It's not that he hasn't seen life and death, but Mingyu, who was still vomited by Liu Lang with a cool and painful nightmare, quickly recovered.

She didn't want to see herself despised by the "rude" fat captain, just as he had rudely told him to fuck off.

The hapless Lieutenant Kojima died, and although his eyes, which had been completely "broken" and were more than two meters away, were still full of unwillingness and resentment, he could only take his unwillingness and resentment to Amaterasu's place for tea.

And Liu Lang didn't have time to laugh at Ming Yu, so he gave an order to the young soldier who spit out a few mouthfuls of sour water:

"Go, pack up the loot."

The young soldier reacted quickly, put his rifle behind his back, stepped forward to pick up the bright katana, and then, enduring the rich smell of the corpse's internal organs, tore off the shoulder of his body, which had been "evenly" divided into two parts, and put it in his pocket.

The katana is a good trophy, but the Japanese lieutenant's epaulettes are even more of a good thing, and you don't need to carry the head of a Japanese officer to prove that the fat chief killed a Japanese lieutenant.

Liu Lang turned to the remaining ten soldiers of the 29th Army and asked, "Among you, who has the highest military rank?" ”

A soldier in his early thirties immediately stepped forward, saluted Liu Lang upright, and replied in a deep voice:

"Sir, Liu Jinzuo, the sergeant squad leader of the communication platoon of the 109th Regiment of the 218th Brigade, report to you!"

Liu Lang had actually noticed this middle-aged sergeant a long time ago. They were all captives, but among the eleven people, there was only this middle-aged man, who did not have any fear on his face, and there was not the slightest panic in his eyes.

It's not that he is sure to turn the situation around, but that there seems to be a deep despair in his heart.

For death, not only is he not afraid, but on the contrary, he has a bit of yearning。。。。。。

Liu Lang nodded lightly, did not return the military salute, and said in a calm voice: "Liu Lang, the captain and staff officer of the regimental headquarters of the 109th Brigade and the 217th Regiment." ”

After a pause, he continued, "Now, I'm going back to the main battlefield, do you have any other tasks?" If there is, continue to carry out your mission, if not, then now you are Lao Tzu's soldiers, follow me to the main battlefield to kill the enemy! ”

Liu Jinzuo hesitated slightly, took a few steps forward to Liu Lang and whispered: "Sir, we were ordered to send that radio station to the temporary headquarters on the front; Unexpectedly, I encountered an ambush by devils on the way, and more than 20 brothers died, not to mention, the radio station was also snatched away by devils. ”

Liu Lang nodded lightly: "Are you in charge of this mission?" ”

Hearing Liu Lang ask, a trace of embarrassment flashed on Liu Jinzuo's face, he rubbed his hands, and his voice was a little quieter: "Report to the chief, it's not me, it's Second Lieutenant Mo, the regiment's communications staff officer." ”

Liu Lang frowned slightly:

"What about people? He's dead? ”

The embarrassment on Liu Jinzuo's face was even greater:

"There should be no ......"

"Huh?" Liu Lang's eyes were full of puzzlement.

In his opinion, this Liu Jinzuo does not seem to be bad in terms of both his mind and combat effectiveness, and being a soldier in the communications platoon is actually a bit overkill.

But how did you say these few sentences upside down?

"What the hell is going on?!" Liu Lang was obviously a little impatient.

Liu Jinzuo quietly wiped the sweat from the corner of his forehead, and replied astringently:

"Sir, when he was attacked by these devils just now, in order to save him, I made him lie down among the bodies of the brothers and pretend to be dead, and he is probably still there."

Liu Lang's brows furrowed fiercely.

A second lieutenant, who is considered the highest commander of this communications platoon, did not die in battle or was captured, but even lay in hiding among his own dead soldiers. What kind of soldier is this?!

Not to mention that it is left here, even if it is put on any battlefield, it is enough to enforce battlefield discipline.

However, he immediately suppressed the anger that had just emerged.

I almost forgot that the 29th Army, where he is now, was pieced together by the remnants of the Northwest Army, the entire miscellaneous army.

A non-combat communications staff officer at the rank of second lieutenant may indeed have a limited will to fight.

Of course, the most important thing is that in this era, those who can play radio should be regarded as technical talents, and this sergeant squad leader probably doesn't want him to die in vain.

But...... Why do you pretend to be dead on the battlefield? What are the chances of surviving?

These are all plots that only appear in the plots of those divine dramas, right? You know, the Japanese don't have Sho in their heads!

And don't look at their height genes, but this IQ is not low at all.

On the battlefield, as long as they win, the Japanese army will clean up the battlefield.

And the most important thing in cleaning up the battlefield is not to collect loot, but to mend the wounded Chinese soldiers who are not dead!

If you lie on the battlefield and pretend to be dead, you might as well work hard, maybe you can pull a cushion!

Seeing Liu Lang frowning, Liu Jinzuo, who knew that Liu Lang was angry, added in a low voice:

"Sir, don't be angry, Second Lieutenant Mo。。。。。。 has just joined the army, is a scholar, speaks in a crepe, and I heard that he has stayed abroad; Before leaving, the head of the regiment told me that even if we all die, we must keep him. At that time, I really didn't have any other way, and I seemed to be in a hurry to see the devil, so I took a risk。。。。。。 ”

Liu Lang waved his hand to interrupt Liu Jinzuo's words, and said in a deep voice: "Hurry up, clean up the battlefield, find the radio station, and let's go find someone." ”

Cleaning the battlefield is very simple, carrying the Japanese army's seven-shot rifles, and putting away all the bullet boxes. The Japanese side is indeed very proud, each soldier is equipped with hundreds of rounds of ammunition as standard, which is better than the 29th Army's 30 rounds of ammunition alone.

Liu Lang didn't like it at all, and found a pair of the largest Japanese military boots to wear, in Liu Lang's opinion, that thing was much stronger than the cotton shoes equipped by the 29th Army.

Keeping warm is secondary, the key is that cowhide boots are very hard, don't kick people too cool.

Seeing Liu Lang like this, several Chinese soldiers also did the same, and they took off the Japanese army's military boots and put them on their feet.

It's just that no one wears Taro Kojima's officer boots, not that there is too much blood that makes people disgusting, but that this thing is short and has small feet, and even the feet of the young soldier are bigger than him, so he really can't wear them.

Ten minutes later, under the leadership of Liu Jinzuo, Liu Lang came to the place where Taro Kojima had just fought with Liu Jinzuo and his party.

There were more than a dozen corpses lying on the ground, most of them from the soldiers of the 29th Army.

Liu Jinzuo immediately stepped forward, carefully removed the three bodies that overlapped each other with several soldiers, dragged a "corpse" from the ground, and said to Liu Lang with a sneer:

"Sir, I was worried that he would be seen by the devil because he was afraid of trembling, so I knocked him out with my fist, maybe it was a bit heavy......"

Liu Lang took two steps forward, looked at the man who was still in a coma and wore the rank of second lieutenant, picked up the freshly captured Japanese water bottle, and poured it on it simply and rudely.

Mingyu wanted to speak, but seeing that Liu Lang had already poured the water on the second lieutenant's head like this, he could only pout and stop his desire to persuade him to use the idea of pinching people.

This thing is a rough man.

"Shhh。。。。。。h Belch! It's cold! ”

Within two seconds, the man woke up, opened his eyes and looked around in confusion.

While Liu Jinzuo grinned beside him, he couldn't help but feel a little sympathetic for the little white-faced lieutenant.

It was indeed a bit heavy when he knocked him out, but the way this fat chief woke people up, really, no more brutal, only more brutal!

The weather is close to zero degrees, pouring ice water on people's heads, no wonder this person shouts cold!

After seeing the people and environment around him clearly, the second lieutenant immediately struggled to stand up, and asked Liu Jinzuo with his eyes wide open:

"Squad Leader Liu, where is the Japanese criminal? But you've already killed them all? ”

Immediately, as if he had just remembered something, he asked:

"What did I just do? Seem...... Someone gave me a hard blow。。。。。。 ”

"Alright, alright, those devils have been killed." Liu Lang interrupted the second lieutenant's words a little rudely, and asked in a deep voice:

"Ensign, what's your name? What position? ”

Hearing Liu Lang's words, the second lieutenant turned his eyes up and down on him for a large time, and after seeing his rank of captain, he immediately stood up straight, saluted him with a non-standard military salute and said:

"This chief, my name is Mo Xuanqing, the word Zhongjie, a native of Beiping, graduated from the School of Mechanical Engineering of RWTH Aachen University in Germany; He joined the army half a month ago and now serves as a communications staff officer of the 218th Regiment。。。。。 ”

RWTH Aachen University, Faculty of Mechanical Engineering。。。。。。

High-achieving students!

Liu Lang couldn't help but glance at this hot-blooded little white 。。。。。。