The War of Resistance

It was dawn, and the Japanese barracks was in a mess, and soldiers from the Japanese and puppet army were walking through the tents to clean up.

The corpses of the Chinese soldiers in gray cloth military uniforms were cleared out by the Japanese army, and they were all piled up in a big pile indiscriminately.

"Brother, I'm offended. I didn't throw you on purpose. There are too many people, and I can't lift it." When two puppet soldiers threw a corpse of the Northeast Army beside the pile of corpses, one of them whispered Muttering.

It was fine for the soldier not to speak, but when he spoke, his mouth involuntarily twitched, because he was Meng Laowai.

At this moment, Meng Lao was muttering, but he realized that the person he carried out should not be a soldier.

Because people have pistol holsters hanging around their waists.

And this pistol holster is by no means the wooden or leather case of the box cannon, but the extraordinarily small one.

The top of the holster has a snap button, so the holster should be used to hold that kind of small gun.

Meng Laowai glanced around, seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he bent down and pulled the holster along his belt.

"It seems that you are a high-ranking official. It is not easy to take the lead in the charge, so don't let the Japanese bully you." Meng Laowai muttered again.

When the enemy and the enemy are fighting each other, if one side kills the other's officer, it will undoubtedly be a great achievement.

By hiding the officer's holster, Meng Laowai also concealed the officer's identity and prevented his death from becoming the pride of the Japanese army.

It's just that Meng Laowai didn't know that the corpse he was handling at this time belonged to the commander of the 29th Army.

"Keep your voice down, let the Japanese listen!" The companion who worked with him reminded.

"Hey, they are all heroes, stronger than us!" Although Meng Laowai lowered his voice, he couldn't help sighing.

"That is, didn't you see that the Japanese died worse than ours?" His companion echoed in a low voice.

The two involuntarily glanced at a spacious place.

In front of them are the corpses of the 29th Army Broadsword Team.

After a night of fierce fighting, the Broadsword Squadron of the 29th Army has been defeated by the Japanese army.

This is the territory of the Japanese army, and as the defeated party, those who died in battle would certainly not be treated favorably by the Japanese army.

All the corpses were randomly thrown and piled up together. When hundreds of corpses were piled up together, they looked like hills. It was shocking to watch.

But where did the Japanese army get better?

As the victor, when picking up his own dead, he certainly wouldn't throw them around like this.

The corpses of those Japanese soldiers had been carried out by the Japanese and puppet troops, and they were neatly arranged in a spacious place, and some of them were even covered with white cloth.

In terms of orderly arrangement, the Japanese army's dead are absolutely different from those of the Northwest Army's Broadsword Squad.

But the problem is that the Japanese soldiers who died in battle were not only arranged neatly, but the necks of a large part of them were even more neat!

And what is it called?

How can there be a saying that the necks are neatly arranged?

The reason is. That part of the Japanese army lost its head!

Their heads were all cut off in the night attack of the 29th Army Broadsword Team last night. As for those who were hacked into other parts of the body by the swords, there are countless.

The number of deaths between the enemy and the enemy was about the same, but the Japanese army had a lot of heads lost. This is different from the senses.

If the corpses of the soldiers of the Northwest Army who died at this time were a kind of embarrassment and mess, then the corpses of the Japanese soldiers who died in battle gave people the feeling of rash and trembling!

"***, ***", suddenly, in this silent and oppressive atmosphere, a Japanese soldier shouted hysterically.

His cry naturally attracted everyone's attention.

Meng Laowai and his companions looked towards a tent, when they saw a Japanese soldier being set up by other Japanese soldiers.

Meng Laowai didn't know what the Japanese soldier was talking about, but the Japanese soldier was using one of his palms as a machete and gesturing at his neck, as if he was telling the terrifying experience he had experienced last night.

At this time, this guy saw the corpse of his companion lying on the ground outside the tent, and then squatted down screaming, scratching randomly on his head with both hands!

"I'm so scared!" Meng Laowai's companion whispered.

This companion of Meng Laowai was exactly the same as Meng Laowai, who also discovered that Shang Zhen and the others had been sheltered on the top of the mountain.

Although his mouth isn't crooked and he doesn't stutter, he and Meng Laowai are definitely buddies.

Meng Laowai sheltered the anti-Japanese elements and gave them food. He was watching the wind below. Isn't that a buddy?

"It turned out that I was so awesome as a Japanese, and now it seems that it is such a **** thing!" Meng Laowai, who had seen the heavy casualties of the 29th Army, suddenly felt better.

"Haven't you heard what the fat man said? The Japanese are most afraid of losing their heads. They believe that their souls are in their heads. If their heads are cut off, their souls will not be able to return to Little Japan." He said The companion muttered again.

The fat man he was talking about was a translator.

"If you can't go back to Little Japan, this is China's territory. How can there be room for their souls? Are they going to put all their heads in urine jars? Where can I find so many urine jars?" Mr. Meng Crookedly speaking, he no longer stutters because of joy or viciousness.

The obviously mentally stimulated Japanese soldier was still howling hysterically.

Although the soldiers of the Japanese and puppet soldiers who were carrying the dead bodies out of the tent would not move forward, they didn't do their work either, so they just looked there.

There was fear and sorrow in the eyes of the Japanese army, but there was an imperceptible gloating in the eyes of the puppet soldiers, including the officers of the puppet army.

"Baga!" The performance of the Japanese soldier finally alarmed the Japanese officer.

A Japanese captain stepped forward and kicked the screaming Japanese soldier on the shoulder, kicking him to the ground.

But at this moment, there was the sound of horseshoes, and when Lao Meng turned his head, he saw more than a dozen Japanese soldiers approaching on horseback.

But half of the ten or so people were wearing shiny leather boots. There is no doubt that this is a high-ranking official from the Japanese army!

"What are you looking at? Let's all go to work!" The puppet army officers shouted, and the puppet soldiers started to move again.

There is a Chinese saying that if you look at things you shouldn't see, your eyes will be rotten.

Now that the Japanese army is in bad luck, and their puppet army is watching this way, if some tiger, Ba Teng, has no eyesight and laughs again, wouldn't even he, an officer, be unlucky?

Meng Laowai pulled his companion and walked into the tent.

"Why go back? No one is dead inside!" said his companion.

"Stupid you, the cat is watching the scenery inside!" Meng Laowai replied in a low voice.

Meng Laowai really wanted to see the Japanese military officer who came over, and what kind of expression he would have when he saw so many people on his side losing their heads. He even felt that if the Japanese military officer got angry Pull out the knife and hack the howling Japanese soldier to death!

After a while, Meng Laowai and his companions hid in the tent and looked out through the gun holes in the tent.

But to Meng Laowai's regret, the Japanese officer's expression was blocked by other Japanese soldiers, but he didn't see anything, and he didn't know how the Japanese officer dealt with the Japanese soldier who was scared out of his mind of.

But just after the barracks were cleaned up, the puppet soldiers were gathered together.

At this time, their officers told them that they had moved the battlefield, and this time it was their turn to go to the front line.