"Okay, Sir Sun, I'm afraid I'll blow up the Oriental girls too, what a pity." The officers quipped.

Sun Minghui slapped his helmet with a muffled sound and said, "Nima, can you have a little talent, these Oriental ladies are all farmers' mothers-in-law, do you want them too?" Our women must be knowledgeable and cultured people. A bunch of unproductive guys who are not allowed to make mistakes. Whoever makes a mistake will let him marry and bring him back to Yanyang. ”

"If you want to marry an illiterate mother-in-law, I won't stop you. Before I came, the discipline was repeated again and again. After saying that, he left the mortar position.

The noon sun shone on his body, and Sun Minghui lay in the grass holding a Type 20 rifle in his hand, and a six-fold optical scope was attached to the barrel of the gun. He always felt awkward wearing a steel helmet, which prevented him from fitting the scope sufficiently.

After waiting for about ten minutes, someone's head appeared at the gate of Tunzi, and a pair of binoculars appeared above the bunker, and it was the Oriental people who were observing their situation.

At a distance of about 800 meters, Sun Minghui trimmed the wind speed to put the opponent's head into the scope, pulled the trigger, and the crisp sound of gunfire stirred in the field, startling the birds in the bushes. In the scope, the opponent's body was lying on the cover, and he was immediately pulled away.

Sun Minghui pulled the bolt out of the cartridge case and loaded the next bullet. At this time, he heard the unique whining sound of the 80 mortars, and two of the four mortar shells fell directly into the bunker behind the gate of the tunzi, and two of them deviated from the set target and exploded in front of the gate.

The Orientals in the bunker bent down and retreated, they did not expect Sun Minghui to have a mortar, they thought that at most there was a Makqin machine gun. Before they could carry the machine guns away from the bunker, four shells hit the bunker with a whistling sound. Fragments of the machine gun were scattered in all directions, and the torso and limbs of the Oriental were thrown into the air.

The war is too cruel, except for dozens of veterans who have seen blood, they can't help but be frightened by this blood. Song Zhipeng yelled: "What are you guys doing? Waiting for the Orientals to feed you bullets. ”

was yelled at by Song Zhipeng, and the soldiers picked up their guns in a panic and pressed forward a hundred meters.

The mortars kept making a popping sound, and the shells burrowed into the bunkers in the cantonment as if they had eyes, and all the places where people had delivered food at noon had been taken care of. Sun Minghui didn't want to have casualties, and never ordered an attack, but just asked the soldiers to surround the tunzi and fight as long as they showed their heads.

He silently counted in his heart that it was already the fifth, and there were a few times when he was about to release the gun but was preempted by Song Zhipeng, he estimated that Song Zhipeng also had similar results as him. He estimated that there were about a dozen guns with scopes beside him, and he brought ten guns, and Song Zhipeng also had a few when he came here before.

He's struggling to attack or not, there's a lot of time, and he doesn't want any damage so he wants to continue to extend the gains from afar. A shout came from the other side: "Can we talk, the military master is convenient for the layman, we will give out ten gold bars, please let us go." ”

Sun Minghui asked people to reply: "Put down your weapons and walk out with your head in your hands to save your life, otherwise you will die." ”

"Is the military master on the other side really going to break the net? We are not so easy to deal with, just go out to make a fortune, Zhang Zuolin Marshal wants to know if you can have a life in this matter? ”

"Don't talk nonsense, Zhang Zuolin is about my birds, and I will line up with my head in my hands, otherwise we will bombard you and leave no chickens and dogs."

Sun Minghui didn't wait for the other party to reply and pressed the trigger, and saw a blood hole in the other party's head from the scope.

The scene fell silent, and soon several gunshots were heard behind the tunzi. Sun Minghui realized that the Oriental people were preparing to break through from behind Tunzi and send a message for help. Song Zhipeng came over to verify his conjecture, just now there were five Oriental people behind Tunzi who took advantage of this shouting and secretly prepared to wade through the trench to escape, but were found dead by the blockers arranged there, and four ran back to one.

Sun Minghui ordered mortars to be brought in to meet the artillery bombardment, preparing to storm the Tunzi gate.

"In a group of three, select ten groups to follow me to assault the gate of Tunzi, and all of them advance 200 meters to pay attention to cover. Mortars gave me artillery fire on both sides of the gate. Sun Minghui was not interested in this kind of fighting.

"You ten groups of people follow me, and when the mortar goes off, follow me, pay attention to bending over and scattering and rushing."

After speaking, Sun Minghui followed the team forward, and when the whining of the mortar behind him came, he bent down and rushed towards the gate of Tunzi.

* Exploding on both sides of the gate, he rushed forward without saying a word, and when he reached the trench and threw a grenade, he quickly fell to the ground, and the soldiers who rushed up with him followed him and threw grenades one after another. This kind of grenade is an infantry anti-personnel grenade, which is built with 100 small steel balls, and the explosion of the steel balls is extremely powerful.

The defensive bunker at the entrance of the Oriental Tunzi collapsed, and the soldiers rushed into the tunzi in groups of three, one holding a Type 20 rifle, one holding an M1911 pistol, and one holding a *. It's the best melee combination they've come up with.

Sun Minghui lay in the bunker and took out a cigarette and lit it, as long as the soldiers rushed into the tunzi, the overall situation was decided, and the Orientals couldn't afford to do anything. He laughed at the machine gun that had been blown up in front of him, and the Orientals still maintained World War I-style bunkers and machine guns. This tactic is already old in the eyes of the boss, with mortar support for targeted killing, and machine guns are useless in the open field.

From time to time, the sound of grenades and the sound of M1911 combos were heard in the tunzi, and the Makqin machine gun erected on the periphery of the tunzi rang out, and Sun Minghui spit out a puff of cigarette and threw away half of the cigarette.

Before four o'clock in the afternoon, all the fighting was over, and Sun Minghui looked at the Oriental people standing in several rows in the center of the tunzi, there were about 300 men in the prime of life, and the rest were women and children. The taste of defeat was definitely not pleasant, and they were surrounded by Han Chinese, with their guns pointed at them.

Sun Minghui walked up to them with M1911 in his hand: "Anyone who understands Chinese has come forward to translate for me." ”

An Oriental man in his thirties walked out of the team and said, "Sir, I know Chinese, I will translate for you, and I will express my allegiance to you on behalf of all the people in this tunzi, and I am willing to do everything for you and obey your arrangement." ”

"What's your name?"

"The contemptible person is called Yamashita Fengwen, the former Sendai people." Yamashita said.

"Oh, Yamashita-kun, why did you group of people set foot on our territory to cultivate land without the permission of our government?"

"Sir, we are a reclamation and resettlement project agreed between the Japanese government and the Northeast Autonomous Government due to a loan last year."

All of this was born out of Zhang Zuolin's efforts to start the Zhifeng War with a loan from the Japanese government, and in order to smoothly obtain Japanese military aid and loans, Zhang Zuolin secretly acquiesced in Japan's immigration to the Heilongjiang area.

The Japanese Government has adopted such methods as group immigration, collective immigration, decentralized immigration, and youth volunteer immigration, and has implemented pioneering immigration. The so-called "group development group" refers to a group of immigrants organized by the government with a large amount of subsidies, each group is composed of 200 to 300 people, and after moving to northeast China, each household is given 10 steps of cultivated land (about 9.9 hectares) and 10 steps of grazing grassland. The so-called "collective pioneer group" refers to the free immigrants who are given less government subsidies by non-governmental organizations, with 100 to 200 people per group, and each household has about half of the cultivated land of the group.

The members of the reclamation regiment who had previously emigrated to the countryside basically belonged to the township army, and they came to the northeast with weapons and arms. For this reason, Zhang Zuolin convened a meeting of the chief executives of several provinces, instructing them to turn a blind eye to this matter, and not to intervene as long as the reclamation regiment was not close to the county seat.

During the year, there were more than 300 reclamation groups of large and small Orientals distributed on the fertile black soil of Heilongjiang. Previously, the site was selected by the Japanese exploration team, and the site was selected for the best quality land close to the river.

The high-quality land must have been cultivated by the citizens of the Republic of China, and these Oriental immigrants used fire, beatings and other violence to drive out the Chinese peasants, driving a large number of unarmed peasants out of their homes. Therefore, at that time, people called the "reclamation group" "tun bandits".

As if the local government had not seen anything happen, the governor and the police drove away the Oriental reclamation group, but soon the governor was dismissed from his post and the reclamation group returned to occupy the fertile land and pastures.

Sun Minghui threw a cigarette to Yamashita Fengwen, and Yamashita didn't dare to light it in front of him. Sun Minghui lit him with a lighter and said: "Don't be nervous, just now you were armed to resist the inspection of the army of the Republic of China, and now as long as you obey my orders, your life can be saved." ”

Yamashita Fengwen was as awkward as he wanted, holding a lit cigarette in his hand like a hot potato, and he didn't dare to smoke or throw it. Boldly translated Sun Minghui's words into Japanese.

"The first thing is to immediately hand over all the weapons in the tunzi, including kitchen knives, to the tunzi square, and find that they are hiding one without permission and will take their lives. Go now, a soldier and an Oriental. Sun Minghui ordered.

The Oriental who was still holding a gun to confront Sun Minghui just now was as docile as a sheep, and walked home with the soldiers, and after a while, hundreds of guns and knives were piled up in the center of the tunzi.

Sun Minghui took out two kitchen knives and handed them to Yamashita Fengfumi and said, "Find a few women who can cook to make dinner, remember to make a hearty meal, everyone has a share of dinner." ”

After Yamashita selected a dozen women from the crowd and whispered an explanation, the dozen or so women went to cook dinner under the escort of the soldiers.

"Yamashita Jun, now the middle-aged men immediately clean up the battlefield, some people go to dig a pit a kilometer outside the tunzi to prepare to bury the corpses, and some people go to collect the corpses, it will be difficult to make a plague in the hot temperature in summer, and whoever doesn't work hard at the speed should not eat dinner."

When he was translating from the mountain to Fengwen, Sun Minghui instructed Song Zhipeng: "Zhipeng, you arrange for two hundred soldiers to watch, don't go out of the mess, armed ammunition will be left in the trench." ”

Song Zhipeng arranged for the soldiers to follow the gang to clean up the battlefield and bury the corpses, Sun Minghui patted Yamashita Fengwen on the shoulder and said, "Yamashita Jun, you are our friend, find a place for the two of us to have a good talk." ”

Yamashita Fengwen was flattered and hurriedly nodded and said, "Thanks to the chief's ability to look up to me, I will definitely do my best to serve the chief." ”