Chapter one hundred and seventy seventh resignation
This problem was finally put into Zeng Quan's hands.
During the Red Army period, Zeng Quan only served as a platoon leader and had basically no experience in handling prisoners.
Also, after fighting the Japanese for so long, Zeng Quan had never seen any Japanese prisoners. Moreover, these seriously wounded Japanese soldiers were only injured and unable to move, and did not actually surrender to the independent regiment.
After hesitating for nearly a minute, Zeng Quan had no solution and finally kicked the ball directly to team leader Wang Ping through the radio.
"Regiment leader, political commissar, and chief of staff are calling urgently. Is there a difficult matter that you need to solve?" Xu Guang, the communications platoon leader, frowned and reported as soon as he walked up to the two of them.
"Tricky? Did something go wrong with Lao Zeng's attack on the stronghold? That shouldn't be the case. There aren't many Japs left in the stronghold, and he also has two infantry cannons in his hand. Even if he hits them with artillery shells, he can break open the stronghold!" Wang Ping frowned.
He asked with an eyebrow.
"No, they are wounded soldiers! The chief of staff found more than fifty seriously wounded soldiers at the Shangjie stronghold. Most of the wounded were unable to move. The chief of staff didn't know how to deal with them!" Xu Guang replied quickly.
"This is not easy. Send a telegram back to the chief of staff immediately!" Wang Ping made the decision without thinking about it.
"What will the Japanese army do if they encounter our seriously wounded soldiers on the battlefield? What the Japanese army did at that time is what we will do now, tit for tat!"
Just as Xu Guang was about to leave, Cheng Xiao, who understood, immediately retorted.
"No, you can't give this order. You will make a mistake, captain!"
"Those Japs are unarmed and seriously injured soldiers who have no power to fight back. What is the difference between killing them at this time and massacre? If the superiors find out, you, the regiment leader, will definitely not be able to escape the charge of massacring prisoners. After all, we have a policy of preferential treatment of prisoners!"
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"What do you think we should do, political commissar?" Wang Ping asked with a frown.
"Bring them all back and injure them, let's not talk about whether Lao Zeng has the ability to bring them back to the base. Even if we bring them back to the base, I don't agree to use precious medicines on them. After all, many of our injured soldiers don't have it.
For medicines, if we want to use them, we must give them to our own soldiers first!”
Seeing that Cheng Xiao was silent, Wang Ping continued his analysis: "If we don't take them away and leave them to the Japanese, in my opinion, we are letting the tiger go home!"
"Now they are seriously injured, but we all understand that once the seriously injured recover, they will be veterans, veterans with rich combat experience. The Japanese can use these dozens of veterans to expand a squadron or even a brigade at will. When the time comes, they will go to the battlefield.
They will still kill our soldiers and massacre our people!"
Although his face had become very gloomy, Cheng Xiao still shook his head and replied: "Captain, we must not touch the prisoner policy. Whoever touches it will cause problems!"
"I also want to kill these devils who do all kinds of evil, but policy is policy!"
"Asshole!" Wang Ping cursed angrily.
Then he thought for a full minute before deciding: "Then let them go, but whether they survive in the end is up to fate!"
"Call back to the Chief of Staff, regardless of the seriously injured, but all the seized medicines and captured Japanese doctors and nurses must be taken back, and not a single bit can be given to the Japanese. In addition, ask the Chief of Staff to leave a letter to the Japanese and tell them.
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"Our Eighth Route Army will not kill the seriously wounded. If they encounter our Eighth Route Army's wounded in the future, they must stay where they are and cannot massacre them. Otherwise, our independent regiment will never show mercy to their seriously wounded in the future!"
"This is okay!" Cheng Xiao affirmed.
At the stronghold on the street, Zeng Quan ordered Zeng Quan after reading Wang Ping's call back: "Just do what the regiment leader and political commissar say, regardless of them, let God decide whether he can survive or not!"
Zhou Zhengyang replied unhappily: "Then it will be easier for them!"
As soon as he finished speaking, an excited cry came over!
"Chief of Staff, Company Commander, we found the Japanese supply warehouse, which is filled with food, ammunition, and a lot of weapons. We are getting rich, and we are getting rich again!"
"Where are the artillery? Have you found any artillery?" Zeng Quan was most concerned about the two infantry artillery pieces left behind by the Japanese at the stronghold. He stared at the platoon leader who had just rushed over and asked.
"It's intact. It's set up at the entrance of the warehouse. It's still wearing a gun jacket. The Japanese artillery must be insufficient. They all followed the main force out and then left it untouched!" the platoon leader replied immediately.
"Let's go and have a look!" Zeng Quan replied excitedly, his eyes looking forward to it.
After all, it was a supply warehouse that supplied more than 1,500 days of puppet troops. Its scale was no smaller than the west warehouse that Wang Ping captured in Laiyuan City.
Entering the warehouse, the first thing Zeng Quan saw was mountains of bags of grain, including rice and white flour. He swept them all away, and one hundred thousand kilograms would definitely be indispensable!
"This is more than a thousand days of food supplies for the puppet troops for nearly a month. It seems that the Japanese have a big plan to establish this stronghold on the streets! However, now they are all taking advantage of us!"
"Chief of Staff, the important thing is still behind!" the platoon leader said immediately.
"Here are cans. There are at least two hundred boxes. I guess the Japanese are hoarding them according to one month's supply."
"In addition, there are a lot of medicines, bed linens and other supplies. There is also a huge pile!"
"At the end are the weapons and ammunition. The weapons are all new and unopened. They are all packed in boxes with gun oil!"
"All kinds of ammunition are piled up in boxes one by one, which is enough for the puppet army to fight for 20 days without external supplies for 1,500 days!"
Without saying a word, Zeng Quan went up and pried open several boxes.
A strong smell of gun oil hit my face directly. Five careful 38 covers were placed very neatly in the box, with straw underneath.
"This is a rifle, a total of twenty boxes of one hundred rifles!"
"There are crooked objects there. There are five boxes of five guns in total. There is also a heavy machine gun that has been assembled, a mortar, and the rest are all ammunition."
"There are infantry artillery shells, mortar shells, grenades, hand grenades, and all kinds of bullets, including those used by the Japanese and puppet troops!"
"I'm getting rich, I'm really getting rich!" Zeng Quan exclaimed very excitedly.
"Company Commander Zhou, immediately organize manpower to transport supplies. Nothing can be left behind."
"The large cars seized at the stronghold are definitely not enough. Take the silver dollars and go to Shangjie town to buy them. There must be some in the town! Try to transport everything before dawn!"
Looking at these gains, Zhou Zhengyang was happier than anyone else, because the biggest contribution was his own.
Without thinking about it, he promised: "Chief of Staff, don't worry, I'll do it right away!"
Although the Japanese troops in the stronghold on the streets had a radio, they were taken out by the brigade leader to hunt down Yan Song.
Therefore, the main Japs force more than ten kilometers away did not know that the stronghold had been breached by the Eighth Route Army.
Although the Japanese troops in Laiyuan City heard the sound of gunfire, they were being plotted by the Independent Regiment all day today. Without conclusive evidence, Ono did not dare to mobilize troops based only on the sound of gunfire!
