What's more, this Japanese squad leader has a very good understanding of the abilities of the soldiers under his command. Although they have undergone strict recruit training, they also maintain certain military training subjects.
But the key is the lack of combat experience. Among the Japanese infantry series, the combat effectiveness is not even as good as the baggage regiment.
For example, during the two years of their engineering regiment in Northeast China and North Korea, because their opponents were all guerrillas who ran away with just a few shots, they never had the chance to go to the battlefield. Apart from building roads and bridges, they have never directly participated in any battles. The rifle shooting skills of most soldiers are not much better than that of a recruit who has just left the training camp.
Therefore, after setting off from Lingyuan, the small captain has been beating the drum in his heart, and he also knows that not only him, but also the commander of the company does not have much confidence, just look at his livid face since the departure. Just know.
After discovering those big pits and finding the bodies of the soldiers who died in battle, the squad leader's uneasiness continued to grow. Although he scolded and beat Taro Tanimura's subordinates sternly and inwardly, disdainful of their timidity and fear, he was actually covering up his own uneasiness.
Moreover, several of their officers with certain battlefield experience made an even more disturbing discovery, but they did not dare to speak out for fear of shaking the morale of the army.
It was the bullet holes on the corpses, the bullet holes on the white, deformed, swollen heads, as black as an abyss, that showed everyone the shooter's marksmanship and ruthlessness.
They turned over more than 100 bodies, and quite a few of them had been shot in the head, either in the forehead or the back of the head.
Only people with certain shooting skills and battlefield experience know how difficult it is to hit the enemy's head with one shot on the battlefield, but here, most of these jade imperial soldiers were shot in the head and fatally shot. .
This group of vigilantes has sharpshooters, many sharpshooters.
Just asking are you afraid?
The squad leader believes that the wing captain and other officers have also noticed it.
That's why the captain gave the order to search the village instead.
As soon as the commander's order came out, the squad leader noticed that most of the officers, including himself, let out a sigh of relief unconsciously.
However, although they were temporarily freed from unknown dangers, the military honor and warrior spirit they had cultivated since childhood were biting at their hearts like poisonous snakes.
Yes, they were scared today, shocked by the corpses and unknown opponents in front of them.
They did not show the bloodiness and fearlessness that imperial soldiers should have, and did not inspire the courage to avenge their companions. Instead, they retreated.
On the one hand, he was happy to be out of danger, but on the other hand, he was ashamed and ashamed. This contradictory emotion has been lingering in the heart of the team leader.
Until now when he saw these Chinese villagers trembling like lambs, their pitiful, helpless and incompetent expressions of letting others be slaughtered, for some reason, aroused a sense of rage in his heart.
Suddenly, as if he had found an outlet, his eyes were fixed on one person.
It was a half-grown boy about 10 years old. He was hiding behind someone, with his head on his head, not daring to look out.
But the devil's mustache captain's eyes were fixed on his feet.
I saw that this child was actually wearing a pair of half-worn Showa Type 5 military boots.
It can be seen that the appearance of this pair of suede leather shoes has been carefully cleaned, and the yellow fuzz is clearly visible.
However, these are the standard military shoes of the Japanese army. When the Japanese leader thought about the corpses that had been stripped down to their crotch cloths in the big pits, it was obvious where these military shoes came from.
This was actually the child's grandfather, Chai Jinxi, who was greedy for gain and got it under Chai Youde's nose when Zhou Wen and the others were piling the military shoes they had stripped off the Japanese corpses into a pile.
You must know that the little devil is short and has small feet. Generally, Chinese adults wear clothes that pinch their feet, so Zhou Wen and the others just piled them outside the yard and took them with them when they were about to leave. However, Chai Jinxi relied on his seniority to grab a pair that looked smaller in size and wanted to wear them for his precious grandson.
At that time, when Chai Youde saw it, he could only pretend not to see it, but he didn't know that this move would bring disaster to his eighth uncle.
"Baga!" the Japanese team leader yelled. He rushed up and picked up the child who was so frightened that he almost fainted. Before anyone could react, he threw him to the ground and beat a few people. roll.
With a "Wow" sound, the child cried out in pain and curled up. It was obvious at a glance that somewhere in his body had been broken.
But Captain Mustache raised his leg and stomped down the child's thin body. The child screamed and fainted from the pain. His little face was as white as a piece of white paper.
"No! Please, he's still a child."
Chai Jinxi was completely stunned and frightened, but the person on the ground was his precious grandson!
He hurriedly took a few steps forward and knelt in front of the squad leader. An old man who was almost seventy years old, with runny nose and tears streaming down his face, just held the Japs squad leader's trouser legs with both hands and begged repeatedly.
"Baga! Dead, dead."
But he saw this mustachioed devil yelling and cursing, with a ferocious smile on his face. With a "swish" sound, he pulled out his command knife and swung it down at Chai Jinxi.
Chai Jinxi's eyes were filled with tears and he didn't react at all. He only felt his arms go cold, and then his body felt lighter.
"Ah..." Screams resounded in the yard.
In the horrified eyes of his family, they saw Chai Youde's arms falling to the ground like two chopped firewood, one long and one short, and the fingers on the broken arm were still trembling on the ground.
After Chai Youde realized that his arms had moved, before the severe pain came, his eyes turned white, his head fell to the ground, and he fainted from fright.
"Dad!"
At this time, Chai Youde's eldest son and youngest son were crying and shouting, but their bodies were shaking even more violently. No one dared to step forward and fight the little devil.
Only Chai Youde's eldest daughter-in-law rushed out in one swift step, but she was running towards the child who was still twitching in pain while in a coma.
However, at this time, the Japs squad leader, who seemed to have found the murderer of his companions, completely erupted in the anger that had been accumulated in his heart for a long time. He just wants to kill people now, kill all the people in front of him.
With blood-red eyes, he grabbed the collar of the young Chinese village woman who ran past him, and when he pulled hard, he tore a hole in the collar of the woman.
Suddenly, a small piece of fair skin flashed before his eyes, but the young mother didn't notice it. She just wanted to see her child, hold the child in her arms, and use her mother's warmth to relieve the pain. His pain.
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