Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated Chapter 232

Chapter 232 The captured Japanese Lieutenant General

  At half past five in the afternoon on May 12, 1941, on the west side of Zhongtiao Mountain.

 After several hours of fighting, the 120th Division defeated the remnants of the 36th and 37th Divisions from the front.

 It is worth mentioning that the casualties of troops at all levels were very small, and it can be called a crushing victory.

 Through this battle, the artillerymen's proficiency with the M1897 75mm cannon has been greatly increased. If there is an artillery battle next time, they will definitely do better.

However, the situation of artillery shell consumption is not optimistic. The three artillery regiments fired out two-thirds of the inventory, which fully verified the importance of logistics support in modern warfare. The soldiers could even foresee the roar of Logistics Minister Zhang Wanhe.

 After the battle, comrades began to clean up the battlefield in units of companies and platoons.

 The main task is to collect supplies. Even if you don't like Japanese weapons, you can't leave them to the enemy. The second step is to capture prisoners and deal with the enemies who are still stubbornly resisting.

 The most troublesome thing is the corpses of the Japanese. The soldiers can only dig holes and bury them if conditions permit. It's now mid-May, and if things aren't handled properly, a plague outbreak is sure to happen.

 After all, the North China Front Army did not have time to collect the corpses of its own soldiers, and they might have to escape from Shanxi with their tail between their legs.

 In the forward command post, Commander Huzi had just made clear the follow-up arrangements. He was going to go out for a walk and visit troops at all levels to check the casualties of soldiers and the loss of equipment.

 But at this moment, a candied soldier was brought in by the commander of the guard battalion.

After seeing the rightful owner, the other person put his right palm close to the brim of his hat, turned his palm outwards, and saluted Commander Huzi with a military salute.

“Hello, sir! I am a communications soldier of the Third Army! Thank you very much for your assistance!”

“Two hours ago, a group of Japanese soldiers with an unknown number and no less than 4,000 people attacked our army's position.”

"After a **** battle, our troops killed more than half of the enemy on the spot! Unfortunately, the continuous battles resulted in a serious shortage of manpower in the entire army. Although the soldiers fought to the death, nearly a thousand Japanese soldiers broke through the defense line and rushed into the interior of Zhongtiao Mountain. ”

Looking at the candied communications soldier who was covered in blood and had a bleeding bandage on his shoulder, Commander Beard sighed helplessly.

 The Third Army had held on for five days before they arrived. It is a great thing that the second-rate Central Army can achieve such a level of combat effectiveness.

It was indeed a pity that he could not completely wipe out the enemy, but he knew that the friendly forces had tried their best to fight to the death, and he only had full admiration and respect in his heart.

Commander Beard returned a military salute to the other party and said politely with a serious face:

"Thank you for your hard work. I already have a general understanding of the situation. I will go to see your commander in person later."

"It must have been a difficult journey for you. Let's take care of your injuries first, and then go to the cooking class to get something to eat. It happens to be dinner time now."

 “Hygienist! Take care of friendly troops!”

 Hearing the word "supper", the candied soldier's eyes lit up.

I have heard a lot about how good the food of the Eighth Route Army is, and now that I can experience it for myself, I am naturally looking forward to it. If his status didn't allow him, he would even try to stay.

 After the brief conversation, Commander Beard was escorted by guards to the battlefield.

The first thing that caught our eyes were the comrades of the enemy engineering team. They held big speakers and shouted slogans in Japanese to persuade them to surrender:

“Don't resist stubbornly! Those who surrender will not be killed! Our Eighth Route Army treats prisoners preferentially!”

“The war is over! Put down your weapons! We will provide medical aid and food supplies!”

Although they have been lobbying for a while, and even their voices are a little hoarse, it is a pity that they have achieved little success.

At this stage, Japan has not yet begun to decline. The soldiers in the army are all well-trained, and they are far from the point of using the old, the young, the sick and the disabled to make up the numbers in the later period.

Even if the Japanese were seriously injured, they would find ways to drag a few Eighth Route Army soldiers to their backs, and very few would surrender.

Even if there are new recruits who are not strong-willed, they will be dealt with first by the nearby old Japanese. This once made the comrades cleaning the battlefield furious.

Just like the great victory at Pingxingguan, a thousand enemies were wiped out, but not even a single Japanese prisoner was captured.

 Although it is incredible, it is an indisputable fact.

 This phenomenon is because Japan takes feudal loyalty and filial piety as its fundamental concept and brings schools, society, and families into the orbit of militarism.

 Emphasize that everyone should be a filial son at home and a loyal minister at home. When the country is in need or in crisis, citizens should devote themselves to defending the locust movement.

A famous Prime Minister of the People's Republic of China who was afraid of death even said: "Those who know shame are strong. They should always miss the face of the party's family and work harder to live up to their expectations. Don't be humiliated by being a prisoner in life, and don't leave it in death." The stigma of sin.”

To the northwest of the battlefield, the location of the former joint command post of the 36th and 37th Divisions.

In a hidden corner that the comrades did not notice, a hand tremblingly stretched out from the edge of a certain bomb crater. Anda Twenty-Three began to breathe heavily the moment he climbed out, and he didn't even have time to observe the surrounding environment.

 “Baga! What happened!”

The old devil was lucky. Although the shell-proof hole was blown down, he did not die of suffocation because the corpses of his colleagues gave him a small space.

The Eighth Route Army soldiers wearing steel helmets around him made him realize one thing. His division was gone and the war on the Western Front had failed.

 After a moment, Anda Twenty-Three did not hesitate at all, took out the Fourteenth Southern Style from his waist and prepared to commit suicide. As a die-hard loyalist of Locust, he did not allow himself to live in the world as a prisoner of war.

It's a pity that the material used in the tortoise box is too poor, and the firing pin has long been damaged in the shelling.

Even if you pull the trigger desperately, the bullet still does not move, which fully illustrates the industrial waste that is difficult to commit suicide.

With no choice but to do so, the old devil had to spend a lot of effort to pull his body out of the soil. He wanted to pick up a Sanba Gai five meters away, but the commotion had already attracted the attention of the soldiers.

The moment he saw the general's official uniform on the opponent, a soldier flew directly towards him, and with lightning speed, he hit the opponent's chin with an elbow.

 “Come quickly! I caught a Japanese general!”

Anda Twenty-three, who is over fifty years old, is naturally no match for Xiaoyou in terms of physical strength.

However, this old devil was also tough. In a state of being completely suppressed, he bit off his tongue forcefully.

It's a pity that this suicide method of biting one's tongue has no scientific basis at all. It has no real effect other than torturing yourself.

 It hurts, but it won't hurt to death.

 Blood loss is a fact, but 1.5 liters of blood will be lost by relying on the blood vessels in the tongue, and the time required is enough for coagulation to stop bleeding.

Death by suffocation is even more outrageous. Even if a person can endure the pain and not spit out the severed tongue, the tongue has entered the esophagus instead of the trachea, so there is no such thing as suffocation. Hearing the word "general", the surrounding comrades came forward to support him. Everyone worked together to subdue Anda 23 and pinned him to the ground with their knees and thighs.

The battalion commander, who had the highest position present, slapped several big fans on him. While helping the old devil recall the painful memories of the assistant officer stage, he also pried open the other party's mouth.

 “Quick! Find some ropes to tie him up! This old guy is more useful alive!”

"Go to the hygienist! The old devil bit his tongue! Find a way to treat his wound first! At least disinfect it!"

The commotion quickly attracted the passing Commander Beard. By the time the official arrived at the scene, the general uniform of Anda 23 had been thrown aside.

All that was left of him was a cloth rope around his waist. A piece of dirty white cloth hung on the front and back of the cloth rope, barely covering his crotch and buttocks.

Even the only crotch cloth was searched by the soldiers.

 There is no way, who allows the devils to always hide weapons in unexpected places.

“You see, only devils wear this kind of thing. It's disgusting that you are still wearing something like a diaper at your age!”

"Why are the Japanese so perverted? Are they poor? They have become generals and can't even afford a pair of underpants. Is this the reason why they started the war?"

Facing the ridicule of the soldiers, Anda, who could understand Chinese, struggled crazily with his blood. The old devil usually lives in a comfortable and dignified way, but how could he ever experience such humiliation?

 In a sense, Commander Hu's arrival can be regarded as liberating him. After everyone saw their teacher, they all put away their playful smiles.

“Report to the division commander! We have captured a Japanese lieutenant general!”

"Judging from the epaulettes on the military uniform, the opponent should be the division commander of the 37th Division, Anda Twenty-three. The wounds on his body were caused by himself, and he did not surrender to us."

“The soldiers are continuing to dig to see if they can find the rest of the harvest!”

 The word “lieutenant general” made Master Hu's eyes light up, as if he had seen some rare treasure!

 From the full outbreak of the war in 1937 to the present, many high-ranking enemy officers have indeed been killed in various war zones, including one naval admiral.

 But the number of captured officers was pitiful, with the highest being only a major.

Even in the original timeline, the Allies did not capture a senior Japanese commander on the frontal battlefield.

The only one who was captured by a vice admiral was because the opponent's plane accidentally fell on the sea when landing, caught fire and sank.

However, the other party is also very valuable. He has served as the Chief of Staff of the Combined Fleet twice. The Benzi Navy kept the matter secret and referred to it as Incident B from beginning to end.

“Incident A is the death of Yamamoto 7×8.”

Anda Twenty-san, who was **** with five flowers, was still struggling. He stared at Master Huzi with a fierce light in his eyes. At the same time, regardless of the injury in his mouth, he kept yelling incomprehensible Japanese.

 After venting his anger, he realized that it was impossible to commit suicide in his current state.

 Instead of wasting your energy in vain, it is better to change your mind. Perhaps it would be a good choice to feign surrender first and then find an opportunity to commit suicide.

 From the beginning to the end, the old Japanese never wanted to go back alive. After all, even if he went back, the outcome would be the same. It would be better to leave a good reputation of someone who would rather die than surrender, and maybe he could be able to go to school in the future.

Thinking of this, Anda Twenty-san gradually calmed down. He endured the pain and forced out an ugly smile, and said to the senior commander in front of him:

"Hello, I am Adachi Twenty-three, the division commander of the 37th Division of Japan's brother country. You must be the commander of this battle. Congratulations on your victory."

“In accordance with the Geneva Conventions, you must give prisoners of war humane treatment. You must not discriminate, kill, maim, mistreat or torture us, and you must not take us as hostages.”

“My personal dignity shall not be compromised, including intimidation and annoyance by the curiosity of the audience, and especially humiliation and degradation of our status! It shall not be an object of reprisal, and the release shall not be delayed after the war has stopped.”

 After finishing the clauses that were beneficial to him in one breath, the old devil pondered for a moment and checked for any omissions in his mind.

After making sure that no important conditions were missed, he raised his head again and looked at Commander Huzi with a sincere and serious look:

“Sir, I respect the victorious side, and I hope you respect me.”

“You can take away my gun and command knife, but at least give me my clothes instead of letting them watch the defenseless enemies like monkeys.”

 After hearing this, Mr. Huzi showed a very interested expression. But he did not answer Anda Twenty-Three immediately, nor did he make any promises.

 Instead, he handed a bottle of medical alcohol to Anda Twenty-three and asked him to rinse his mouth, and then picked up the enemy's general's uniform and carried it in his hand.

"The person who just wanted to bite his tongue and commit suicide suddenly became obedient? I don't know what changed your mind, but the change in your attitude makes me suspect that there is some ulterior conspiracy."

"Since you have become my prisoner of war, please explain it honestly. This is not a military secret. You will definitely answer it, right?"

 It seemed that Commander Beard's imposing manner calmed Anda Twenty-Three, or it may be that his desire and urgency for clothes made him have no choice but to bow his head. The old devil first obediently rinsed his mouth with medical alcohol, then pretended to be sincere and said:

“There is an old saying in China, called Xixi material, Huh, Wei Junjie.”

"An ant is greedy for life, and he will not hesitate to die as a human being. Although I fell into your hands, I believe that you will ensure my life safety. Am I right?"

This strange accent is not because the old devil has learned any dialect. He is missing a section of his tongue. He has just rinsed his mouth with a high degree of medical alcohol, so his speech is naturally a little strange.

 After hearing the explanation, Commander Huzi did not return the uniform to Anda 23. He first took a large bag of gauze and stuffed it into the other person's mouth, and then said with a smile:

"First, we in the Republic of China did not sign the Geneva Convention you are talking about. Remember one sentence, unsigned paper is toilet paper."

“Two, I will treat you preferentially and give you treatment. But you may act aggressively at any time now, so I tied you up to save you.”

“Three, I wish you a happy stay in the Anti-War Alliance! Take it away!”

 A person who can become a lieutenant general of a country is unlikely to change his beliefs.

 For this kind of smelly and stubborn diehards, we can only rely on Ye San to make subtle changes, but most likely it will be in vain.

Why did the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty hesitate and hesitate? Let me comment!

I'll post one chapter first, and I'm still writing the follow-up.

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