Songmaoling, the position of the Japanese independent fifth brigade
Konishi Jiro is carefully collecting the "golden liquid" with a military kettle. As the drinking water added every day becomes less and less, the "golden liquid" that can be produced becomes less and less, and it becomes more and more viscous!
It has little water content and is full of minerals. It tastes bitter when you drink it, just like the brine after pickling salted fish in your hometown. Anyone who can drink it is a warrior.
Although this thing is disgusting, it can save lives, so it is already a hard currency comparable to gold on the battlefield. Someone once wanted to exchange a small yellow croaker for half a pot of gold liquid, but failed!
If your life is gone, why do you need money? Gold can neither be used as food nor as water, so it is of no use at all.
Xiaoxi carefully held the little gold liquid he collected and was about to enjoy it. Suddenly, a big hand snatched it away. Before he could react, Sergeant Nakayama Ichiro drank it all in a flash. After drinking it, I licked it with my fishy tongue, still not satisfied.
The fire of anger in Konishijiro's eyes almost burst out. This was a little "gold liquid" that saved his life!
"Bagaya Road, what are you looking at? Look at the dead ground again!"
After Ichiro Nakayama finished cursing, his hand grasped the handle of the saber.
Within the Japs, the hierarchy is very strict. Xiaoxi is just a superior soldier, and he cannot fight against the sergeant;
Although Zhongshan did not dare to chop Xiaoxi with a knife, he gave Xiaoxi a few slaps and kicks. According to military regulations, Xiaoxi had to bow to Zhongshan and thank him for his advice.
Now that the gold liquid that he had worked so hard to collect had been snatched away by Zhongshan and drank, there was no point in trying to fight for Zhongshan. Xiaoxi gritted his teeth and endured this breath, and bowed to Zhongshan in humiliation.
Nakayama Ichiro nodded with satisfaction, removed his hand from the handle of the knife, and walked away!
Xiaoxi now begins to envy Omori, and before leaving her hometown, Junko, whom he regarded as a treasure, slept into Hanako;
When there was food and water, Xiaoxi was sent to the arms of Amaterasu. Looking back now, it was simply helping him!
Now Xiaoxi can only get half a rice ball a day, and less than 50 ml of drinking water, which can't even be filled in one mouthful. She can only replenish her water by collecting disgusting gold liquid every day. Living in such humiliation is better than death!
The Japanese organization on the position was in chaos. There were only 5 people left in Xiaoxi's detachment and 17 people in the squad. The squadron had just managed to gather a full squad, and the ammunition was still sufficient, because the Eighth Route Army had not launched many attacks.
The Japs did launch two breakouts, but they were swept back by the Eighth Route Army's machine guns. There was no point except leaving corpses on the ground!
During the charge, many Japanese soldiers would even fall down and then be unable to get up. Fighting is a physical job. Without food and water for several days in a row, most soldiers could no longer withstand high-intensity combat;
They are just a bunch of zombies now!
"Bagayalu, long live His Majesty the Emperor!"
A Japanese soldier shouted slogans, rushed out of the trench with a 38-meter cover, and rushed towards the position of the Songmaoling guerrilla brigade...
"Uehara-kun!"
"Bah!"
A bullet flying at high speed accurately hit his face, drilling a huge bloody hole. It was too horrible to look at!
The moment Uehara fell, a relieved smile appeared on his face. He seemed to see the cherry blossoms all over the mountains and fields in his hometown...
300 meters away, using the 6x scope sniper rifle in his hand, he sent Hu Jingwen, who had returned to her hometown, a satisfied smile on her face, and there was one more dense scratch on the butt of the gun.
A Japanese dog's life is only worth a scratch to her!
Uehara's death did not cause much disturbance among the Japs. Only his friend called out to Uehara-kun, and then continued to lean numbly in the trench to save his energy. The shout just now had consumed a lot of his energy. He already regretted it.
Another day passed, and it was still Songmaoling, and it was still the same group of Japs struggling to their death.
Late at night, with a bright moon in the sky, the position was illuminated like daylight, but the Eighth Route Army still did not launch an attack;
The front lines of the two sides' positions were facing each other two or three hundred meters apart. No one bothered the other. It was as if the Eighth Route Army had forgotten them!
This is the shame of the Fifth Brigade. They were ignored by their enemies like a vacuum, without even the basic respect of their opponents.
Konishijiro is still struggling to live, his throat is dry and cracked;
In the past day, he only received less than 50 ml of water, and no gold liquid was produced. The 50 ml of water disappeared without a trace before it reached the bladder!
He no longer thinks about the emperor, he only thinks about his mother's milk, how sweet it is...
"Sakura! Sakura!"
In the late spring sky in March
Cloudless and clear
Like colorful clouds, like white clouds
So fragrant and so beautiful
Come on! Come quickly!
Let’s go see cherry blossoms together”
…
In the silent night, a sad and beautiful song suddenly floated up, it was "Sakura"!
"Sakura" in my hometown!
Konishijiro burst into tears. He remembered the cherry blossom tree in front of Junko's door. On many moonlit nights, he and Junko touched and scratched under the cherry blossom tree together, and listened to Junko singing the beautiful "Sakura". At that time, he could not deeply understand it. When it comes to the deep meaning in the lyrics, my thoughts are not there at all...
"Youth is so wonderful! Why should I come to China?"
"Fuck the jihad! I want to go home!"
…
"Bagayalu! This is the psychological warfare of the Eighth Route Army. No one is allowed to listen! No one is allowed to sing!!"
Captain Sugiyama, the leader of the Japanese squadron, was a China expert. He had realized that this was the Eighth Route Army's "embarrassment on all sides" plan, and he tried his best to stop his soldiers from singing cherry blossoms with the Eighth Route Army, but unfortunately it had no effect at all.
More and more Japs on the battlefield sang cherry blossoms to Li Chenxi's singing...
Just like the lyrics say - go see the cherry blossoms together!
Singing is contagious, and homesickness is even more so.
"Captain Li, I didn't expect you to know the Japanese bird song!"
"Captain Yan, what is the Japanese bird song? This is the Japanese homesickness song, Sakura. I learned it from a senior sister when I was in school!"
"What senior? She must be a Japanese girl, tell me honestly, have you done anything to anyone?
This is a matter of revolutionary stance. If so, stay away from Hu Jingwen in the future! "
Yan Haoyu suddenly realized that his last sentence had revealed something. He quickly diverted Li Chenxi's attention and said righteously:
"Why are you looking at me like that? Tell me about your own problems."
Li Chenxi said angrily:
"Old Yan, don't think about blaming me, don't you hear me? She's a female senior!
And it was before the war started. As soon as the war started, I went back to Lijiacun, and she also went back to the Japanese den;
If we met on the battlefield, it would only be a matter of bullets! "
Yan Haoyu looked at Li Chenxi doubtfully, why did he not believe the words of the pretty boy in front of him?
He felt that after the battle was over, it was necessary to carefully remind Comrade Hu Jingwen!
Now, he has no time to talk about these bad things with Li Chenxi, because something happened on the Japanese battlefield that shocked his jaw——
Groups of Japanese soldiers, carrying rifles and singing bird songs that he couldn't understand, floated towards the guerrilla brigade's position like groups of ghosts...
Walking in the front row is Konishi Ichiro. He has had enough of the stinky smell of gold liquid and wants to go home!
“Let’s go see the cherry blossoms together!”
"Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta..."
