"Captain Inoue, why don't we take a rest here first?" A Japanese soldier with his splayed legs almost half-way came over, holding a match diligently and trying to light a fire for Inoue Mitsuo, and suggested with a sly look: "Not only can
Make some money, maybe even have a flower girl?"
"Baga! Bastard, are you still thinking about flower girls before the war is over?" The depressed Inoue Mitsuo finally found a channel to vent his anger, and slapped the obscene-looking subordinate with a big mouth.
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What kind of flower girl are you talking about to him at this moment, this idiot? Don’t you know that all the Chinese civilians are hiding in the concessions of the Golden Retrievers?
Now in these ruins, apart from the dead bodies that have been swollen by the rain and can make people sick even from a distance, there are only wild dogs that feed on the carrion.
There are some things that you just don’t think about. Once you are reminded, the adult male’s desire, which has been silent for more than two months, will look up crazily, but you can only think about it but can’t do it. No wonder Inoue Mitsuo almost didn’t mention it with his big mouth.
The guy who flatters and slaps the horse's legs will make you doubt your life.
There were still sporadic gunshots in the distance, and Inoue Mitsuo knew that it was the small team sent by his own side exchanging fire with the Chinese soldiers who were alone in the ruins. Although it was already night, under the still bright moonlight and flares,
Under the light, the remaining gray rats will be unable to hide, and the powerful Imperial Army will undoubtedly win the final victory.
After searching all the way, nothing unusual was found. Perhaps the Chinese straggler who made the gunshot had been killed by our own search team. Inoue Mitsuo felt slightly relieved, at least he didn't have to worry about being shot in the dark all the time.
Although the Chinese were weak, their performance in this battle was beyond the imagination of the Japanese army. They were so strong that they were almost stubborn. The battle loss ratio of nearly 15% made the Japanese commanders, large and small, look extremely expressionless.
Bitter.
At this moment, there was a sudden noise about thirty meters away.
The Japanese soldiers became nervous and rolled over to the temporary bunkers they had already found, aiming their guns into the distance. The light of three flashlights immediately swept over them.
In the bright beam of light, a dirty, almost indistinguishable wild dog jumped out of the ruins more than 20 meters away with its tail between its legs.
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The shocked Japanese soldiers breathed a sigh of relief involuntarily.
A Japanese soldier fired without hesitation. The Japanese veteran's precise shooting skills, which could hit a human body 200 meters away, hit the hind legs of a wild dog with great accuracy, even in such a dim environment.
"Stay!" The wild dog let out a miserable but not sharp howl, and struggled to crawl into the ruins.
"Asshole, who asked you to shoot?" Inoue Mitsuo shouted in a deep voice.
"Captain Inoue, the military rations provided by those idiots in the baggage train are completely fed to pigs. Do you think you can..." The veteran who fired the gun licked his lips and gave advice to his sergeant.
Looking at the subordinates around him who started to lick their lips involuntarily, and thinking about the delicious dog meat glistening on the fire, Inoue Mitsuo felt that his saliva secretion was also accelerating.
Indeed, it has been two months since we entered the battlefield. Although there are occasionally canned beef supplies, most of them are dry and cold rice balls that are unpalatable, and the food has long since faded away.
Not only that, what is even more unbearable is the weather.
Damn the Chinese, and the damn rainy days in Songhu, China. Not only was there light rain in the sky, but the trenches were also full of mud, and almost none of them had been dry. It almost made Inoue Mitsuo feel like a moldy salted fish.
, smelly and rotten. If it continues like this, even if he is not killed by Chinese guns, he will be disgusted to death by himself.
At such a time, if a bonfire is lit and plump dog meat is grilled on the bonfire, it is simply a beautiful thing in life.
"Baga! It is our mission to open up and expand the territory of the Japanese Empire. How can we criticize friendly forces for this? Don't let me hear such complaints again in the future." Inoue Mitsuo's face was straight, and he criticized his subordinates quite righteously.
"Takeda-kun, take three people to search there. If you encounter any loot, you can bring it back. The rest of you will rest where you are and recharge your batteries before executing the squadron leader's order."
"Hi!" The splay-legged man who was called Takeda stood at attention and lowered his head, but the grievance on his face was a little less.
The splayed leg with a red and swollen face knew that Sergeant Inoue had agreed to his suggestion and what he just said was just for show.
至于说刚才挨的打嘛!打是亲骂是爱不是?可不是谁都能被曹长揍上一揍的.
Perhaps the Ah Q spirit is not unique to China at this time.
Seeing the four Japanese soldiers under his command holding guns and searching the ruins where the injured wild dogs had crawled into, Inoue Mitsuo breathed a sigh of relief: Finally, he could rest for a while and wait for the delicious dog meat.
He kicked open the dilapidated wooden door of this two-story building that was luckily not damaged in the bombardment. He shone a flashlight inside for a while to make sure there was no one inside. Then he sat down and relaxed his body.
All resting against the relatively dry wall.
Four of the remaining ten Japanese soldiers walked into the small building. They were the two grenade launchers of the squad, the light machine gun shooter and the deputy shooter. Not only did they have higher military ranks, but also because they were the heavy firepower of the squad.
Ensure that wherever they are, they must be under the protection of infantry, even when resting.
The other six people were in groups of two, five or six meters apart, huddled under the eaves around the small building, hugging their own 38-year-olds.
Just from the distribution of the resting strength of this small group of Japanese troops, we can see that the Japanese Army, which is known as the number one in Asia, is really not free.
Even if it is not in a combat state, it still maintains sufficient vigilance. If any point is attacked, it will be hit from several directions.
Even if a force two or three times larger than theirs besieges it, the grenade launchers and light machine guns located inside the house can provide enough firepower to fight back, enough to sustain the arrival of reinforcements.
This is also the reason why the Japanese commander dared to send small teams into the ruins at night to clear out Chinese stragglers. It was due to self-confidence and strength.
A few dozen meters away from the small building where the Japanese soldiers were resting, two pairs of eyes were watching all this with great horror.
Veterans Youzi and Yang Xiaoshan arrived here with Tang Dao twenty minutes ago. They can understand that Tang Dao chose this area as the battlefield for the cold war.
After all, there is a Suzhou River across from the brightly lit concession. The moonlight and the residual light of the lights on the other side of the river are enough to ensure a line of sight within thirty meters. With his astonishing shooting skills, he can score a few hits on the Japanese army from a long distance.
It shouldn't be difficult to kill two or three Japs with a cold gun.
However, what shocked them was, how could Tang Dao be so sure that the Japanese search team would rest in that small building?
Tang Dao entered the small building that was lucky enough to survive and only came out a few minutes later. The two elite guardsmen would not think that Tang Dao came in specially for a visit.
Otherwise, why would the two grenades originally stuck in his waist disappear? Have they been placed in the small building as a souvenir?
