These three days, for the commander of the Eighth Division, Nishi Yoshiichi, were three days of constantly judging the situation and making contingencies, and the final choice he made was to ignore the "little flies" in the mountains and concentrate on attacking the main pass of Xifengkou, while waiting for the arrival of backups.

Yes, in view of the heavy damage suffered by the 4th Infantry Brigade under the command of the 8th Division, the commander of the Kwantung Army decided to send the 14th Infantry Brigade stationed in Shenyang to Xifengkou to support.

In fact, the 14th Infantry Brigade was used to replace the 4th Infantry Brigade as the main force attacking the position at the Luowenyu Pass, and the reason why the 4th Infantry Brigade, which has now suffered heavy losses, is still staying in the field position more than ten miles away from the Luowenyu Pass, is just gritting its teeth and not losing face to the Kwantung Army of the Japanese Empire.

Even if the Chinese newspapers have already broken out at this time with photos of the captured Japanese general's command knife and the destroyed tank, not to mention the face, the inside is about to be lost.

For the Japanese command at all levels, these were a few days of strategizing and dispatching troops, but for the remnants of the Fourth Infantry Brigade and the defeated generals of the Fourth Infantry Brigade, which had become a shame and lost the attention of the Kwantung Army, it was an extremely difficult few days.

The reason is very simple, there has been no fighting in the past few days, and the ammunition reserves can still be supported, but people are not guns, guns can not eat bullets, but people have to eat, don't they? Three days ago, I was looking forward to the baggage team coming to deliver food, but three days passed, and the division and regiment headquarters, which finally figured out what was going on, decided to send the baggage team again.

Even if those ordinary soldiers can drink boiled water, for the 4th Infantry Brigade, who are usually pampered, it is already extremely difficult for them to endure the meat that they have not seen for a few days.

Although the division headquarters strictly ordered the entire 4th Infantry Brigade to not go out of the position, and to wait for reinforcements so as not to be taken advantage of by the Chinese army, the two Japanese soldiers who had been sitting in the headquarters with wide eyes and staring at each other for several days were finally a little unable to stand up.

There is no heavy supply, and if you want to eat meat, the only way is to grab it.

Rob the Chinese.

The closest to them are only the Chinese on the position at the Luowenyu Pass, and they can think of it in the back seat, and everyone still wants to see the opportunity to rob them! Then you can only rob the Chinese people.

Limited to the military order, if you can't send a large army out of the position, then send an elite team, not much, just enough for a group of bigwigs to eat and drink well. This method of "raising military rations" is not strange to all the Japanese troops at all, and the newly fought Rehe Province has not been robbed by them.

That is, there are fewer Chinese in the Great Wall Mountains, and there were originally a few Chinese villages in the ten miles near Luowenyu, but the battle that besieged nearly a thousand Chinese that day was a dozen and was bombed by heavy artillery and aircraft, and those who did not run were fools, and several villages had long run so that they could not even see a chicken feather.

Then you can only look for a target further away.

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A mountain range thirty miles away from the Luowenyu Pass.

Looking at the smoke rising from the village in the distance, Second Lieutenant Kaji Nakagawa, who had been searching for more than three hours since 5 a.m., smiled happily, not least because he had finally found his target.

There is an uncle of Dazuo, who can allow him to serve as a liaison officer in the wing headquarters to avoid the danger of a big war, and he can also become a powerful second lieutenant with fifty subordinates, not to mention, and get the errand of "raising military rations" out of the position.

For all Japanese officers, going to Chinese villages to "raise military rations" is definitely a beautiful thing. Being able to make a meal of snatched chickens and pigs on the spot is just a small benefit, and the most exciting thing is naturally the "flower girl" of the Chinese.

Watching the weak Chinese only kneel down and cry humbly under the gun but dare not resist, watching the beautiful Chinese woman with tears on her face under the blade but can only take off her clothes in humiliation, the condescending pleasure is simply much stronger than going to those military prostitutes who only know how to meet and welcome.

Second Lieutenant Kaji Nakagawa, who was originally a wing liaison officer, did not need to serve as a squad leader in the combat unit, because he had an uncle who was a wing commander, and he could be promoted to lieutenant after staying in the headquarters for a year, and then he would be at least a squadron leader if he went to the combat unit.

Thinking that the war was over, Second Lieutenant Nakagawa, who had dreamed of showing his skills on the front line, couldn't bear the loneliness, and in the end, his uncle who loved him finally sent him to the infantry squadron directly under the wing headquarters and served as the infantry squad leader, which can be regarded as fulfilling his heroic dream of wanting to go to the battlefield.

Then, the beauty of "raising military rations" fell on his head, and his infantry squadron leader and boss still knew how to see it very well.

Standing on the hillside, Kaji Nakagawa, who ordered the soldiers to hide in their figures, quietly stared at the small mountain village in front of him.

Undoubtedly, this is a beautiful mountain village, as if it had not been disturbed by the war, with more than 30 houses unique to northern China hidden among the greenery, high chimneys smoking, and villagers carrying hoes or firewood knives along the paths towards the village.

Serenity, yet serenity.

Until, a villager suddenly looked up and saw Kaji Nakagawa standing proudly on the hillside with the handle of the command knife in his hand.

At a distance of 100 meters, although Kaji Nakagawa couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, judging from the appearance of the Chinese villagers who stayed for a few seconds and staggered away with a loud shout, they were obviously extremely shocked by their appearance.

Obviously, this is an unguarded, and even less dangerous Chinese mountain village.

With a hideous smile on his face, Second Lieutenant Nakagawa pulled out his cold and shining command knife with great momentum and pointed in the direction of the village: "Enter the village, Chinese, you can't let one go, especially women." ”

Hearing the commander say this, a trace of indescribable smirk appeared on the faces of all the Japanese soldiers, and under the leadership of the leaders of each detachment, they divided into several groups and surrounded the village 300 meters away.

The well-trained Japanese were obviously much quicker than the villagers who were too slow and too slow to warn, especially since they were carrying some baggage. Soon, they blocked hundreds of villagers who wanted to flee from the village back to the village.

There is a small drying field in the center of the village, which is supposed to be a place used by the villagers to dry grain.

Now, it has become a position for Second Lieutenant Kaji Nakagawa to show the might of the Imperial Japanese Army.

With the command knife in his hand and his feet spread apart, Second Lieutenant Kaji Nakagawa, who was standing in the center of the drying field, watched with some enjoyment as the soldiers under his command drove a group of Chinese in shabby clothes into the drying field with the butts of their guns.

Now, he is the god of those ignorant and backward Chinese.

"According to the order of the commander of the 17th Wing of the Kwantung Army of the Imperial Japanese Army, our army will raise military rations on the spot, which is now in the area occupied by our Kwantung Army, and everyone is obliged to hand over military rations, yours, understand?" Kaji Nakagawa pretended to announce the purpose of his visit.

As a high-achieving student who graduated from the Japanese Army University, he is proficient in Chinese, which is also one of the most important reasons why Second Lieutenant Nakagawa can get the beauty of "raising military rations".

The already restless crowd was in a panic until Second Lieutenant Nakagawa's face showed extreme impatience, and the Japanese soldiers around him knew what they were doing, and they all raised their guns and pointed their guns at the restless crowd.

The crowd fell silent for a moment, and an old man with pale hair walked out tremblingly: "Sir, but now is the season when the wheat is not ripe and the summer grain is not sown, we have many mountains and little land here, and it is difficult to feed ourselves, how can there be surplus grain to supply military rations?" ”

"Really?" Kaji Nakagawa had a sinister smile on his face.

With a "swish", he pulled out his command knife and pointed at the white-haired old man's forehead, "If you can't even support yourself, then I'll help you relieve this pain." ”

The tip of the knife was very sharp, and just by touching it, it pierced the old man's wrinkled forehead, and blood flowed out, instantly filling his cheeks and dripping to the ground.

"We'll hand it over, we'll hand it over, sir, we'll hand it over." A strong man in his thirties and forties stumbled out of the crowd, helped the old man, and shouted at Kaji Nakagawa in panic.

"Yo Xi, it seems that there are still smart people." Kaji Nakagawa nodded in satisfaction.

As the predecessors said, this is the Chinese, give them a little tough, and they obey.

The villagers had already yielded, leaving the elderly, women and children still in the drying field, while the young and strong were escorted by the Japanese army to get their last rations.

In total, more than thirty bags of corn and flour were placed in front of Kaji Nakagawa, and the seventeen or eighteen clucking hens who were tied to the barrels of Japanese pikes seemed to laugh at Kaji Nakagawa for really thinking too much.

Without pigs, it is estimated that the seventeen or eighteen chickens can be fed, which is already the limit of this small mountain village with only about 30 households, and it is estimated that the chickens can go to the hillside to forage for food by themselves.

Kaji Nakagawa's brow furrowed tightly.

Just these little things are not enough for his team of fifty people to consume today, let alone send food to the bigwigs in the brigade headquarters and the wing headquarters.

What a poor and cunning Chinese.

"Yours, do you know the consequences of deceiving the Imperial Army of Japan?" Kaji Nakagawa's gaze suddenly darkened.

"Sir, we really don't have any more!" The crowd wailed.

"It seems that, in your Chinese words, you don't shed tears if you don't see the coffin!" Kaji Nakagawa paced back and forth in front of the crowd, his eyes constantly roaming the crowd.

The little eyes that flashed with a fierce light suddenly lit up, and he raised his command knife and pointed at the crowd, "You, take me to search again." ”

The crowd, which had been silent, suddenly became agitated.