At dawn, the Japanese military camp was in a mess, and Japanese and puppet soldiers were walking through the tents to clean up.
The corpses of Chinese soldiers wearing gray cloth uniforms were cleared out by the Japanese army, and they were all piled up in a pile indiscriminately.
"Brother, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to throw you. There are too many people and I can't lift it." When two puppet soldiers threw a Northeastern Army corpse next to the pile of corpses, one of them whispered. Nagging.
It was okay for the soldier not to speak, but when he spoke, his mouth tilted involuntarily, because he was Meng Laowai.
At this time, Meng Laowai was mumbling, but he realized that the man he carried out was not a soldier.
Because there is a holster hanging on his waist.
And this holster is by no means a wooden or leather box like the box cannon, but it is an extremely compact one.
The holster has a snap button, so the holster should be equipped with a small gun.
Meng Laowai glanced around and saw that no one was paying attention to him, so he bent down and slid the holster down his belt.
"It seems that you are a high-ranking official. It is not easy to lead the charge. Don't let the Japanese fool you." Meng Laowai muttered again.
When the enemy and we are fighting, if one party kills the other party's officer, there is no doubt that it is a great achievement.
Meng Laowai hid the officer's gun holster, thus concealing the officer's identity and preventing his death from becoming the pride of the Japanese army.
But Meng Laowai didn't know that the body he was dealing with at this time belonged to the commander of the 29th Army.
"Keep your voice down, let the Japanese listen!" his companion who worked with him reminded him.
"Oh, they are all heroes, they are all better than us!" Although Meng Laowai lowered his voice, he couldn't help but sigh.
"That's right, haven't you seen that the Japanese died more miserably than ours?" His companion echoed in a low voice.
The two of them glanced at a spacious place involuntarily.
In front of them were the corpses of the 29th Army Sword Team.
After a night of fierce fighting, the broadsword team of the 29th Army has now been defeated by the Japanese army.
This is the territory of the Japanese army. As the defeated party, those who died in the war will certainly not receive favor from the Japanese army.
All the corpses were randomly thrown and piled together. When hundreds of corpses were piled together, they looked like a hill. It's shocking to watch.
But how good were the Japanese troops?
As the victorious party, when collecting the dead in the battle, of course they would not throw them away like this.
The corpses of the Japanese soldiers had been carried out by the Japanese and puppet troops, and they were neatly arranged in a spacious place, and some were even covered with white cloth.
In terms of orderly arrangement, the war dead of the Japanese army are absolutely different from the dead of the Northwest Army's Swordsman Corps.
But the problem is that not only are the Japanese soldiers who died in the battle arranged neatly, but the necks of a large number of them are even more neatly arranged!
And what is it called?
How can there be a saying that the necks are arranged neatly?
The reason is. That part of the Japanese army actually had no heads!
In the night attack of the 29th Army Sword Team last night, all their heads were chopped off, and there were countless other parts of their bodies that were cut into by the sword.
The number of dead on both sides was about the same, but there were many heads lost on the Japanese side, which was different from the sensory point of view.
If the bodies of the Northwestern Army soldiers who died at this time were embarrassed and messy, then the bodies of the Japanese soldiers who died in battle gave people the feeling of rash and trembling!
"***, ***", suddenly, in this oppressive and silent atmosphere, a Japanese soldier shouted hysterically.
His shout naturally attracted everyone's attention.
Meng Laowai and his companions looked towards a tent, and then they saw a Japanese soldier being carried out 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 to mark his neck, as if he was telling the horrifying experience he had experienced last night.
At this time, this guy saw the corpses of his companions lying on the ground outside the tent, and then he squatted down with a scream and scratched his head randomly with both hands!
"Scared me crazy!" Meng Laowai's companion whispered.
This companion of Meng Laowai was the one who, like Meng Laowai, also discovered that Shang Zhen and the others were sheltered on the top of the mountain.
Although his mouth is neither crooked nor stuttering, he and Meng Laowai are definitely besties.
Meng Laowai protected the anti-Japanese elements and even gave people food. He was just watching out below. Wasn't he just a best friend?
"I used to be so awesome as a Japanese, but now it seems that I am just that stupid!" Meng Laowai's mood suddenly improved after seeing the heavy casualties of the 29th Army.
"Didn't you hear what Fatty said? Japanese people are most afraid of losing their heads. They believe that their souls are in their heads. If their heads are chopped off, their souls will not be able to return to little Japan." He The companion muttered again.
The fat man he was talking about was a translator.
"Those who cannot return to Little Japan, this is China's territory, where is there any place to store their souls? Do we want to put their heads in urine jars? Where can we find so many urine jars?" Mr. Meng He said crookedly, and he stopped stuttering out of happiness and viciousness.
The Japanese soldier, who was obviously mentally stimulated, was still howling hysterically.
Although the Japanese and puppet soldiers who were carrying dead bodies out of the tent would not move forward, they did not work anymore and just looked there.
There was fear and sadness in the eyes of the Japanese army, but there was an imperceptible schadenfreude in the eyes of the puppet soldiers, including the officers of the puppet army.
"Baga!" The Japanese soldier's performance finally alerted the Japanese officer.
A Japanese captain stepped forward, raised his leg and kicked the yelling Japanese soldier on the shoulder, knocking him to the ground.
But at this moment, there was the sound of horse hoofbeats. When Meng Lao turned his head, he saw more than a dozen Japanese soldiers coming on war horses.
But among the ten or so people, half were wearing shiny leather boots. There was no doubt that the Japanese army was here to show off!
"What are you looking at? Let's all go to work!" the puppet army officer shouted, and the puppet army started to move again.
There is a Chinese saying that if you look at things you shouldn't look at, your eyes will get rotten.
Now that the Japanese army is in misfortune, and their puppet troops are watching from the side, if Bateng, who has no eyesight and has no vision, continues to be happy, wouldn't he, an officer, also be in misfortune?
Meng Laowai took his companion and walked towards the tent.
"What are you going back for? No one is dead inside!" said his companion.
"You're stupid, the cat is still inside watching the scenery!" Meng Laowai replied in a low voice.
In his heart, Meng Laowai really wanted to see what the Japanese officer would look like when he saw so many people on his side had lost their heads. He even thought that if the Japanese officer got angry, Just pull out your knife and chop the howling Japanese soldier to death!
So a moment later, Meng Laowai and his companions hid in the tent and looked out through the gun holes in the tent.
But what made Meng Laowai regretful was that 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 had been frightened into psychosis. of.
But just after the military camp was cleaned, 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 for the puppet troops to go to the front line.
