32. It is better not to look at the eyes of a person before he dies
On the battlefield in China, because of the distance from their homeland, the pressure of war was huge, so almost all Japanese soldiers smoked. No one knows what their fate will be tomorrow, and they can enjoy it as soon as possible.
Yu Guang glanced at the Wang Ba box on his forehead, Nishimoto Shiyuan laughed miserably, took a deep puff of tobacco, and tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes: "Mom, brother, I can finally see my father in China." ”
Yan Zhi didn't want to speak. He didn't want to say before his death that you should not invade China, and he didn't want to say that your atrocities would definitely fail. In the face of a dying child, what could be more humane than to let him walk without much pain.
None of the Chinese soldiers spoke either. They are also confused. Just now, when the two sides fought to the death, neither of them cared if there were underage boys in the other party's team, but when the gunfire stopped, they didn't have the ruthlessness to kill a boy who fell in a pool of blood.
Nishimoto Shigaki took a puff of cigarette and trembled, blood flow to the wound decreased, and a great pain began to spread......
Yan Zhi took a steel helmet and covered Nishimoto Shiyuan's eyes.
It is better not to look directly into the eyes of a person before he dies.
Seogaki Nishimoto takes his second puff......
The first rule of the [Killer Manual] appeared in Yan Zhi's mind: Do not kill children.
Nishimoto Shiyuan had just taken the third puff of cigarette, the gun in Yan Zhi's hand rang out, Nishimoto Shiyuan's head shook violently, sank downward, the back of his head had been lifted off, red, white, red and white liquid spread around his head, and the smell of blood hit the gunsmoke, silently......
When the brothers entered the Longyin Mountain Range, an explosion sounded behind them, and after a while, Zhonghua and Xu Zheyou, who were in charge of blowing up the weapon, and Zhao Fuguo and Fan Xiaosi, who were in charge of burning everything, followed.
This raid was a complete victory, and there were no casualties in the brothers, and in the bag that Lu Xuguang was carrying, there were one hundred and three devils' left ears, except for those of Nishimoto Shiyuan.
Twenty minutes after the brothers left, several loud explosions were heard at the Winged Valley, which were a series of thunders planted by Xu Zheyou at the border between the Winged Valley and the Longyin Mountain Range. Presumably, the little devil who came from the reinforcements arrived at the Winged Valley and saw that his soldiers were completely annihilated, so he chased after him along the Longyin Mountain Range, touched the mines in the dark night, and threw a few corpses.
Hearing the sound of a mine explosion coming from a mine in the distance, Yan Zhi breathed a sigh of relief and let everyone rest in place, not even the sentry was released.
In the battle just now, although there were no casualties on their side, everyone's nerves were very tight, and now is the time to relax. Marching on rugged and steep mountains late at night, the soldiers' heartstrings were too tight and their bodies were easily injured.
The soldiers were a little confused. After killing Nishimoto Shiyuan just now, the chief asked everyone to act quickly, and after arranging the suspicious plan together, they quickly left the Winged Valley and marched rapidly along the way. Now I heard the sound of a mine explosion coming from the direction of the Winged Valley, and the chief asked everyone to rest on the spot, which made people wonder. According to the usual word, Xu Zheyou's serial thunder buried at the entrance of the Longyin Mountain Range was touched and exploded, which means that the devil has caught up.
Xu Zheyou hurriedly said: "Sir, the mine I planted sounded, which means that the little devil has chased after him, and we should speed up the march." ”
Yan Zhi smiled, first found a big tree, sat down comfortably against the trunk, took out a pack of cigarettes seized from the devil's warehouse, lit one himself, and threw the rest to the soldiers, beckoning everyone to sit down and rest, and then said slowly: "If there is no explosion of the mine just now, we have to smear oil on the soles of our feet, and walk as fast as we can, which means that there are night battle masters in the devil's team, and they have broken Zheyou's chain of mines." The mine went off just now, which means that there are no night combat masters in the devil's team. The mines planted by Zheyou have to kill at least a few devils. In this way, the devils will not dare to catch up again, and they don't know how many traps we will leave along the way for them to throw themselves into the net. ”
Looking at the half-ignorant soldiers, Yan Zhi continued: "The thirty-six strategies were invented by our ancestors, and the little devils can still play with us?" Besides, the Eighth Route Army is the ancestor of guerrilla warfare, which makes the little devils cry bitterly, and they are terrified when they sleep at night. The terrain of this Longyin Mountain Range is complex, the vegetation is numerous, and the night is even more foggy, the devil is not familiar with the terrain, and he has suffered from a few serial thunders, so he will not dare to continue to follow. ”
With the help of the starlight in the sky, Yan Zhi said to the soldiers with adoring faces: "After this battle, everyone is a little tired, so they all take a nap for half an hour before marching. There are many poisonous snakes and poisonous scorpions on the mountain, everyone lights a cigarette, and puts the butt of the cigarette beside him after smoking. ”
Everyone snickered when they heard this, and hurriedly lit cigarettes. The chief is right, the teeth of a poisonous snake and the tail of a scorpion can kill people more than a devil's bullet.
Anyone who fights guerrillas knows that there is a big difference between smokers and non-smokers in the wild, and poisonous snakes and poisonous insects have a keen sense of smell, and they can smell the smell of tobacco on smokers from a distance, and they will avoid it from a distance, while non-smokers will have a much greater chance of being harassed by insects and snakes.
After this battle, everyone worshiped Yan Zhi, and this battle was not only enough for himself to blow for a lifetime in the future, but also enough for his children and grandchildren to blow for a few lifetimes......
The fog in the Longyin Mountains became heavier and heavier, and no human figures could be seen within five meters, so the soldiers could only carry guns in one hand and put the other hand on the shoulders of the people in front of them. There are many big trees on the mountain, and the cliffs on both sides are steep, and if you are not careful, you can roll down the cliff and fall to pieces.
Yan Zhi and the others had to finish the Longyin Mountains before dawn and enter the sphere of influence of the Huizhou Military Region. The devils suffered a big loss tonight, as long as they opened the battle map, they could roughly guess the several routes that Yan Zhi's troops would take, and they would definitely set up ambushes on these routes. Therefore, Yan Zhi and the others must leave the Longyin Mountain Range before dawn and take advantage of the fog to enter the strength range of the Huizhou Military Region.
The road in the foggy mountains was rugged, and the march was very labor-intensive, so for safety, Yan Zhi let the soldiers rest for fifteen minutes every two hours.
"Sir." Zhong Jiagen, who usually rarely speaks, took two puffs of cigarette and said, "I disobeyed your order and buried the Japanese translator in the woods. ”
"Oh!"
Yan Zhi was not surprised by this. He extinguished the cigarette butt, put it beside him, and then lay down with a humming voice, and put the box under his head as a pillow.
"If you kill it, you will kill it, and you don't have to put it back to harm the people. If you don't kill that devil translator, someone will kill you. Besides, I didn't give an order not to kill that little devil. ”
Zhong Jiagen looked grateful: "Sir Xie! ”
"Thanks! Go to bed. ”
Yan Zhi sighed and said.