The newly built prisoner of war camp was built on the hillside, with two ridges no more than 50 meters high forming a V-shape, and two machine-gun fire points on each side of the ridge were condescendingly aimed at the valley, which could shoot any resistance that changed its mind.

The barracks are at the end of the valley, in front of which is a square, and the gate is at the mouth of the valley. On each side of the gate were a light machine gun and two squads of Japanese troops.

But now, it was a group of Chinese soldiers in tattered blue military uniforms standing on one side of the square, facing the surrounding Japanese soldiers with more than 100 loaded guns and even the muzzles of several machine guns, standing.

No matter how the fierce and vicious Japanese officers shouted, they did not retreat.

But the Japanese army did not shoot and kill people at every turn, as usual. On the contrary, their faces were also very solemn, and the muzzles of their guns were pointed at the Chinese prisoners of war who could have been killed and captured before, but there was a bit of panic and confusion in their hideous eyes.

Because, they are also afraid. Even more fearful than the Chinese POWs across from them.

Of course, it was not the unarmed Chinese prisoners of war who really frightened them, but they were afraid that the gunfire on the side of Shimen had stopped, but Lieutenant Muto Hidemi ordered them to rush the prisoners to the square.

What does this mean?

Yes. The gunfire and artillery in the early morning and the loud bang after the southern city wall was blown up by Liu Lang naturally reached the prisoner of war camp long ago.

Whether it was the Japanese soldiers as guards or the Chinese soldiers as prisoners, they all knew what this meant. It is represented that the Chinese army is attacking Shimen.

At the thought that their own people were about to come to rescue them, the captured Chinese soldiers were naturally secretly happy, even if there was no surge of emotions, but just from the eye contact, they could see the joy in their hearts. Although they only spent a few days in the Japanese prisoner of war camp, the vast majority of Chinese soldiers here regretted that they had come here and been humiliated by the Japanese instead of dying on the battlefield. They're thinking about getting out of here all the time.

Humiliation is sometimes more terrible than death.

The Chinese were happy, but the Japanese were nervous, especially for Lieutenant Muto Hidemi, who led a heavy squad to serve as a temporary guard at the prisoner of war camp.

If Shimen is captured, the prisoner of war camp will naturally be the next target for the Chinese. There are 2,000 defenders in Shimen, and they can't hold it, let alone the 160 people under him. Muto Hidemi naturally roared to the division headquarters about the battle situation in the city, but at that time, the battle situation was scorching, and the communication brigade of the Japanese division headquarters had time to pay attention to a small infantry lieutenant? "Yaga! Stupid" a few angry roars made Lieutenant Muto only be anxious by the telephone like an ant on a hot pot, but he didn't dare to call again.

Finally, when the gunfire on the Shimen side stopped, and the phone rang, Lieutenant Muto, who was ecstatic to answer the phone, was struck by lightning, and it turned out to be the phone from the captain of the communication brigade of the division headquarters, Nishimotoji Koichi Shaoza, who ordered him to surrender.

Dropping the phone in despair, Hidemi Muto's face was extremely complicated, and his eyes were constantly changing.

Apparently, the Japanese lieutenant struggled.

He knew that Xiyuan Temple Shaozuo's words were good, and the Chinese army that could capture Shimen in less than an hour was by no means something that his 160 people could resist, even if he used more than 5,000 Chinese prisoners of war as bargaining chips.

If he had known an hour ago that the division headquarters would be defeated and retreated in the direction of Baoding, it might have been too late, but now it was too late anyway, and on the plains of southern North China, where there was no danger to defend, the Chinese with superior forces could shoot them one by one in the field like hunting.

However, to make him surrender, he was afraid that the Chinese would not let him go. Not the army of Chinese worried about the approach, but thousands of Chinese soldiers in the prisoner of war camps. He himself knew very well what he had done in five days.

But what if you don't surrender? Even if the Chinese outside were concerned about not attacking, it would be an extremely terrible thing for the thousands of prisoners of war inside to riot. Even because they were guarding the prisoner of war camp, the division headquarters temporarily assigned them two heavy machine gun teams and four light machine guns.

Muto Hidemi, who was extremely conflicted, finally decided to put all the prisoners of war in the square in the valley and concentrate all the machine-gun fire on them, he wanted to see what the attitude of the Chinese was. If he does not promise to spare him, then he will order the shooting of prisoners of war, and even if he dies, it will not make the Chinese happy.

When thousands of Chinese prisoners of war were released from their barracks and entered the square to see the Japanese army's machine guns in black holes, they thought that the Japanese army was going to slaughter first, so they naturally panicked and became angry. The little devils have put the knife rack on their necks, and everyone is going to die, so are you afraid of an egg? The prisoners of war, who repeatedly gave in to the muzzle of the guns, no longer listened to the orders of the Japanese guards, and thousands of people gathered together to confront the Japanese soldiers in front of the Japanese guns.

"It's the Chinese, the Chinese are coming." A Japanese soldier standing on a watchtower was the first to exclaim.

The faces of all the Japanese soldiers turned pale, and their fears finally came true.

When they saw that the Japanese soldiers were frightened, and some began to point their guns at the gate, the Chinese prisoners of war also knew that their own people were coming, and they began to make noise.

"Yaga!" A hint of hideness flashed on Muto Hidemi's face, and he pulled out his pistol and fired a shot into the sky, and all the voices couldn't help but be silent.

"You guys, it's too early to rejoice, you know, your life is still in my hands." Muto Hidemi, who was standing on the wall, pointed out the gate, "What's more, you Chinese don't seem to pay much attention to you, so you just sent an infantry company over." ”

In the square, it is even quieter. The hope that flashed in many people's eyes suddenly dimmed.

What's the use of just sending an infantry company over? The Japanese troops guarding here alone had two heavy machine guns and six light machine guns, which was almost the heavy firepower of half an infantry regiment of their old unit. The strength of a regiment is about the same. Infantry company? Maybe you won't be able to protect yourself.

The Chinese prisoners of war went from hope to despair, but Muto Hidemi was like playing with ice and fire, from despair to hope and from hope to despair.

It is said that an infantry company is actually Muto Hidemi fighting Chinese prisoners of war and giving himself courage, but there are indeed not many Chinese who come, but only 300 people. And, just 350 meters away, it stopped.

But that's even more frightening.

If more than half of them began to wave individual sapper shovels to build field fortifications, as if they were going to fight, Muto Hidemi was not too afraid, but the equipment unloaded by the other dozens of people from the cart made Lieutenant Muto's small heart feel like falling into the 10,000-meter trench in Hokkaido, and it was cold.

Because the distance was not far, even without a telescope, he could see clearly, it was four infantry guns, and four mortars, and any one of them, and he could easily destroy not a single slag from any of the fire points in the prisoner of war camp, whether it was on the mountain or under the mountain.

The only 50mm grenadier in his squad was as cute as the little sister next door to the fierce mother San-san who had been doing business for many years in Kyoto's red-light district. Both in terms of appearance and practicality.

He can make the little sister next door moan tactfully, but in front of his mother Sang, his little body can only be weak and short of breath and shout "numbness"! Not an order of magnitude at all.

Artillery, is only one of them, in the telescope, the Chinese machine guns are even more numb, at least 8 machine guns for the first time set up field fortifications.

Muto Hidemi finally knew why the Chinese only sent these 300 people, that is, they were completely confident that they would eat their 160 people, even if they didn't use guns, just cannons. As a lieutenant of a baggage squadron, of course he knows the combat effectiveness of the No. 160 baggage soldiers under his command, which are all small scum who have not been selected for the first line of soldiers and eliminated, and let them show off their strength in front of the unarmed Chinese prisoners of war, but if they want to fight, I am afraid that the Chinese prisoners of war who are humiliated by them every day are better than them with guns.

Just looking at the strength of the book can't beat it, plus with the persuasion of His Excellency Xiyuan Temple Shaozo, thinking about it, Muto Hidemi always wants to live. Seeing that the posture of the Chinese army was preparing for a strong attack, Muto Hidemi, who wanted to talk about the conditions, panicked first and said that he would surrender?

Otherwise, the soldiers under Muto Hidemi are scum, and the head of the Japanese prisoner of war camp, who was still murderous at the beginning, wants to order a soldier to ask about the situation first with a white flag! As a result, no one dared to go. You push me, I push you, and in the end, I finally ordered layer by layer, and elected a private, which is the smallest scum among the scum.

The Japanese private, whose legs trembled like chaff, walked to the position of the first company of the bayonet battalion with a small white flag, and the white flag was also a piece of white cloth made temporarily, and I don't know if it was the crotch cloth that the bastard temporarily "shyly" pulled out of the crotch, not to mention the smell.

However, this is quite appropriate, isn't the last fig leaf?

In the face of the fact that he only dared to send a small private who came to inquire about the surrender, it was obviously the scum Japanese army who had been frightened, and the answer given by Langtuanza was very simple: "Surrender, live." Don't surrender, die. Three minutes later, there will be an all-out attack. If the prisoners of war were slaughtered, the heads of all the Japanese troops present would be built on the banks of the Hutuo River. ”

Hidemi Muto, who heard that the private came back to report on the situation, wanted to roar angrily: "Yaga! "Cheer yourself up, but look at the earth-colored subordinates around you, and still swallow the bold roar back into your stomach. He was afraid that these cowards would come up and tie themselves up to the Chinese as a vote.

The shadow of the famous tree, if it is replaced by other Chinese troops, this threat of cutting off the head and building the Beijing Temple is just that. But if it's an independent regiment, it's not a joke.

At the beginning of the Rehe, the independent regiment vomited blood from the powerful Kwantung Army, and thousands of wounded soldiers of the Japanese Empire were flayed like white sheep and thrown in the cold night of northern China. Moreover, there is really more than one Jingguan built by the "beast colonel", and the head of the highest commander is often placed in the highest place.

At the thought that his head would grin and stand on the top of the heads of his colleagues, staring at the scenery of the endless Hutuo River, Muto Hidemi's legs and stomach were a little tendoned.

But in negotiations, there has to be a person who comes and goes, right? Although there were already one hundred and twenty people who wanted to surrender in their hearts, Muto Hidemi, who was still afraid that the Chinese would settle accounts after the autumn, finally sent that unlucky guy to convey his desire to negotiate again.

"However, all Japanese soldiers who have mutilated prisoners of war need to choose an officer and soldier from the independent regiment to fight a duel, and if they win, they will live, and if they lose, they will die."

This time, although Liu Lang's answer was still strong, it somewhat made Muto Hidemi see a glimmer of hope. If you can't beat the awesome, he won't pick a weakness? If you can't beat all the ones you pick, it's really dead and stupid.

Anyway, Hidemi Muto would never think of himself as a fool.

The Japanese troops, all laid down their arms and surrendered. He dropped his guns in the designated position in front of the gate of the prisoner of war camp, and squatted on the side with his head in his hands according to the posture requested by Liu Lang.

It wasn't until I saw the dark blue military uniform rushing into the gate with a gun in my hand, and I was dumbfounded and disbelievable, watching the Chinese prisoners of war who had been arrogant and the Japanese surrendered without firing a single shot, and finally believed the facts in front of them.

There was thunder of joy.