Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

At 5:30 pm on May 12, 1941, on the west side of Zhongtiao Mountain.

After several hours of fighting, the 120th Division defeated the remnants of the 36th and 37th Divisions from the front.

It is worth mentioning that the casualties of troops at all levels were very small, which can be regarded as a crushing victory.

Through this battle, the artillerymen's proficiency in the M18 cannon has greatly increased. If there is an artillery battle next time, they will definitely do better.

However, the consumption of artillery shells is not optimistic. The three artillery regiments have fired two-thirds of their stocks, which fully verifies the importance of logistics support to modern warfare. The soldiers can even foresee the roar of Zhang Wanhe, the Minister of Logistics.

After the battle, the comrades began to clean up the battlefield in companies and platoons.

The main task is to collect supplies. Even if you don't like Japanese weapons, you can't leave them to the enemy. The second is to capture prisoners and deal with the enemies who are still resisting.

The most troublesome thing is the bodies of the devils. The soldiers can only dig pits and bury them when conditions permit. It is now mid-May. If it is not handled properly, there will definitely be an epidemic.

After all, the North China Front Army has no time to help its own soldiers collect their bodies. They might flee Shanxi with their tails between their legs.

In the forward command post, Division Commander Hu Zi had just explained the follow-up arrangements. He was going to go out and check the casualties and equipment losses of the soldiers at all levels of troops.

But at this moment, a soldier with preserved fruits was brought in by the battalion commander of the guard battalion.

After seeing the real owner, the other party put his right palm close to the brim of his hat, turned his palm outward, and saluted Division Commander Hu Zi.

"Hello, sir! I am a signalman of the Third Army! Thank you very much for the assistance you provided!"

"Two hours ago, a group of Japanese soldiers with unknown numbers and no less than 4,000 people attacked our positions."

"After a bloody battle, our troops killed more than half of the enemies on the spot! Unfortunately, the continuous fighting has led to a serious shortage of manpower in the entire army. Although the soldiers fought to the death, nearly a thousand Japanese soldiers still broke through the defense line and rushed into the interior of Zhongtiao Mountain."

Looking at the signalman Guo Jian, who was covered in blood and had a blood-soaked bandage on his shoulder, Division Commander Hu Zi sighed helplessly.

The Third Army had held out for five days before they arrived. It was a great thing that the second-rate Central Army could achieve such a level of combat effectiveness.

It was indeed a pity that he failed to completely wipe out the enemy, but he knew that the friendly forces had fought to the death with all their strength, and his heart was full of admiration and respect.

The Hu Zi division commander saluted the other party and said politely with a serious face:

"Thank you for your hard work. I have already understood the general situation. I will go to see your army commander in person later."

"It must have been very difficult for you along the way. Go and treat your injuries first, and then go to the kitchen to eat something. It's dinner time now."

"Medical officer! Take care of the friendly forces!"

When the fruit soldiers heard the word "dinner", their eyes lit up.

I have heard a lot about how good the food of the Eighth Route Army is before, and now I can experience it in person, so I am naturally looking forward to it. If his status did not allow it, he would even try to stay.

After a short conversation, the Hu Zi division commander went to the battlefield under the escort of the guards.

The first thing that caught my eye was the comrades of the enemy work team. They held a loud speaker and shouted slogans in poor Japanese to persuade them to surrender:

"Don't resist! Those who surrender will not be killed! We, the Eighth Route Army, treat prisoners well!"

"The war is over! Put down your weapons! We will provide medical assistance and food supplies!"

Although they have been lobbying for a while, and even their voices are a little hoarse, it is a pity that they have achieved little success.

At this stage, Japan has not yet begun to decline. The soldiers in the army are well-trained, and it is far from the point where the old, young, sick and disabled are used to fill the numbers in the later period.

Even if the devils are seriously injured, they will find ways to pull a few Eighth Route Army soldiers to take the blame, and there are very few people who surrender.

Even if there are new recruits with weak willpower, they will be dealt with by the old devils nearby first, which once made the comrades who were cleaning the battlefield furious.

Just like the Pingxingguan victory, it was clear that 1,000 enemies were killed, but not even a single Japanese prisoner was captured.

Although it is incredible, it is an indisputable fact.

This phenomenon is because Japan takes feudal loyalty and filial piety as its fundamental concept, and puts schools, society, and families on the track of militarism.

It emphasizes that everyone should be a filial son at home and a loyal minister of the country. When the country is in need or in crisis, citizens should devote themselves to defending the locust movement.

A famous and fearful military minister even said: "Those who know shame are strong. They should always think about the face of their hometown and family, and work harder to live up to their expectations. Don't be humiliated by captivity when alive, and don't leave a stigma of guilt when dead."

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To the northwest of the battlefield, the location of the former joint command post of the 36th and 37th divisions.

In a hidden corner that the comrades did not notice, a hand trembled and stretched out from the edge of a crater. Ando Twenty-three began to breathe heavily the moment he climbed out, and he didn't even have time to observe the surrounding environment.

"Baga! What happened!"

This old devil was lucky. Although the anti-artillery hole was blown down, he didn't die of suffocation because the bodies of his colleagues gave him a small space.

The helmeted Eighth Route Army soldiers around him made him realize one thing: his division was gone and the war on the Western Front was a failure.

After a moment, Anda Twenty-Three did not hesitate at all, took out the fourteen Southern Styles from his waist and prepared to commit suicide. As a die-hard loyalist of Locust, he did not allow himself to live in the world as a prisoner of war.

It's a pity that the materials used in the tortoise box are too poor, and the firing pin has long been damaged in the shelling.

Even if the trigger is pulled desperately, the bullet still does not move, which fully explains what it means to commit suicide and it is a laborious industrial waste.

In desperation, the old devil had to spend a lot of effort to pull his body out of the soil. He wanted to pick up a Sanba Gai five meters away, but the commotion had already attracted the attention of the soldiers.

The moment he saw the opponent's general uniform, a soldier flew forward and, with lightning speed, he hit the opponent's chin with an elbow.

"Come quickly! I caught a Japanese general!"

Anda Twenty-three, who is over fifty, is naturally no match for Xiaoyou in terms of physical strength.

However, this old devil was also tough. In a state of being completely suppressed, he bit off his tongue forcefully.

It's a pity that there is no scientific basis for committing suicide by biting your tongue. It has no real effect other than torturing yourself.

It hurts, but it won't hurt to death.

Blood loss is a fact, but 1.5 liters of blood will be lost due to the blood vessels in the tongue, and the time required is enough for coagulation to stop the bleeding.

Death by suffocation is even more outrageous. Even if a person can endure the pain and not spit out the severed tongue, the tongue has entered the esophagus and not the trachea, so there is no such thing as suffocation.

Upon hearing the word "general", the surrounding comrades came forward to support him. Everyone worked together to subdue Anda 23 and pinned him to the ground with their knees and thighs.

The battalion commander, who had the highest position at the scene, even slapped a few big cocks on him. While helping the old devil recall the painful memories of the assistant officer stage, he also pried open the other party's mouth.

"Quick! Find some rope and tie him up! This old guy is more useful alive!"

"Go find the hygienist! The old devil bit his tongue! Find a way to treat his wounds first! At least disinfect them!"

The commotion quickly attracted the passing Commander Beard. By the time the official arrived at the scene, the general uniform of Anda 23 had been thrown aside.

All that was left of him was a cloth rope around his waist, with a piece of dirty white cloth hanging from the front and back of the cloth rope, barely covering his crotch and buttocks.

Even the only crotch cloth was searched by the soldiers.

There is no way, who allows the devils to always hide weapons in unexpected places.

"You see, only devils wear this kind of thing. It's disgusting that you are still wearing something like a diaper at your age!"

"Why do you think the Japanese are so perverted? Are they poor? Why are they becoming generals and they can't even afford a pair of underpants? Is this the reason why they started the war?"

Faced with the ridicule of the soldiers, Anda Twenty-Three, who could understand Chinese, struggled frantically with his energy and blood. The old devil usually lives in a comfortable and dignified way, but how could he ever experience such humiliation?

In a sense, the arrival of Master Huzi liberated him. After everyone saw their teacher, they all put away their playful smiles.

"Report to the division commander! We have captured a Japanese lieutenant general!"

"Judging from the epaulettes on the military uniform, the opponent should be Adachi Twenty-three, the division commander of the 37th Division. The injuries on his body were caused by himself, and he did not surrender to us."

"The soldiers are continuing to dig to see if they can find the rest of the harvest!"

The word "lieutenant general" made Master Hu's eyes light up, as if he had seen some rare treasure!

From the full outbreak of the war in 1937 to the present, many high-ranking enemy officers have indeed been killed in various war zones, including one naval admiral.

But the number of captured officers was pitiful, with the highest being only a major.

Even in the original timeline, the Allies did not capture a senior Japanese commander on the frontal battlefield.

The only one who was captured by a vice admiral was because the opponent's plane accidentally fell on the sea during landing, caught fire and sank.

However, the other party's gold content is not low, and he has served as the chief of staff of the United Fleet twice. The Benzi Navy kept the matter secret and referred to it as Incident B from beginning to end.

"Incident A is the death of Yamamoto 7×8."

Adachi Twenty-san, who was tied up by Wuhuada, was still struggling. He stared at Master Hushi with a fierce light in his eyes. At the same time, regardless of the injury in his mouth, he kept yelling incomprehensible Japanese.

After venting his anger, he realized that in his current state, it was impossible to commit suicide.

Rather than wasting energy in vain, it is better to change your mind. Perhaps it would be a good choice to feign surrender first and then find an opportunity to commit suicide.

From the beginning to the end, the old Japanese never wanted to go back alive. After all, even if he went back, it would end in the same way. It would be better to leave a good reputation of someone who would rather die than surrender, and maybe he could be in a textbook in the future.

Thinking of this, Anda Twenty-three gradually calmed down. He endured the pain and forced out an ugly smile, and said to the senior commander in front of him:

"Hello, I am Adachi Twenty-three, the division commander of the 37th Division of Japan's brother country. You must be the commander of this battle. Congratulations on your victory."

"In accordance with the Geneva Conventions, you must give humane treatment to prisoners of war. You must not discriminate, kill, maim, mistreat or torture us, and you must not use us as hostages."

"My personal dignity shall not be compromised, including intimidation and annoyance by the curiosity of the audience, and especially humiliation and degradation of our status! shall not be the object of reprisal, and release shall not be delayed after the war has ceased."

After finishing the clauses that were beneficial to him in one breath, the old devil meditated for a moment to check for omissions and fill in the gaps in his mind.

After making sure that he had not missed any important conditions, he raised his head again and looked at Mr. Beard with a sincere and serious look:

"Sir, I respect the winning side, and I hope you respect me."

"You can take away my gun and command knife, but at least give me my clothes instead of letting them watch the defenseless enemies here like monkeys."

After hearing this, Mr. Huzi showed a very interested expression. But he did not answer Anda Twenty-Three immediately, nor did he make any promises.

Instead, he handed a bottle of medical alcohol to Anda Twenty-Three and asked him to rinse his mouth, and then picked up the enemy's general uniform and carried it in his hands.

"The person who just wanted to bite his tongue and commit suicide suddenly became obedient? I don't know what changed your mind, but the change in your attitude makes me suspect that there is some ulterior conspiracy."

"Since you have become my prisoner of war, please explain it honestly. This is not a military secret. You will definitely answer it, right?"

It seemed that Master Beard's aura calmed Anda Twenty-Three, or maybe it was his desire and urgency for clothes that made him have no choice but to bow his head. The old devil first obediently rinsed his mouth with medical alcohol, then pretended to be sincere and said:

"There is an old saying in China, which is called Xixi material. Phew, Wei Junjie."

"An ant is greedy for life, and he will not hesitate to die as a human being. Although I fell into your hands, I believe that you will ensure my life safety. Am I right?"

This strange accent was not because the old devil had learned some dialect. He was missing a section of his tongue and had just rinsed his mouth with a high degree of medical alcohol, so his speech was naturally a little strange.

After hearing the explanation, Commander Huzi did not return the uniform to Anda 23. He first took a large bag of gauze and stuffed it into the other person's mouth, and then said with a smile:

"First, we in the Republic of China have not signed the Geneva Convention you are talking about. Remember one sentence, unsigned paper is toilet paper."

"Two, I will treat you preferentially and give you treatment. But you may act aggressively at any time now, so I tied you up to save you."

"Three, I wish you a happy stay in the Anti-War Alliance! Take it away!"

It is impossible for such a person to change his beliefs if he can become a lieutenant general of a country.

For this kind of stinking and stubborn diehard, we can only rely on Ye San to make subtle changes, but most likely it will be in vain.

Why did the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty hesitate and hesitate? Let me comment!

I’ll post one chapter first, and I’m still writing the follow-up.