Yoshida looked through the binoculars at the Japanese prisoners in the hands of the Shina people, his face was very gloomy, and the telegram from the War Department mentioned that a soldier was missing at the scene in the Winged Valley.

Faced with the challenge of the Shina people, Yoshida sneered contemptuously, so he would not send troops to fight. Do the people of China still think that this is the old era of cold weapons, and the two sides sent generals to fight alone in front of the battle.

Yoshida is very patient to be able to completely annihilate the Chinese army in front of him without injuring a single soldier, so that he will not compete with the people of China for a while.

Yoshida again ordered everyone not to act rashly, which was a bluff that the Shina people always liked to do, and to wait until they were fully inside the stockade before catching them in the urn. It was already the darkest time before dawn in the east, and it would be dawn in a quarter of an hour at most, when the people of China would not be able to walk if they wanted to.

Lieutenant Yoshida told the herald to go and order the sniper, and now immediately shoot the officer of the Shina army, and the soldier who insulted the prestige of the Imperial Japanese soldiers was also killed.

Yoshida believes that this officer must not stay, otherwise there will be endless troubles. So the sniper was ordered to shoot him immediately.

In the large room under Yoshida's temporary command post, more than fifty Japanese soldiers sat cross-legged with guns, and they were like a group of ghosts in the dark, without making a sound. No one was drinking water or food. They all sat silently, waiting for Lieutenant Yoshida's order, and then rushed out of the room to take their seats, and in one fell swoop annihilated all the Shina soldiers who had entered the stockade.

In the large room forty or fifty meters to the west, there were more than a dozen beautiful girls waiting for them to choose, and of course, there were some beautiful women imprisoned in other rooms, who were also their favorite objects.

Anyway, everyone will pick a different woman tonight. So every soldier's eyes in the dark are full of anticipation and desire// hope.

Although the battlefield is ruthless, the war is cold, and the guns have no eyes, the youthful beauty of these girls and the delicate charm of the women in the village can temporarily take away their fear of war and the longing for their hometown.

Although a steady stream of Japanese military // prostitutes entered the Chinese battlefield, due to the large number of Japanese troops invading China, these Japanese military // prostitutes can only be regarded as a drop in the bucket. Therefore, after every battle, Japanese soldiers would be rewarded for their meritorious deeds and rewarded those women who were plundered by them.

The war has exposed the ugly features of the Japanese military.

Fifty or sixty meters northwest of this large house full of Japanese soldiers, the people in the stockade were imprisoned.

In the northeast corner of Lieutenant Yoshida's building is the room where Wu Zhonghua and Fan Xiaosi killed the sniper.

After sending the signal that the sniper had been touched, Fan Xiaosi gasped upstairs, and he poured a few large sips of wine on his face: "It's really a shame, I was poked by my own bayonet, will it be embarrassing to say it." Lao Wu, help me pull out the bayonet. ”

Wu Zhonghua licked his chapped lips and said hesitantly: "I have only stabbed a living person's knife, but I have never pulled out a thorn on a living person, in case it ......"

Fan Xiaosi took another big sip of wine, and the huge pain made his grinning face deformed a little: "Don't grind and chirp, don't blame you for pulling out labor and capital." ”

Wu Zhonghua knew that keeping a bayonet in his body on the battlefield was waiting for death, and there was still hope for survival when he pulled it out. Moreover, Fan Xiaosi's wound did not spray blood, at most it was not possible to pull out one of his arms, but his life could be saved.

Wu Zhonghua gritted his teeth: "I'll pull you to death, and you have to endure the pain, and you can't howl." ”

Saying that, Wu Zhonghua took off the white towel on Fan Xiaosi's arm, took out a bayonet to cut and remove all of Fan Xiaosi's shirt, and then sprinkled two towels with wine, one of which hung on Fan Xiaosi's right shoulder, and took the torn clothes for Fan Xiaosi to bite: "Good dogs don't bark." Even if it's death, you can't shout, you know. ”

After Wu Zhonghua finished speaking, he took a big sip of wine and sprayed it on Fan Xiaosi's front and back wounds.

"Hmm!" Fan Xiaosi snorted and desperately bit the torn clothes.

Wu Zhonghua held the bayonet in his left hand and glanced at Fan Xiaosi.

Fan Xiaosi nodded, and pinched his thigh with his left hand. He had heard people say that if he hurts his thigh, he can share and divert the pain elsewhere in his body.

Wu Zhonghua gritted his teeth and crooked his mouth and pulled out the bayonet from Fan Xiaosi's shoulder, the towel in his right hand quickly covered the wound on Fan Xiaosi's back shoulder, and the bayonet was dropped in his left hand and the towel was taken to block the wound in front of him.

Wu Zhonghua let out a sigh of relief and began to tear his clothes to wrap the wound, he comforted Fan Xiaosi: "The blood doesn't stop, but it doesn't spray, and you can't die." ”

Fan Xiaosi trembled all over, looked up to the sky and spasmed for a while before spitting out the towel and wheezing: "Dog day...... Dog Riwu Zhonghua, you are still ...... Still didn't take the opportunity to be ruthless...... Do...... Kill labor and management. ”

Wu Zhonghua: "It's too late to kill you now......"

When there was another pheasant cry behind him, implying that the sniper in the northeast corner was also touched by Kuang Dawei and Fang You, Yan Zhi's hanging heart finally fell halfway.

When the two snipers are killed, the pressure from the devil is reduced by half, at least the enemy and us are now standing on the same running line, Yan Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, killing the sniper is equivalent to pulling out the devil's two tiger teeth.

Yan Zhi looked at his watch, from the time Wu Zhonghua Kuang Dawei left to the time he touched the two snipers, it only took twelve minutes, which made Yan Zhi very satisfied.

These two snipers are like two sharp swords hanging over the heads of the brothers, and they will be cut down at any time.

Now I'm waiting for Xu Zheyou and them to be in place.

Standing in the open space between the raging fires, suddenly a strong belief surged from behind him, Yan Zhi turned around, and saw a soldier holding up a military flag at the gate of the village, the banner fluttered in a row with the morning breeze before dawn, and was particularly bright and eye-catching under the illumination of red and hot flames.

Looking at the military flag symbolizing the indomitable spirit of the Chinese, Yan Zhi's heart was hot, and he was instantly moved by all the anti-Japanese Chinese, and this immersive personal feeling is by no means something that future generations can understand by reading history books and watching movies and television.

Looking at the group of soldiers around him who were as afraid of death as ordinary people, but couldn't help but face death, Yan Zhi was full of pride in his chest, pulled out his bayonet, and shouted loudly: "Little devils, you are known as the warriors of the empire, who dares to stand up and fight with me Yan Zhi." ”

The soldiers behind him, infected by Major Yan's domineering, roared with bayonets in unison: "Who dares to come out to fight." ”

The soldiers had been defeated again and again before, but now they were invincible with their commanders and their morale was high.

The standard-bearer took a big stride and walked to Chief Yan's side, having long forgotten that the standard-bearer had always been the enemy's first target.

Yan Zhi's blood was indignant, and he sang loudly: "The wolf smoke rises, the rivers and mountains look north, the dragon flag rolls the horse, the sword is like frost, the heart is like the Yellow River, who can resist each other in the past 20 years......"

When the soldiers heard the commander sing this song for the second time, they were full of excitement for a while, and they had already firmly remembered the phrase "Who can fight in twenty years......

The morale of the soldiers was greatly boosted, and they followed the rhythm: "Who can resist ...... in twenty years"

"Who can fight ...... in 20 years"

"Who can fight ...... in 20 years"

"Who can fight in twenty years!"