"Brother, how did you know that the Japs would come out from here?" Long Yan glanced at the surroundings under the firelight and was quite surprised.
In this stinking place, no one would wander around here. If Zhang Saner can have such a prediction, he is really talented.
"My father and five cousins helped build the firewood shed and utility room in the backyard of the Zheng family compound, and it took my father and several cousins a full eight months to build those houses!
Before the Zheng family moved, my father and several cousins had been helping him at home." Zhang San'er answered indifferently while holding a three-edged military thorn and wiping the blood on Kikukawa Jiro's still trembling body.
"Then this old guy is really unlucky, haha!" Long Yan couldn't help but laugh.
I'm sorry that others don't know that there is a tunnel in that house, but the tunnel was dug by Zhang San'er's father. If Jiro Kikugawa is not unlucky, who is?
"Brother, if you are guarding here alone, aren't you afraid of a group of Japanese coming out?" A soldier couldn't help but be curious as he looked at the Japanese Army Colonel who was tied into a sieve.
"A group of Japanese?" Zhang Saner's dull face suddenly filled with joy that no one could understand. "They can shoot me, but they will also die. Your people on the city wall over there will shoot to help.
I killed them."
"This" soldier was somewhat unable to understand Zhang Saner's sudden joy.
As a soldier, he could accept his own death in battle, but after all, he still wanted to survive, otherwise why would he fight with the Japanese? How could he be so happy when he heard that he might die because of this?
"Brother, I don't advise you to look away from the past, but our commander said something: those of us who lost our homes need more courage to live than to die! Only by living can we regain what we have lost, and only by living
, so that the Japanese can feel the pain we have experienced, or even worse!" Long Yan sighed slightly, patted Zhang San'er's shoulder and consoled him.
Long Yan also grew up in the flames of war. He gradually transformed from a copycat heir who was proud of Xiaoshanlin just to fill the bellies of the villagers to a Chinese soldier and a qualified middle-level commander. Of course he knew that Zhang Saner had already
He didn't want to live anymore. The only thing that kept him alive was to see the Japanese being killed with his own eyes.
Now that Guangping County was secretly attacked by them, and dozens of Japanese soldiers were shot and killed in front of his eyes, his wish came early. Death was not scary to him at all. To a certain extent, he felt that because he did not
He committed suicide against his parents' wishes and died without any guilt. He could go to another world to find his true love. He was very happy!
"Stay alive and let the Japanese experience my pain, or even more pain." Zhang Saner's dull eyes gradually began to light up.
It seems that on this night, he once again found the meaning of life.
Needless to say, this night of blood and fire had an earth-shaking effect on the life of a young man from southern Hebei Province. For the Four Troops who killed hundreds of Japanese soldiers just as appetizers, it did not have a very impressive record.
But for the 10th Division and even the entire Japanese North China Front, it was like a bolt from the blue!
Especially the unlucky boy Duo Tianjun, who had just taken up his post as a new officer, when he received a message from the 10th Division Regiment Headquarters that the 63rd Infantry Regiment Headquarters in Guangping County had been attacked, he walked barefoot on his own
He paced back and forth anxiously in his exclusive reception room until dawn.
As a commander of a front army and an infantry regiment, an army commander like Jiro Kikukawa usually seems to have a task, but for the commander of the front army, he is just like a passerby, and he does not care too much whether he is alive or dead.
superior.
Even if the entire 3,800-man 63rd Infantry Regiment was wiped out, it would not cause Duo Tianjun to be so anxious.
For the Japanese Army, what matters is not people, but things!
Every infantry regiment has a regiment flag, and it is a regiment flag personally awarded by His Majesty the Emperor. The honor it represents is above all else.
As long as the alliance flag is maintained, it doesn't matter whether Jiro Kikukawa lives or dies.
From Duo Tianjun to the commander of the 10th Division, Yoshio Shinozuka, they all waited anxiously that night for the news from Kuroda Saburo, who was leading the main force back to Guangping County.
Unfortunately, after dawn, Saburo Kuroda sent back the news that the regiment flag was lost, which made the two Japanese army lieutenant generals angry and desperate.
Jiro Kikukawa, who was determined to save his life, was not stupid. After discovering that his escort squad could no longer withstand the attacks of the Chinese elite, he asked his personal communications troops to notify the squadron commander who was directing the battle to burn the regiment flag.
, it doesn’t matter whether it is burned or not, what is important is that it must be burned and not let it fall into the hands of the Chinese.
But what Jiro Kikukawa didn't know was that he had a bad life as a signal soldier, not long after the military order was issued. He looked like an officer or sergeant with some weight, so he was killed by an artilleryman.
Watch the hand and keep an eye on it.
As soon as he ran into the yard where the guard squadron leader was, and before he could report the military order from Colonel Kikukawa, three rapidly fired artillery shells came over, blowing the unlucky boy and several Japanese officers in the yard into bloody gourds.
Without the military order from His Excellency the regimental commander, and the squadron leader of the escort also died, who among the remaining regimental flag guards would dare to lightly burn the regiment flag?
Therefore, until Long Yan led his troops to attack the last compound occupied by the Japanese army, the flags of the 63rd Infantry Regiment were still neatly stacked and carried on the back of a Japanese Army Commander, Cao, and the flagpole and golden flag crown were also intact.
Put it in your backpack.
A rather dramatic episode occurred during this period!
When the soldiers searching for the trophies showed the "Rising Sun Flag" stained with the blood of the Japanese army and somewhat tattered to Long Yan, a country bumpkin from the mountains, Long Yan even scolded his own youth: "Are the Japanese so poor?
Liang still carried a tattered flag on his back like a treasure and burned it to shine a light on the brothers!"
"But look, platoon leader, even though the flag is a bit shabby, it's shiny and golden, and it should be worth some money! If you say no, I'll take it back and pawn it to buy candies for my nephew." The young soldier liked it.
The owner of my second village seems to be ignorant.
Anyway, I'm reporting it to you. It's not a hidden trophy. Regardless of whether it's gold or not, it looks pretty smooth.
Eighty percent of the officers and soldiers of the mountain infantry company are from Yeyue Village. Searching for trophies has always been done by scratching the ground. Incidents of hiding trophies are also common. Long Yan scolded and beat him, but it didn't have much effect.
The company commander Gu Xishui didn't dare to be too eager for success, so he could only figure it out slowly.
Obviously, this did not lose a bad flag, but directly improved the golden flag crown. This is all the result of progress.
"Go, go, go! You know your nephew very well. Let me tell you, old man, if the price exceeds 2 yuan, you have to hand over a piece to the platoon. Otherwise, don't blame me for not respecting brotherhood." Long Yan also likes his subordinate.
Shamelessly, the rope still needs to be tightened, not too loose.
The soldiers of the mountain infantry platoon, who thought they were getting a bargain, were very obedient. They hung the tattered "rising sun flag" under the corner of the wall and prepared to light it to illuminate their comrades who were still searching around. A veteran who happened to be passing by happened to see this scene.
Rubbing his eyes hard, he finally determined that the pattern on the flag that was going to be used as a lantern was the 'rising sun flag', and decisively shouted: "Old bird, stop!"
"What are you doing?" The soldier nicknamed Lao Yu looked wary and instinctively stuffed the golden flag crown into his pocket.
Although the more than 30 veterans who were transferred from various infantry battalions get along well with the new recruits who were born in the village, it is really annoying to constantly use military discipline and military regulations to say that this cannot be done and that cannot be done.
The veteran squad leader knew that he had hidden a shiny golden thing, so he had to keep nagging about military regulations for a long time.
It was this instinct that made the torch a little farther away from the hanging 'rising sun flag', and the veteran's wildly beating heart finally became a little calmer.
Taking several long strides in succession, the speed was comparable to a charge. The veteran who rushed under the flag snatched the torch from Lao Yu's hand, held the torch a little further, and looked at the tattered Japanese flag carefully for a long time by the light of the fire. The corner of his mouth twitched.
But I want to curl up, as if I have a serious illness, the expression on my face is simply wonderful.
Damn it! Did the squad leader get hit in the brain during the battle? He is obviously not a normal person!
"Squad leader, are you okay?" Lao Yu carefully tugged at his squad leader.
"Haha! Of course I'm fine now. If you idiot burns this flag, I'm afraid you and I, together with the platoon leader, will be in big trouble." The veteran laughed, the muscles on his face twitching causing abnormal ferociousness.
But it was diluted a lot by the smile.
"It's just a broken flag, what's the point?" Lao Yu was stunned.
This military flag has at least five holes. If it is given to a beggar, the beggar may think that this thing is not warm.
"Broken flag?" The veteran's eyes widened like bells and he continued to laugh.
"Then I'll teach you a lesson. Let me ask you, do the Japanese have military flags in every squadron and brigade?"
"Um!"
"Then tell me, what does their military flag look like?"
"There is a red sun on a white background. It has no aesthetics at all. It's as ugly as a red poop on it."
"Then let me ask you again, have you seen the Japanese infantry regiment flag?"
"No, our company has never fought with an infantry regiment. We won't do 300 versus 3000." Lao Yu shook his head honestly.
"Idiot, you have never fought against a regiment. Why are you fighting against a regiment?" The veteran rolled his eyes and almost rolled his eyes to the sky.
This group of recruits from Yeyue Village who have just joined the Four Elements Regiment are hard-working and have strong learning ability. They are all good candidates for the army, but they have that rustic aura that never fades away.
He can guarantee that if this guy is searched, he will be able to find pens and other personal gadgets of the Japanese army.
That look of someone who had never seen the world was, really, as if it was engraved in their bones. One of them couldn't even write his own name, so he just asked someone for a hidden pen.
"Oh! Squad leader, you said this is their regiment flag! Tsk tsk, this stupid infantry regiment is really miserable. The flag is so broken that I can't bear to change it." Lao Yu suddenly realized.
"Hehe! If you don't want to change it, it's not because they don't have money, but because the infantry regiments of the little devils are proud that the regiment flag is broken enough. Only in that way can they show their bravery." The veteran laughed happily.
"What would you think if I told you that China and Japan have been at war for almost two years and have killed at least hundreds of thousands of little Japs, but have never captured a Japanese infantry regiment flag?
"
"That means our mountain infantry company is the first in China to capture the flag of the Japanese infantry regiment!" Lao Yu instinctively replied.
The veteran didn't say anything, and continued to stare at his subordinate, a country man who had never seen much of the world, with a smile.
"Wait a minute, we are the first in China? The first unit to capture the Japanese regiment's flag?" Lao Yu suddenly reacted.
"Isn't that right?"
"Squad leader, please put the torch farther away, I'm a little panicked!"
"Why are you panicking? The worst thing is that it will burn. Our first mountain infantry company doesn't need the ball."
"Then does this thing come with this one?" The old man reluctantly took out the golden flag crown hidden in his pocket and the flagpole thrown aside.
"That's not nonsense! Without these two things, the value of this flag would be reduced by half!"
"Young village leader, come quickly! We've sent it!" Lao Yu, who had handed over his private belongings, suddenly shouted like a maniac. In his excitement, he didn't even call the platoon leader, but called Long Yan in the Yeyue.
The name of the village.
"What? We are the only ones in China who have the flag of the Japanese Infantry Regiment?" Long Yan, who was still commanding people to rummage through boxes and cabinets looking for valuable supplies in the Japanese Army Regiment Headquarters, stayed on the spot. It was really very strange.
cute.
All the veterans in the platoon here were summoned to identify this tattered military flag, but no one can be 100% sure that this thing is the flag of the 63rd Infantry Regiment.
In the end, an injured Japanese infantryman got excited when he saw this military flag and tried to grab it despite the gun behind him. Long Yan was convinced that this thing was the legendary "Japanese Emperor's Imperial Infantry Union".
team flag'.
Of course, this last remaining Japanese prisoner in the battle of the 63rd Infantry Regiment lost the chance to continue breathing because of his madness and irrationality.
The Four Lines Group's principle for prisoners has always been: If you want to live, you have to kneel for me. If you want to stand up, hell is very empty, enough for you to toss!
"Call the commander of the regiment and tell him that my reconnaissance platoon, mountain infantry platoon, and guard platoon attacked Guangping County at night and killed one Japanese colonel. The rest of the personnel were ignored. One of the Japanese colonel's sabers and another belt were seized.
A piece of tattered rag from the round-headed flagpole!" Long Yan ordered with a big grin.
"Platoon commander, isn't it a good idea to say this? Would the regiment commander?"
The veteran squad leader actually wanted to say, will the regimental commander hit you, but seeing the high-spirited look on the platoon leader's face, he didn't say it after all.
"Haha! The regimental commander wants to beat him up, and it's my sixth brother who's going to beat him up! I've always disliked him during this time, and my sister scolded me when she saw me, saying that I didn't look like a platoon leader, so he must be the sixth brother every day.
Damn it." Long Yan's grin became even wider.
Damn it! Only then did the veteran squad leader remember that this time the three platoons set out to perform the mission, Shen Laoliu was the first commander, Long Yan and Qin Wulang were both deputies, and the ranking of Long Yan's power generation also put reconnaissance at the front.
But, is it really okay for you to trick your brother-in-law like this? The veteran squad leader really wants to ask.
Anyway, if he had such a brother-in-law, he would definitely beat his son every day.
When Shen Laoliu received the news that the Japanese army flag had been captured, he looked up to the sky and laughed, excited that this military achievement was so great.
As a result, the telegram from the cheating brother-in-law almost made Shen Laoliu spit out his blood.
What kind of confidant is there? It’s obviously a serious problem!
When my brother-in-law and brother-in-law met outside the city, they almost cut off their robes on the spot!
It had to be Tang Tuanzuo, who made the call back very clear: "Long Yan, you bastard, leave the rag to me for safekeeping. Your fighting skills are very poor. I will personally be your instructor for half a month!"
The chief must be aware of everything! Shen Laoliu laughed so hard that he almost burst into tears.
...........
Saburo Kuroda cried after spending nearly three hours running all the way back.
However, I am not crying because the commander of the coalition is crying, nor is it because the coalition flag has been 'stolen' by the Chinese.
Rather, the Chinese are simply incredibly bold.
Unexpectedly, they ambush him less than 2 kilometers away from Guangping County.
The Type 94 tank at the head was overturned by the air wave and turned into a cripple due to the detonation of a roadside bomb. It was a trivial matter for the iron bastard, but the overwhelming firepower from the woods on both sides of the road killed the most important person under his command.
Three elite infantry squadrons shot dozens of people on the spot.
The surrounding area of Guangping County is a vast plain area. The Chinese ambush him here is simply asking for death. The furious Major Saburo Kuroda immediately ordered his Japanese troops to form squadrons, and one person stayed behind to shoot at the Chinese in the woods.
, the other two squadrons began to outflank the enemy in a roundabout way.
As a result, in the early morning light, the two infantry squadrons that roundabout successfully stepped on the steel ball infantry mines that the Chinese did not know where they got them.
One mine can kill and wound up to two infantry squads!
As for such mines, his two elite infantry squadrons, eager for revenge, stepped on five of them.
More than 130 people were killed or injured.
Be honest, be honest, this light level is not suitable for fighting against the cunning Chinese. The Japanese army's heart for revenge is dripping with blood, like a little brother at minus 30 degrees, withered.
When the sun finally rose and the Japanese army boldly advanced, the Chinese in the woods had long since disappeared.
The tearless Major Saburo Kuroda was left in a mess in the morning wind!
After entering the city, 36 members of the 63rd Infantry Regiment, including the headless corpse of Colonel Kikukawa Jiro, were neatly arranged in the garden of the mansion.
Yes, because they are all dead, they can only be described with the word "put out".
"A family must be neat and tidy!" This is how Long Yan explained to his subordinates who were struggling to arrange the corpses.
