Rise From Eight Hundred

 Chapter 117 Positive attitude towards life (At the beginning of the month, please give me a guaranteed monthly ticket.)

 Fortunately, Shuichi Fukuyama was not stupid this time.

 There was no written record of this completely humiliating scene.

Therefore, the scene of the warriors of the Imperial Japanese Army working hard to fight floods and rescue operations on Chinese soil has been lost in the long river of history and has not reached the ears of high-ranking Japanese officials.

 Even if I hear rumors, I mostly ignore them automatically.

As for the more than 100 engineers who suddenly appeared on the death list, they naturally died in the despicable night attack by the Chinese.

 The ashes in the urn! There has been so much burning in the past two days that if you just pull it out, you can fill more than a hundred small boxes.

 The only way to cover up ugliness is victory, but if there is really no victory, choosing to turn a blind eye is also a good way.

Anyway, the Japanese colonel, who had been humiliated for two days in a row, was miraculously not too angry except for being a little sad that his clever plan went bankrupt. Instead, he calmly returned to the regiment headquarters after issuing a "flood fighting" order.

I have quite a life attitude of ‘as long as I don’t feel ashamed, no one can make me ashamed’.

 Comparatively speaking, Wing Deputy Makino Toshi's attitude was obviously much more intense.

It may also be because he was ordered by Wakiitajiro to be the commander-in-chief of "flood fighting"!

It took more than half an hour, using more than 200 people from the entire squadron directly under the wing headquarters, throwing more than 300 sandbags, and finally blocked the two large water outlets.

By now, no matter how stupid the Japanese army is, they know that this may be a trick of the Chinese and not some **** water leakage accident. Otherwise, where did so much water come from, even if it is digging an underground river?

Thirdly covered in mud and water, one foot was deep and the other was shallow. Makino, who had finally finished his work and was about to drink hot tea, had not even reached the unit headquarters when he was called out for a walk by the gloomy-looking Wakitajiro.

“NIMB” is probably the craziest OS for Toshi Makino at this time.

Although Makino Jun also understands the distress of his immediate boss.

It doesn't matter if the 'cool plan' goes bankrupt, it doesn't matter if the position turns into a swamp, as if no one would put a piece of wood under their butt.

 However, good fortune never comes in pairs, and misfortunes never come alone. When the house leaks, it happens to be rainy, which is like a wave of troubles.

  Another head-scratching news has just been reported from the 2nd Infantry Brigade. Some imperial officers and soldiers have begun to have stomach upsets, and the attacks are so violent that many people even have no time to find a secluded place and deal with them directly on the spot.

It would be okay if there were only a few dozen or even dozens of people, but I heard that the number of people with diarrhea is still expanding, and the number has soared to more than 300 people. These eight people are almost catching up with the remaining members of the 2nd Infantry Brigade. It’s half done!

The two infantry brigades currently on the battlefield originally numbered 2,100 people. After yesterday's and today's battles, not counting the dead and injured, there were only 1,300 people left. Adding the already marginalized 1st Infantry Brigade, the number was dignified. An infantry regiment had only 1,600 usable infantrymen left.

 That's it, will another fifth of it be enough to cause diarrhea?

 Fortunately, this did not happen on the battlefield. If it had happened during the charge, it would have happened.

At the thought of being watched by a group of Chinese and Westerners, the warriors of the Imperial Japanese Empire who were charging bravely unbuttoned their belts one after another. They were too afraid to squat and had to lie down.

Makino Jun felt that his immediate boss might hang himself! There is no need to go up to the peak to call him for advice, it is really Amaterasu’s blessing!

 But even if it didn’t happen on the battlefield, it was still very painful on the battlefield!

Think about it, more than 300 imperial soldiers had diarrhea collectively, and each one had diarrhea every five minutes on average. How many diarrhea would that be? Even without inspecting the 2nd Infantry Battalion's position, Toshi Makino could tell the smell permeating the position.

Your Majesty the Colonel was very wise. He not only ordered the regiment's military doctor to go to the 2nd Infantry Brigade for treatment, but also ordered that the rations stored in the 2nd Infantry Brigade's baggage squadron be immediately banned.

After all, except for a bunch of unlucky guys from the 2nd Infantry Brigade, the 3rd Infantry Brigade, which is responsible for both wings of the battlefield, did not have this incident. This has to make people associate this strange incident with last night's night attack.

I just don’t know what method the Chinese who sneaked into the position used. All food and water have been randomly inspected, but there is still something wrong.

But if it was the Chinese who did it, then why didn't he put deadly poison? Then these more than 300 imperial warriors were not allowed to go directly to Amaterasu to report!

 I am afraid that only Tang Dao and Signal Soldier Erya can answer this question for the Japanese Lieutenant Colonel.

In the warehouse, Tang Dao, who took off his clothes to reveal his muscular body, asked Erya to pass the order: "Erya, go and tell the brothers that the bath has been built for them. Let's all take a bath and have a good sleep tonight." ! If the mother-in-law is lying on the bedroll without washing, I will deduct her military merit. "

“Sir, won’t the Japanese attack you today?” Erya is now a good student who studies tirelessly. He really wanted to know how he, the Tang commander, relied on to judge that the Japanese army would not cause trouble again tonight.

“Hehe, if my estimate is correct, they are busy looking for the toilet now.” Tang Dao looked up at the Japanese position where there was occasional noise in the distance, and chuckled. "If they still have the intention of making a sneak attack like this, then I really admire these ruthless people."

"Um, is it because I'm not acclimatized?" Erya was stunned by a certain officer's wild guess and continued to ask.

"Here, there is medicine over there. If you drink it, you will become acclimatized immediately." Tang Dao unbuckled his belt and prepared to take off his trousers, and mouthed at the package he had placed in the corner.

"So, sir, you drugged them last night?" Erya now knew a little bit about the reason, but she still didn't understand some of the key points. She turned her face slightly to avoid the exposed thighs of a certain officer: "Then why don't you do it? Are you going to kill them completely?"

This coincides with Makino Jun's idea. The Chinese Signal Corps and the Japanese Lieutenant Colonel are players in the same level at the moment.

"You kid, you must have heard too many romance novels! What's the crane-crested red here? There are deadly poisons like arsenic, but that stuff smells like chemicals. Do you think the Japanese are fools?" Tang Dao Looking at the little signal soldier, he looked like he was asking for answers. He couldn't help but feel a little funny, but he also explained patiently.

"To be honest, the most terrifying poison is cyanide. It only takes a few milligrams to kill an adult. This is not to say that it is not easy to use, but because it only takes a Japanese soldier or a few people to make the poison. If a Japanese soldier dies, the Japanese will be more vigilant and abstain from all potentially harmful food and water, but the effect will be small.

However, diarrhea is inherently time-sensitive, and there will never be a scale effect within twenty minutes and a half. This will instead increase the number of people affected by it.

I just had some bad luck. I didn’t expect the Japanese to only use the bags of rice I specially mixed with medicinal powder at dinner in the evening. If I use it at noon, it will look better in the afternoon! "Tang Dao sighed slightly, not very satisfied with his luck.

Jiro Wakibata was very cautious and ordered every package of rice to be randomly inspected. However, one or two of the horses responsible for inspecting the ingredients suddenly became diarrhea. Who would care?

 “Haha, sir, you are so poisonous!” Erya couldn’t stop laughing.

It is estimated that the embarrassment of the Japanese soldiers charging while lifting their trousers could not help but appear in his mind.

"Erya! I've told you before that you can't say things like 'you're good or bad' or 'you're poisonous' to men." Tang Dao said as he prepared to take off his clothes.

 “Got it, sir!” Erya turned around quickly and ran faster than a rabbit. "I'll inform the brothers."

“They are all men, so afraid of birds!” Tang Dao shook his head, not quite understanding the psychology of his communications soldier.

He has carefully observed that this child has a very flat chest and a rough voice. Only if he is not a man, he has seen a ghost.

In the warehouse, led by Tang Dao, who was the first to strip naked, a large group of gentlemen jumped into the cold river water and took a happy bath for the first time in a month and a half.

If the two bathing pools were not long enough, the water would become muddy.

 You won’t know until you wash it off. Once you wash it off, you’ll realize the smell of your clothes! No wonder the beautiful reporter sniffed involuntarily when she entered the room!

As the first wave of bathing, the officers and soldiers of the three platoons of the company turned into hard-working family men and washed their clothes diligently.

Anyway, Tang Dao said that the Japanese had no time at night and there was no need to fight.

 Having washed the clothes, lit a campfire to dry them, and slept warmly on the bedroll, it was a rare and beautiful thing.

A certain officer who won money in the morning also came with the icing on the cake, asking Erya to announce military merits, and Lao Bapan carried the money bag to hand out the rewards on the spot.

  Naturally, there was a burst of cheers, completely forgetting that it was their own money.

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