Mo Dongshan and his soldiers, who were waiting on the flank, waited for the moment when the guns rang out, but they only heard some Japanese commotion, and then there was no follow-up. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 After a while, they saw that the Ming soldiers had already entered the town of Weiyuan, so they gave up waiting and entered the city from the other side.

When he saw the scene in the town, he couldn't even believe his eyes. There were about 100 Japanese wounded here, and more than 100 of the remaining 300 people retreated from the other direction before surrendering, and most of the people who remained in the city were the remnants of the 17th Division, which could not run.

Many of these soldiers only had the strength to sit on the ground, and hundreds of pairs of eyes numbly watched as the soldiers of the Ming Empire walked into the ruins, with a sad expression on their faces. No one spoke, the scene was too quiet, except for the Ming Empire's tanks and armored vehicles made the sound of engines, it was a little creepy to be quiet here.

"Sir, we don't have enough medicine, and many soldiers have to stay here and die." A major of the 17th Division, who had come to surrender, bowed to the lieutenant of the Ming army, hoping to get some medicine from the enemy to save the lives of his compatriots.

"I'm sorry, sir. We didn't carry any medicine either, and I think my superiors will arrange for medical soldiers to come here to help with the wounded, so please be patient. The lieutenant played with the command knife in his hand that Shaozuo had just handed to him, representing the meaning of surrender, and replied casually.

He was telling the truth, as an attacking force, he didn't carry too much medical medicine at all, and only some of them had to be kept for his wounded, how could there be any extra reward for these Japanese soldiers who were desperately resisting the Ming Empire an hour ago? Moreover, these soldiers are left here, most of them are seriously wounded who are very difficult to treat, and it is really unwise to waste medicine on these people.

When the young man heard the lieutenant of the Ming Empire say this, his face was hard to see, and he looked at the wounded people who were lying on the ground unattended in the distance, still making a slight moaning sound, and the pain in his heart was indescribable. It's a pity that as a captive, he doesn't have the right to ask for much, especially when the victor decides not to give anything to show mercy.

Of course, he also knew that medicine was a more valuable life-saving material than weapons and ammunition at this time, unless it was necessary, so few troops were willing to take out their own reserves of medicine and supplies to sympathize with their opponents - most of the time, the price of buying people's hearts, people were more willing to pay with food, which was more and easier to replenish.

"A platoon of soldiers will be sent out to see the prisoners leave here and return along the road in the direction of the beachhead." The lieutenant looked at the sky that was about to darken, and assigned tasks to some of the tank commanders around him, as well as officers such as second lieutenants and sergeants. An infantry platoon that had taken the lead during the attack had been assigned the task of guarding the return of the prisoners, after all, keeping all the troops in rotation for the difficult task was an important means for the commander to pacify his troops.

On the front line, it is often the case that everyone takes turns to perform the most dangerous tasks, which can be regarded as a basically fair way of distributing tasks - to avoid the death of some people because of frequent dangerous tasks, and to maximize the test of all soldiers to become qualified veterans.

However, this method is not so fair according to the different conditions and circumstances, but it can at least soothe the fragile hearts of the front-line soldiers who have been baptized by artillery fire, and also give people the possibility and hope to live. The lieutenant was apparently trained in the New Army, so several of the missions he issued followed this principle strictly.

"Let the tank units stand by behind the ruins, and the infantry deploy a ring of defensive positions around the entire town...... Flares and other weapons and ammunition were allocated, and the Japanese may have to counterattack tonight. While comparing the map in his hand and the captured Japanese defense map near Weiyuan, the lieutenant told everyone about the next task.

"Two self-propelled guns are looking for a suitable position in the middle of the town, and I need you to be able to support the attacked direction at all times...... Try to find a place where you can shoot well. Then he pointed to the direction of the center of the town to the two commanders of the self-propelled guns, and continued to arrange: "The ruins of the square over there should be good, try to find a location that is convenient for quick transfer!" ”

Watching the commander of the two self-propelled guns nod and leave, the lieutenant began to deploy the tanks one by one to hide positions, forming as reliable a defensive position as possible, and deploying dense crossfire.

In the end, he began to arrange the infantry, so that Mo Dongshan's platoon also found a position and began to dig foxholes and simple communication trenches. A Weiyuan 2 machine gun was hidden in the ruins, providing fire support cover for the entire platoon.

The support firepower was a few 50mm mortars attached to the company, which were portable but mediocre in power, and thankfully these mortars were now aimed at attacking Japanese troops, not the intimidating enemy cowering in the fortifications.

Just as they were assigning their defensive positions and then starting to dig those foxholes, the Ming soldiers with rifles escorted the surrendering Japanese troops in groups, in the opposite direction of the Ming army's attack, and slowly left for the distance. These Japanese prisoners carried their companions in frustration, and moved their steps forward with a blank face, step by step, uneasy and sad.

These captives are losers, they have lost their victory, and they have lost their honor. In the prisoner of war camps of the Ming Empire, the end that awaited them was not bright: more than a hundred years ago, the enslavement and rule of the Ming Empire left an unforgettable impression on the Japanese, and now their means of revenge are also ugly - the cycle of cause and effect, as for when it began, only God knows.

"Let's go! Don't grind! Be honest with me! With his rifle in both hands, a soldier of the Ming Empire stood on the side of the road, looking at the Japanese prisoners passing in front of him, and urged loudly. His words caused the men to walk briskly for a few meters, and then slow down because the people in front of them were walking slowly.

On the rudimentary stretcher carried by two Japanese prisoners, a wounded Japanese soldier looked at the sky with his eyes on the edge of the stretcher, and his arm on the edge of the stretcher suddenly fell...... And although those eyes lost their light, they still looked at the floating clouds dyed blood-red by the setting sun. (To be continued.) )