Miyama Xia Shu raised his hands not to surrender, not to mention that even if he wanted to surrender, he could not save his life. Even if he was not killed by the bullets of the Chinese soldiers, the serious injuries to his legs would not allow him to survive.
But at this moment, his inherent view of the Chinese army was overturned by the force in front of him.
They are well-trained, have superb tactical abilities, and have rich combat experience. In particular, they are very knowledgeable and targeted about the tactics and combat habits of the imperial army.
"This is a force that exists specifically to deal with the Imperial Army."
This was the first conclusion Mishanxiashu came to at this time.
But what chilled him even more was the battlefield discipline and execution displayed by these Chinese soldiers, as well as their disregard for the lives of their enemies.
Like someone from another world.
Therefore, before he died, he suddenly had an urgent desire to see who could train and lead such an army. If there were many such armies in China, then the empire intended to conquer This country's dream may be shattered.
When Zhou Wen led a group of officers to the tree at the foot of Mishan Mountain, what he saw was a Japanese major with a sallow complexion sitting upright on the ground.
Miyama Xia Shu stared at the Chinese soldier in front of him with eyes that were starting to become cloudy. He could tell at a glance that the ridiculously young officer in front of him must be the commander of this unit.
Although his attire looks the same as that of other soldiers, he also wears a steel helmet, a camouflage combat uniform under a white cloak, neat leggings on his calves, and high-waisted combat boots.
Moreover, Miyamashita was still able to identify them. They were German mountain combat boots, which were only equipped in a few units of the German army. This was something Miyamashita learned about when the Beast Brigade received a German military inspection group.
But there was an aura about this officer, a sharp aura with a sword unsheathed, and the confidence and temperament displayed by him walking at the front of the team.
He can be identified as a colonel from the three golden triangles on the red-edged and blue collar badge of his combat uniform.
"Why not take prisoners?"
At this time, Yoneyama Shitaki was eager to know the first answer. He didn't have much time, so he went straight to the topic.
"Because you don't deserve it, because we don't need it."
"You...yours is not a warrior, yours is a massacre."
Mi Shanxiashu didn't expect that Zhou Wen wouldn't give him any face, and he was a little angry.
Zhou Wen doesn't have much patience and beeps with a dying person.
The reason why he was interested in coming over to meet this major, who was obviously the captain of the Japanese army, was actually to see what the commander of the Yoneyama advance team who was mentioned in later history looked like. It was purely to satisfy his curiosity. .
But when he heard that this executioner, whose hands were stained with the blood of Chinese soldiers and civilians, shamelessly condemned himself from a moral standpoint, he couldn't help but laugh in anger.
He pointed at the tree under Mishan Mountain and said in pure Japanese: "You beasts in human skin have no qualifications to condemn me. From the time you insulted my women, invaded my land, massacred my civilians, and oppressed my people, From that moment on, you have committed a capital crime. Under any circumstances, on any battlefield, at any time and space, I have the right to sentence you to death."
Having said this, Zhou Wen turned around and looked at the brothers on the battlefield, as well as the constant gunshots, and said loudly: "This is the righteous gunshot of our Chinese soldiers, the gunshot of executing you criminals. As long as you have one day If you don’t withdraw from China’s territory, the gunfire will not stop until you are all killed.”
After saying that, he ignored Mi Shanxiashu, who was so angry that his eyes were turning white and foaming at the mouth, and he turned around and walked away with a long stride.
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In the evening of the same day, Zhao Changshu, who had just jumped off the platform from the train, felt quite comfortable watching his tiger troops jumping off the train carriages one by one.
Finally arrived at the anti-Japanese front line, where I could fulfill my long-cherished wish and have a real fight with the Japanese with real swords and guns. I wonder what happened to the advance detachment that had maintained radio silence for two days?
For Zhou Wen, his junior, he is not worried at all. His only concern is when will the little devil come?
At this moment, he saw his chief of staff, Zhu Jiang and Meng Yuting, walking over in a hurry. Zhu Jiang and Meng Yuting had joy on their faces. He couldn't help but ask: "What? Is there any news from the advance detachment?"
"Brigadier, I just received a call from the advance detachment. As expected by the scholar, the Japanese army really sent an advance detachment to strengthen the brigade to seize Lengkou Pass..."
Zhao Changshu was in great spirits. He waved his arms excitedly and said before Zhu Jiang finished his report: "Okay! Let the scholar generate electricity and think of ways to delay the enemy. I will lead the Second Regiment and the Guard Battalion to support immediately. We must use this force The Japanese army ate them up. This is my old Zhao’s first anti-Japanese battle. We have to make things more beautiful. A group of more than a thousand little devils will try to capture them all."
"Beard...beard!"
He turned around and was about to give an order to Zhang Huzi who was coming over, but he was pulled back by Zhu Jiang who looked a little embarrassed.
"Brigadier Commander, this... this Japanese advance team... is gone."
Zhu Jiang saw Zhao Shun Changshu's high-spirited and scolding momentum, and he really didn't want to dampen Zhao Changshu's enthusiasm, but he had to say it.
"Gone? Escaped? How did this scholar manage to scare people away?"
Seeing Zhu Jiang's hesitant expression, Meng Yuting suppressed a smile and reported: "The brigade commander didn't escape, he was eaten by our advance detachment. There are 1,428 people in a reinforced brigade of the Japanese army starting from the major captain to the captain. Destroyed, not one escaped and not a single prisoner was taken.”
"What? You have an advance detachment with only 1,200 people, and you also left a newly formed howitzer platoon to follow the main force, and you completely killed more than 1,400 Japs? Are the Japs pigs?"
Zhao Changshu couldn't believe it. Of course he knew how powerful Zhou Wen's mercenary group was, but he would not wipe out all the more than 1,400 Japanese troops while their troops were still weak. Those are not pigs, they are people. Can't they run away?
Zhao Changshu is a very experienced commander on the battlefield. He knows that no matter how powerful your combat effectiveness is and how ferocious your firepower is, the limitation of the number of troops will cause great limitations in the width and thickness of your battlefield, making it impossible to cover everything.
1,000 people surround 1,000 people. Unless it is in a specific battlefield environment, such as some dangerous terrain with cliffs on both sides, if you use heavy firepower to block the front and back, you can slowly wear the enemy to death.
But where along the Great Wall would there be such ideal ambush terrain? What's more, the Japanese troops are not idiots. Wouldn't they be able to form a long formation and divide their troops into small groups to pass through difficult terrain? Who on earth would plunge themselves into death in one fell swoop?
