People can hold in their urine, but not their feces.
The sphincter muscles contracted and tightened, trying to maintain the last line of defense. However, all this was in vain. Along with strong stomach pain and a sense of stagnation, Shimura Kikujiro's complexion changed drastically, and his consciousness and thinking were completely occupied by the internal reactions of the body.
At this moment, facing the torrent of impact, he could hardly hold on.
The whole person glanced around, and there were many companions around who were returning to regroup. As a soldier of the 8th Squadron, Shimura Kikujiro no longer paid attention to the orders of his superiors. Even if he was scolded, he had to finish the shit.
As an Imperial student and writer, he didn't want to experience the feeling of having shit in his pants.
Looking around, he found a good location not far away. Shimura Kikujiro's eyes suddenly lit up and he ran over quickly.
Under the darkness of night, no one noticed Shimura Kikujiro's movements.
Arriving at this small slope holding his stomach, Shimura Kikujiro couldn't wait to take off his pants, squat down, and began to release the feeling that had been accumulated in his body for a long time.
In one word, cool.
On the other side, all the Japanese soldiers of the third group who participated in the exercise have quickly returned to the assembly point and lined up. All the Japanese soldiers, who have consumed a lot of physical strength and energy, are covered in sweat and panting. The weather is too hot and they will sweat even if they move a little. Not to mention launching high-intensity military exercises.
All the members of the Third Battalion barely maintained an orderly queue. Each squadron leader took a short rest and then began to count the number of people. Captain Ichiki Kiyoshi stood upright in front of the queue, gazing with satisfaction at this group of soldiers who had undergone strict training and maintained military discipline. In his eyes, Come, these are all the best warriors of the Japanese Empire.
"Report to the captain!" At this moment, a figure rushing towards him suddenly appeared in the queue. He saw Setsuro Shimizu, the captain of the 8th Squadron, running over and standing in front of Ichiki Qingnao, with an eager look on his face. .
Captain Ichiki Kiyoshi saw this and asked, "Qingshui-kun, what happened?"
"After an inventory, our team's second-class soldier Shimura Kikujiro is no longer there. He is suspected of being lost. Please let me send someone to look for him. He is the latest recruit to serve. He is not familiar with this area and is very easy to lose his way." Setsuro Shimizu straightened his back. , saluted with his right hand, and quickly reported what he had just discovered during the head count.
"What, lost?" Captain Ichiki Qingzhi was startled when he heard this, his face showed joy, and his eyes couldn't help but look at Sato standing next to him.
Captain Sato Senji saw this look and instantly understood what his captain meant. He nodded with a trace of expectation in his eyes.
"yes!"
Setsuro Kiyomizu lowered his head and replied: "I will personally lead the search and find Private Shimura Kikujiro as soon as possible."
"Qingshui-kun, this matter is very important. I think we should return to the camp and report to the captain. Wait for the captain to give instructions. If nothing happens, you will go to Wanping City to find Shimura-kun. Just like the lost army horse before, understand. What do I mean?" Ichiki Kiyoshi stared at Setsuro Kiyomizu and said slowly.
Like the lost military horse before?
The lost military horse in Fengtai?
Hearing the captain's words, Setsuro Shimizu still didn't understand. There was a hint of excitement in his eyes. The Emperor was on top. This was going to be a repeat of the military horse incident.
At this moment, he knew that the captain would not blame him for the missing soldiers of the 8th Squadron, and the matter had been shifted to looking for the missing Shimura Kikujiro from the Chinese!
As a new recruit, Shimura Kikujiro was not familiar with the Marco Polo Bridge area. The distance between the exercise area and the permanent camp was about five or six kilometers. If the Third Battalion returned to the camp first, no matter what Shimura Kikujiro was doing, he would eventually lose his way.
Excited!
excited!
expect!
Setsuro Shimizu knew what would happen next, and even more what it meant to him.
He suppressed the excitement in his heart and nodded: "Hi! I understand, Your Excellency Captain!"
"Everyone is here, march quickly and return to the camp quickly!" Seeing Qingshui Jielang understand the meaning, Ichiki Qingzhi's eyes were filled with satisfaction. He turned his head and glanced at Wanping City on the other side of the river, showing a proud and expectant smile, and immediately Issued orders to the third brigade, which had just finished counting their numbers.
There is no previous speech, no previous speech, now, the most important thing is leaving the exercise area, making this private completely lost.
Secondly, gather all the troops of the entire brigade!
The assembled third brigade obeyed the order and quickly transitioned into a forced march, leaving the assembly point and heading towards the camp.
"It feels so comfortable. It's time to go back. The squadron leader will definitely scold me again, and the squad leader will scold me too..."
Kikujiro Shimura, who was squatting under the small slope, wiped his buttocks with a branch, kicked some dirt with his right foot to cover it up, packed his clothes and pants, and after having a bowel movement, his stomach finally stopped hurting. When he stood up After that, I suddenly discovered an unexpected situation.
"Nani?! Where is our team?!" Looking at the empty assembly point, Shimura Kikujiro looked confused.
All the companions and officers disappeared, and hundreds of them disappeared without a trace.
Your Majesty the Emperor, what is going on? !
Have you gone back?
Why didn't you notice my absence?
idiot!
How should I go back?
In the dark night and sultry environment, Shimura Kikujiro swallowed his throat, picked up the Type 38 rifle next to him with his right hand, held it in his hand, on combat alert, and walked along the route in his memory.
He had to return to the military camp as soon as possible. Otherwise, the situation would be terrible. What awaited him would be endless ridicule and insults, as well as criticism from the squadron leader.
…
The camp headquarters of the Japanese Third Battalion.
"A Japanese Imperial soldier is suspected of being lost during the exercise?! Mr. Ichiki, your news comes at a very timely time. It is now 10:30 in the evening. You immediately send people to Wanping City to find those Chinese people. Ask them to hand over our soldiers. If they don’t hand over our soldiers, they will go to the city to search for them on the grounds that they suspect the other party of kidnapping our soldiers!” On the phone, as the supreme commander of the First Wing of the Riverside Brigade of the Chinese Garrison Army, the Wing Captain Colonel Mutaguchi Renya was extremely excited in his words. After receiving a detailed report from Ichiki Kiyonao, he quickly issued an order.
coming.
The opportunity came.
Finally they found a perfect excuse. Now it doesn't matter why the private did not return to the team. Anyway, he was lost near the Marco Polo Bridge!
Not only that, there is also the possibility of being kidnapped by the Chinese.
As for whether this situation is true?
Does it matter?
"Hi! Your Excellency, Captain, I will immediately send someone to Wanping City to negotiate." Captain Yimu Qingzhi nodded and said.
After hanging up the phone, Ichiki Qingzhi, whose eyes were full of expectation, quickly left the headquarters war room and came outside. At this moment, all 1,099 soldiers of the Third Brigade had been assembled, loaded with live ammunition, and weapons and ammunition were distributed. Finished, in combat mode.
"The Point Guard Is Here"
Seeing this scene, Ichiki Qingzhi sneered and gave an order to order the troops to set off.
This time, he wanted to make the 219th Regiment on the other side of the river feel the power of the Imperial Japanese Army, make them fearful, and make them afraid.
The Third Battalion left the station in a mighty manner and marched towards the Marco Polo Bridge three kilometers away in a combat march. Not long after, the leading troops of the Third Battalion entered the Marco Polo Bridge area and immediately attracted the attention of the defenders on the bridge.
