Chapter 53

Although the voice was not loud, the people around him could hear it clearly. In Japan, ancient families were of strict hierarchy. Although they tried to imitate Westernization after the Meiji Restoration, they learned inappropriately. The social hierarchy left behind in the past often restricted the Japanese's thinking.

"What did you say?!~You fat pig!" The soldier who was called a pariah by Yamada was exposed to his shortcomings and immediately fell into anger. His face turned red and he drew out his bayonet to teach him a lesson.

No Japanese soldier has been exposed to human blood. No one objected to the fight in the army. In addition to affecting the marching and the scolding of the superiors, as long as it doesn't kill anyone. However, seeing that the knife is going to kill someone, it may not kill the enemy, and a few of their own people will be killed first. Such unnecessary internal friction may cause them to sit together in the military court, and the Japanese soldiers next to them will be blocked.

Seeing that the soldier from a pariah dared to treat a noble family like him with such an attitude, Yamada Kanya was furious. His face was full of flesh and blood, and his eyes were almost protruding out, and he cursed a series of swear words. The 38 gun in his hand even pulled the bolt to kill the other party.

Everyone close to them surrounded them, some were persuading fights, some were watching the fun, and a small abnormal group of people appeared in the long marching team, which was a growing trend.

As if he noticed the unusual noise in the team, a small team leader rushed over, mouthing "Baga" full of words, and used the whip in his hand to slap people who seemed to be suspicious of trouble until the crowd was dispersed.

After a while, two people who seemed to be fighting for a life-and-death battle were pulled away from afar, but they were still within the range of mutual visible sight, staring at each other with resentful eyes from time to time.

Don’t look at the Japanese devils who invaded China and were united on the surface when they charged in a row, but in fact they were full of contradictions within themselves. This contradiction comes from contradictions in many aspects such as social class and family interests. If Japan had not launched a war of aggression against China, they temporarily alleviated these contradictions to a certain extent. These contradictions may even intensify to bring Japan back to the era of war in the civil war. There are also many contradictions among lower-level officers and soldiers, and even privately frame each other and shooting guns. This kind of internal violence is extremely common.

A very ordinary dispute has subsided, and the Japanese devil soldiers in the brigade continued to move forward as if nothing had happened.

The team that returned to peace began to chat as usual, and it was always depressed to work hard all the way. Fortunately, there was no official meeting to ask the soldiers below to shut up when they were on the way.

"China is so big and so many people. If they train like us and take the same weapons as us, what would it look like?"

The speaker was unintentional, the listener was intentional, and several quick-witted Japanese soldiers fought a cold war in unison. If that was the case, the military strength of the whole Japan was not swallowed up like a small boat being swallowed up by the huge waves of the sea, and there was not even a single shit left.

But soon they put aside this idea and began to laugh and laugh: "How is this possible? The Chinese are not united and they are a mess. They dare not resist. Have you ever seen arming the pigs with rifles and bayonets? No matter how much the pigs are armed, they are still pigs, and they are still slaughtered."

Suddenly, a hand covered with thick hair slapped heavily on the forehead of the Japanese soldier who had just started talking, scaring him to look back. It was their squad leader. The Japanese team leader glanced at him with no expression on his face, but said in a rough voice: "Boy, if you want to live longer, don't think about these things. Amaterasu will always bless our Yamato nation."

Chen Simao, hiding in the thatched bush, watched the Japanese soldiers pass by in a terrifying manner, while calculating the number of Japanese soldiers passing through. The more they reached the back, the paler they looked, and there were unprecedented numbers of Japanese soldiers along the way. There were six or seven thousand people passing by in front, and it seemed that most of them had not yet passed.

Just as Chen Simao held his breath and was quietly guarding the Japanese passing by, unexpectedly, a pheasant flew out of the bushes behind him, which attracted the Japanese's gaze and several telescopes glanced over.

Before he could get some time to move quietly, the Japanese mortars fired a tentative shot at the place where the pheasant flew. With a sound of blowing the thatched grass scattered everywhere, although it did not blow Chen Simao, it shook the branches of the thatched grass evacuated and exposed his figure.

"Eighth Route Army!" This is the first conditioned reflex of the Japanese.

"Say it!" Because I saw only one person, the Japanese officers excitedly pulled out their command knife and howled wildly at Chen Simaodi's hiding place.

"Bah!~Dog Japanese~" Chen Simao spat out the grassroots in his mouth. It was so unlucky. He didn't say anything. Before the mortar shells and dense bullets were shot at his hideout, he dragged the red tassel gun and ran away. He had no rifles in his hand. He was purely seeking death against such a large number of Japanese soldiers.

The dark chicken outside the corner of his eye had been blown away by the Japanese shell, leaving only a few beautiful feathers hanging on the grass stems.

The Japanese mortar shells kept exploding around Chen Simao, and the flying thatched grass was flying all over the sky. If it weren't for the dense that the thatched grass would have hurt him long ago.

The Japanese brigade was still moving, and several teams of Japanese gangs were yelling and surrounded Chen Simao. For them, there might not be any anti-Japanese team in this area that could have the strength to touch their main division.

As soon as he rushed down the hilly slope, the mortar shells could no longer touch his side, but the Japanese soldiers had already chased him. The bullets with big fingers were whistling and made the grass stems beside him fly. Occasionally, one or two grenades would stir up a ball of fire that would make him stagger.

"Damn it, I'm just bullying!" Chen Simao only regretted that he didn't have a gun in his hand, and the red tassel gun in his hand suddenly exerted force to throw it towards the place where the noise was most moving behind him.

A black shadow flew over the thatched bushes, and a shocking howl suddenly came from behind Chen Simao. It seemed that the blind cat was touching the dead mouse, so he was stunned to meet him.

"It's enough!" Chen Simao was overjoyed and even spread his feet.

The throwing of the red tassel spear made the Japanese soldiers even more clear about his position. Without running far, Chen Simao only felt a numbness on his right leg, and suddenly lost control of his right leg and pounced on the ground.

"You bastard!" Until this time, Chen Simao did not forget to scold the enemy. He still grabbed the soil on the ground and wanted to stand up, but he failed several times, and his bones seemed to be broken by bullets.
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