in northern China.
Although it has already entered April, the nights in northern China are still cold. The military regulations prohibiting lighting fires on the battlefield were also thrown to the Japanese island by the Japanese army who were dazzled by victory.
Japanese troops lighting bonfires to keep warm were everywhere. Even Ningqing Nakagawa, who was leading several officers and assistants, was used to it. This had been the case for the past few days.
What he didn't know was that there was a fat man with excellent eyesight five hundred meters away from him. He was holding a rifle with a scope and making gestures at his head for a long time with the help of the dim light of the bonfire on the pass position.
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"He turned out to be a major." Liu Lang muttered and put down the gun in his hand.
Obviously, in order to kill a major, it was too expensive for him to stay here all afternoon. Especially, it was not easy to squeeze such a huge body into the stone crevice covered with weeds. For this reason, Liu Lang
I almost broke my belly.
You know, he doesn't have a strong military uniform to wear now. In order not to reveal his identity, a waistcoat specially designed for slutty men has become his standard accessory. It's just that he doesn't have the chest hair that a slut can keep out the cold, so he wears it under it.
She wore a piece of cotton underwear that still had the warmth of Comrade Chen with the goatee.
However, if you can kill all those items at once, it should be pretty good.
Liu Lang pulled out a big thing from the crack in the stone.
If Major Nakagawa Ningqing could see it, he would be blinded. Because that big guy is no stranger to him.
It was a Chinese 20-year-old 82MM mortar produced by the Jinling Arsenal in China. It was also the only one that could compete with the Japanese 92 Infantry Cannon in this war.
No matter which Chinese army they faced, other weapons had the upper hand. Only when facing the 82MM mortar with this unique caliber, the Japanese suffered a lot.
This kind of gun is really too light. An artillery team can move it and fire it when it is put down. It is far more flexible than the Type 92 infantry gun which weighs 180 kilograms.
However, the so-called flexibility is relative to an artillery team with at least five people!
Of course, Major Ningqing Nakagawa didn't know this, and he didn't even know that when Liu Lang carried the 68 kilogram 82 on his back, and then hung five shells in the ammunition bag, he finally jumped from the Great Wall like a nimble fat monkey.
When the artillery company disappeared in front of them, Sun Hongzhen, who had just joined the artillery company, and nineteen former soldiers from the artillery battalion of the Northeast Army could fit a goose egg, no, an ostrich egg into their open mouths.
When did the 82MM mortar, with a total gun weight of 68 kilograms and a shell weighing nearly 4 kilograms, become an individual weapon?
This is simply unscientific!
A certain fat man wearing a pig's trotters who claimed to break all kinds of unscientific travels through time and space eighty-five years later, without any psychological burden, set up a mortar that was impossible for an individual to carry, and was good at gesturing with his hands.
Less than half a minute later, Liu Lang put the cannonball into the barrel.
"Bang"
"Lieutenant Banshan, execute the order!" Nakagawa Ningqing raised his head in confusion as soon as he gave the order to continue patrolling.
The sound speed of 340 meters per second far exceeded the muzzle velocity of the mortar shell of 212 meters per second. Ningqing Nakagawa heard the sound of the mortar shell ejecting from the chamber.
However, relative to the distance of 500 meters, the time for the artillery shell to fly in the air will never exceed three seconds. Obviously, this is shorter than the reaction time of many Japanese military officers and assistants.
No matter how hard they thought, they would never have thought that someone would be crazy enough to carry a mortar to such a close range for shelling.
The 3.8 kilogram grenade exploded accurately three meters in front of Nakagawa Ningqing.
It turns out that when the shell exploded, it looked like this... The last thought flashed in Major Nakagawa Ningqing's mind.
Then, his nightmare finally ended.
The fragments erupted by the 3.8 kilogram grenade are enough to send everyone within a ten-meter radius to meet their Amaterasu.
Japanese military officers and assistants did not have the habit of staying ten meters away from their superiors to listen to their instructions.
Therefore, three captains, one lieutenant and three Japanese second lieutenants who came to accept the reprimand of the former commander with fear and fear, a total of seven lieutenants were bombed together with Nakagawa Ningqing, who was not sure whether he was a colonel or a major. The nightmare was finally over.
It became a bloody gourd all over the place.
There was almost no need for resuscitation. Before the frantically rushing Japanese troops pressed the first aid kit onto their commanders, the Japanese officers and soldiers who were blown into pieces like rags died.
But when they turned their attention to the hill where the cannonballs suddenly flew out, what they saw was darkness.
And, five bullets fired in succession.
Correspondingly, at least four soldiers were killed.
In the light of the flares, the Japanese soldiers who did not dare to look up easily saw a fat man dressed in Chinese civilian clothes, carrying a long gun on his back, dragging a "cannon" in his hand, and nimbly dodged the bullets of the heavy machine gun.
, jumping among the rocks...
Ran.
The speed is comparable to that of a frightened wild boar.