Rise From Eight Hundred

There are still many Chinese in the queue passing through the checkpoint. If these real Chinese refugees are put into the slaughterhouse together with the Japanese, their chance of survival will not exceed one percent.

And each of these people has a family behind him, with a wife, parents and children. If they die, the road to escape is already full of dangers, which almost means the end of this family.

Lei Xiong is a courageous and resolute soldier. He will never be indecisive. In order to kill the enemy, he can pay any price, but it definitely does not mean that he is a butcher.

After thinking hard, he came up with this trick, picking out some Japanese and putting them together with the Chinese, so as not to arouse the suspicion of the Japanese.

Of course, the premise of all this is still based on how he can identify the Japanese.

As for how to accurately locate the Japanese and Chinese, the Japanese have short legs and short stature, and the average height of the Chinese of this era is not high, so it is naturally impossible to judge from the body shape. China and Japan are located in East Asia, and both are relatively flat with very little difference in appearance, not to mention the Japanese who want to fight back to their "homeland", they are all descendants of Yunnan and Shandong people who have interbred with the natives of the Japanese island.

The main difference is that they have to be naked.

Not to see **!

It's to see Jio Jio!

To be precise, it's to see toes.

"Battalion commander, what you said about letting the Japanese into our specially set up shooting range is fine, but how can we determine which ones are Chinese and which ones are Japanese?" Lei Xiong clearly remembered that he asked the Tang Dao who gave him this before leaving.

"Hehe, the toes of the Japanese are different from those of the Chinese. When the refugees start to make trouble and the situation is out of control, give up checking their bodies and various luggage and just let them go barefoot. They should cooperate very well, including those Japanese who look exactly like us." Tang Dao laughed.

"Japanese people's toes are also shorter?" Lei Xiong naturally thought he had found the answer.

"What do you think? Brain is a good thing." Under the moonlight, Tang Dao rolled his eyes and almost made Lei Xiong think that Captain Tang started to like men. His heart was thumping, but it seemed that he didn't dislike it! This is the most terrifying thing.

"Have you ever worn flip-flops?"

"What are flip-flops?" Lei Xiong, the once courageous and resolute commander of the fire support company, felt that he was very unsophisticated. Many of the words Captain Tang said were blank to him.

"Forget it, it's hard to explain it to you now. When there is no war, I will get a pair for everyone. Wear that thing and match it with big shorts and sunglasses. Lie on the seashore, listen to the waves, feel the sea breeze, and look at the bikini. You will know how cool that thing is!" Tang Dao grinned.

Lei Xiong

He knew about sunglasses and the sea, but wouldn't he be beaten if he went out wearing big shorts?

Wouldn't that be worse than fighting?

"The Japanese like to wear wooden clogs, which are the kind of slippers made of wood. This causes the big toe and the second toe of all Japanese to be further apart than others. Oil leak?" Tang Dao saw Lei Xiong's dull face, and lamented in his heart that no one would share the beauty of the future with him in this era, so he could only explain the reason in a formal way.

Oil leak does not understand, but why Lei Xiong understands it immediately after seeing Jiojio.

It's like a lady and a slut. The Japanese are the kind of people who can spread their legs apart!

However, Lei Xiong is a practical talent. Although Tang Dao said so, he is still a little worried. It happened that there was a Japanese pilot who fell to death yesterday. Even if only the limbs were left, Lei Xiong took Li Jiujin and his soldiers to put the Japanese Jiojio next to the fire and observe carefully.

Finally, it was concluded that Battalion Commander Tang was a genius.

It was so damn right. The two toes of the Japanese were not separated in general. As long as you are not blind, you can see it.

Of course, with this magic operation of accurately locating the Japanese, there is another very important reason for leaving some Japanese and Chinese at the checkpoint, in addition to not wanting to accidentally kill their own civilians.

Lei Xiong needs prisoners.

The dead devils are all good devils, but the devils who can obediently tell him the information he wants are also good babies.

The simplest way to deal with the inability to guard against thieves for a thousand days is to kill all the thieves.

Like many Chinese who choose to be traitors in the face of death threats, not all Japanese are steadfast.

There are two light machine guns and a dozen rifles in the checkpoint against a dozen Japanese soldiers holding Mauser pistols. The firepower is still a little short, but with barbed wire and fortifications, they are calculated and killed five or six Japanese soldiers when they opened fire first.

Even if the remaining Japanese soldiers are willing to resist, they are not strong enough. They want to rush over! Barbed wire is not something that can be jumped up with a firm will. The sharp cold light of the wire tip can easily pierce the human body.

Someone had to be a human shield, but why should I be one? No one wants to be hung on the wire mesh like bacon after a painful death, wouldn't that be pretty good?

"Put down your weapons, raise your hands and kneel on the ground!" This is the biggest difference between the ruthless shooting at the checkpoint and the bridgehead.

After killing seven or eight people in a row, the two machine guns mainly used deterrent shooting, and did not concentrate all their firepower on the Japanese soldiers who were crawling on the ground and almost desperate, and did not throw grenades that could almost wipe them out.

There were also some Japanese soldiers who wanted to fight back desperately. They fired a volley of bullets at the fortifications where the sound came from to show their attitude. For such people, the Chinese defenders would not be polite. They had already aimed their rifles at them and shot them to death.

Those who could be here were all veterans of the German-equipped division who had been tempered in the bloody battlefield of Songhu. Whether it was their tenacious will or their marksmanship, they were no less than the elite Japanese soldiers. They would never show mercy when killing people.

The commander wanted a softie who could tell the information, not such a determined guy.

The blood of a determined person is the most suitable nutrient for the fertile land, and it is also a good medicine to find softies.

When grenades were thrown over dozens of meters away, the smoke mixed with dust and the deafening screams of colleagues, and seeing their main force become lambs to be slaughtered under grenades and machine guns, the Japanese elite with only five people left finally collapsed.

They knew that in the trap carefully constructed by the Chinese, if they wanted to survive, it did not depend on how brave they were, but how cowardly they had to be.

A Japanese soldier was the first to drop his Mauser pistol, and in accordance with the slogan shouted by Li Jiujin, he knelt on his knees, held his head with his hands, and cried with tears: "I surrender, please don't kill me! I want to see my mother again!"

In the face of death, the pride he once had was thrown into the clouds in the hail of bullets, but the tears may not be because of the shame, but because he was happy that he bravely took this step. Only in this way can he go home to see his mother!

The bravery of the Japanese saved him, and his remaining four companions did not appear stupid. Slogans such as "Damn it, you trampled on the honor of the Imperial Army!" did not appear, but because there was a leader, the four Japanese soldiers also gave up their psychological burdens, dropped their guns, knelt on the ground and held their heads.

Death is the hardest touchstone of bravery!

All five Japanese soldiers survived because they gave up their knees.

However, the Japanese soldiers in the slaughterhouse dozens of meters away did not receive this preferential treatment.

Whether they howled forward or hid silently, they finally fell silent under the ravages of more than 40 grenades and Kuroko's MG34 machine gun, which had fired 600 rounds and changed the barrel once.

Everyone is equal in front of bullets. Major Nishikawa Changlong did not receive preferential treatment according to his military rank. In the second wave of grenade attacks, the Japanese major was hit in the head by a fragment of a grenade explosion.

Without a helmet, a fragment the size of a fingernail easily killed him.

The major's life was not as valuable as imagined. The civilians who were asked to help the army clean up the battlefield pinched their noses and threw the body of the Japanese major into the Suzhou River to feed the fish, with a look of disgust on their faces.

He was dead, but he was still staring with his big eyes. How scary it was late at night.

After dealing with the Japanese infantry squad in the checkpoint, they also began to throw grenades and block the retreat of the Japanese army who wanted to retreat with machine guns.

The consequence of the pincer attack was that the Japanese soldiers who were close to a Japanese infantry squadron did not last more than 5 minutes under such an attack.

When the smoke cleared, the more than 100-meter road and the wilderness were full of Japanese corpses.

But the Chinese soldiers were not in a hurry to enter the battlefield. They took rifles and fired accurately at any suspected targets. The dead were naturally deader, and the living would become dead.

Sure enough, several Japanese soldiers jumped out of the pile of corpses and tried to fight desperately, but they were naturally shot mercilessly.

It was not until a few minutes later that the infantrymen who had installed bayonets entered the battlefield and attacked all the Japanese in the field again.

There were seven or eight Japanese soldiers who were only seriously injured. When they were stabbed by the bayonet, they instinctively held the bayonet blade with their hands, and their eyes showed pleading, begging for life.

But the Chinese infantrymen obviously did not bypass their thoughts.

On the battlefield, their brothers also went through this, but did the Japanese let them go?

No.

This is called, the wheel of fate!

He stepped on their desperately twisting bodies, twisted the bayonet blade fiercely and pulled it out suddenly, cutting off their fingers, cutting off their last ray of life.

Seeing the Japanese soldiers who were tied up and ordered to kneel down to watch all this crying, they were more likely to be grateful.

This group of Chinese was different from the ones they had encountered. They were obviously much more cold-blooded and cruel. If they were not smart enough, they would probably be the same as their colleagues.

Killed like a little chicken.

The result of the almost cruel battlefield cleaning was that after Lei Xiong promised in person that he would never kill them, the five Japanese prisoners had almost no resistance and gave Lei Xiong the answers he needed.

The approximate location of the other Japanese army, the password code for their contact, who was the commander, how many troops, what equipment, etc.

The vanguard group that had returned quickly moved 3 kilometers away. Cheng Tieshou on the No. 1 anti-aircraft position carried two machine guns and an MG34 and the two infantry platoons responsible for guarding them marched quickly from the right wing.

The No. 2 anti-aircraft position, carrying three heavy machine guns and an infantry platoon, ran across the bridge in the dark, joined Li Jiujin's 2nd platoon, plus two mortars, and was led by Lei Xiong himself to march quickly from the left wing.

An infantry squadron lurking in the hills on the river bank three or four kilometers away from the bridge under the order of Xichuan Changlong finally saw the red and two green flares fired by the major in the night sky at 8 pm, indicating the need for reinforcements.