Even Feng Manying couldn't help but feel horrified by this set of smooth disposal methods. However, after he came to his senses, he asked a question:
"Mr. Li, Mr. Zeng, this method of elimination is very intimidating, but the speed seems to be too slow. How many Fuso people have you eliminated in total now?"
Zeng Zhilong took the small book handed by the adjutant, opened the report and reported: "Military seat, judging from the current situation, there should be 50,000 Fuso people."
"And the clearance work is still continuing. Most of the clearance sites are currently outside Qingdao. The largest clearance site in the city should be at the No. 3 cargo terminal at the other end of the Fuso Concession."
Feng Manying affirmed, "Then your work efficiency is still very good. Check whether the soldiers are doing a good job or not. Don't let a Japanese go by during the operation, but don't accidentally injure a Chinese citizen."
"Military seat, there should be no problem with the screening. These Fuso people basically live in the Fuso Concession, and when our soldiers conduct searches, they will strictly review them according to the screening manual, and they will never kill by mistake." After Li Yuanjie finished speaking, he also He took out a pamphlet from his body.
Although the Fusang people and the Chinese people are both of the yellow race, it is actually not difficult to distinguish the two.
First of all, there is a huge gap between the two in terms of body shape, appearance, accent, skin color...
Secondly, there is the living habits of the two. Fuso people like to wear wooden clogs, so the first and second toes on the soles of their feet will be deformed.
In addition, you can also screen based on teeth, walking posture, etc.
After Feng Manying read the screening manual again, he showed a satisfied expression on his face and immediately waved his hand, "Let's go to the cargo terminal to have a look."
…
At No. 3 Cargo Terminal, the waves hit the embankment, turning up layers of snow-white spray.
This is the earliest cargo terminal in Qingdao. There are 12 huge pure wooden warehouses. However, because they are very old and have not been well decorated, these warehouses have long been dilapidated.
20 Sherman H5 fire-breathing tanks were parked quietly around the dock square.
The tank crews were also busy delivering M88 white phosphorus bombs into the turret, or adding napalm to the fuel storage tank.
More than fifty soldiers put their assault rifles on their backs, replaced them with an Arisaka 38 rifle equipped with a bayonet, and came to the barbed wire fence where Fuso residents were imprisoned.
Violence drove out the four hundred Fuso men who were bound by ropes, took them to the warehouse, and drove them into the overcrowded warehouse.
"Don't waste time, let me in!"
"Don't dawdle, hurry up!"
Looking at the stacked warehouses, the faces of these Japanese were undoubtedly flashing with panic, as if the God of Death was already standing behind them, holding their sickles high and ready to strike.
A woman in kimono pulled a child and squeezed out of the crowd. In Chinese, which she was not very proficient in, she prayed to a second lieutenant military doctor who was watching:
"Please, please keep my child. No matter what, the child is innocent after all."
Seeing the woman in front of him bursting into tears, the military doctor hugged the six or seven-year-old boy to his side and said, "Okay, you can keep the child."
"Thank you!"
Under the threat of bayonets, these hundreds of Japanese were finally forced to squeeze into the crowded warehouse. At this time, there were about 2,000 Japanese in the warehouse.
The soldiers skillfully closed the door and locked it. As soon as a Japanese man popped his head out through the gap, he was shot in the head by a sniper from the Patriot Army on the commanding heights.
Unexpectedly, another infant child was suddenly thrown out of the vent of the warehouse. The soldier hurriedly picked it up and threw it back without mercy.
Then he took out a wooden board and a hammer and quickly sealed the gaps and vents in the wooden wall of the warehouse.
"Retreat immediately!"
After the soldiers evacuated to a safe distance, 20 Sherman H5 Spitfire tanks slowly drove over. As the officer waved violently, they immediately launched a salvo at the warehouse.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Dozens of white phosphorus bombs roared into the warehouse and were quickly detonated. The white phosphorus inside the warhead was ignited and fell on the Japanese like heavy snow. Hell-like howls immediately sounded in the warehouse.
Obviously, these Japanese people are protesting, saying that the 800-degree white phosphorus sauna is not comfortable enough. They follow the principle that they are guests after coming from afar.
In order to reflect the hospitality of the Chinese people, the tanks approached the warehouse one after another with tacit understanding, and the tank commander pressed the on-board POA-CWS-H1 flamethrower switch.
"laugh!"
Dozens of blazing fire dragons, hundreds of meters long, surged out from the spray guns, using their 1,300-degree flames to continue sending "heating gift packages" to the Japanese in the warehouse, making them scream in excitement.
Fueled by human body fat, the fire raged through the wooden warehouse like a violent storm, engulfing everything in a sea of blazing fire.
Many soldiers of the Patriot Army stood on the spot, watching the spectacular and magnificent scene in front of them.
The military doctor just now was naturally among them. He took out a candy from his pocket and stuffed one into the mouth of the little boy wearing a kimono in his arms.
While the little boy was enjoying his meal, he shouted in Japanese shit: "Oh vaguely!"
The military doctor pulled out the Ruger P38 pistol from his waist, quickly opened the safety, loaded the gun, then put the muzzle of the gun into the little boy's mouth and pulled the trigger.
"boom!"
Blood spattered the military doctor's face. He took off his white gloves expressionlessly and wiped the blood off his face, as if he was just doing something commonplace.
As soon as Feng Manying got out of the car, he saw this scene, with an expression of appreciation on his face, "Well, this young man is young, but he is very decisive in killing, not bad!"
Li Yuanjie looked at the child's body on the ground without showing the slightest pity. He replied coldly: "No matter how small the wolf cub is, it is still a wild wolf. If I show mercy to it now, when it grows up in the future, it will be very difficult to survive." There is a high chance that they will pick up their guns, set foot on our soil again, and launch a brutal and inhumane invasion."
Zeng Zhilong is the same, the system soldiers have no emotions, "Huh, from ancient times to the present, the story of Mr. Dongguo and the evil wolf has been warning us. Some time ago, in Fuso Kingdom, a major earthquake occurred in the Kanto region, and the caring people in our country have stepped in to help. Disaster relief.”
"Who would have expected that these Japanese people would retaliate for kindness and actually organize soldiers and police to carry out wanton massacres of Chinese workers in Japan. More than 700 innocent Chinese were killed."
"If you ask me, we, the National Guard Army, must never be Mr. Dongguo. When dealing with the evil wolf of Fusang Kingdom, even if it is just a little evil wolf that is crying for food, we cannot have the slightest mercy. We must eradicate it."
Feng Manying turned around and educated the dozen or so officers accompanying him: "You, as grassroots officers, have just heard it. Remember, never question the commander-in-chief's decision. To deal with the Japanese, we must kill them until they are extinct, otherwise they will be destroyed in the future." It will become a serious problem for our country!"
The officers also responded sonorously and forcefully: "Yes! Military commander, we promise to show no mercy to all Fuso people, regardless of men, women, old or young!"
