Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2713 The Angry Jiujo Gongbei!

The battle finally ended, and Changmagou returned to peace, leaving only the smell of gunpowder and blood in the air.

Under the leadership of Long Qianyan and Ma Shanpao, the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces surrounded Changmagou from both sides, clearing out the Japanese soldiers who might be alive while starting to clean up the battlefield.

Cleaning up the battlefield was the happiest thing for the Anti-Japanese Brigade.

Perhaps before the Dragon Boat Festival, their cleaning of the battlefield was just routine.

But since the Dragon Boat Festival, things have changed.

Not only were the Japanese's guns, bullets, and grenades picked up, but sometimes even their clothes and shoes were not spared.

The most important thing is the pockets on the Japanese soldiers' bodies, not a single one can be left behind.

Long Qianyan walked at the front of the team, his face filled with the joy of harvest.

Ma Shanpao followed closely behind, waving the big knife in his hand, excitedly shouting at the soldiers to speed up and not even let go of the Japanese soldiers' pants. However, many new recruits of the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces didn't even have pants to wear!

Of course, this is not surprising, as most of the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces recruits were rescued from mines.

Before that, the Anti-Japanese United Army did have some inventory, but with nearly 2,000 people, that meant more than 2,000 pairs of trousers and shirts.

If the Anti-Japanese United Army had not deliberately stored them, there would not have been so much inventory.

So this time, the first thing Ma Shanpao thought of was pants. He couldn't let the brothers of the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces go to war with their butts naked, right?

And they had to save more pants, because he learned from Duanwu that the development of the Anti-Japanese United Army was just in its infancy.

So they need to prepare more clothes and pants.

When I get back, I'll give them to Wan Shanhong and ask her to organize people to dye them, and they will all be the uniforms of the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces.

Thinking of this, Ma Shanpao couldn't help but feel happy.

Driven by the Mashan Cannon, the soldiers' morale also became high. They quickened their pace and headed deeper into the battlefield.

On the battlefield, the bodies of the devils were lying all over the place, and their blood had dyed the ground red.

The Anti-Japanese Allied Forces fighters began to clean up the battlefield in an orderly manner. Some of them collected the devils' weapons and equipment, while others were busy stripping off their clothes.

Ma Shanpao was directing the soldiers to carry the spoils.

As time went on, the bodies on the battlefield were gradually cleared and the spoils were collected.

There were more than 1,100 rifles, including the Japanese Type 38 rifles and the Liao-13 rifles in the hands of the puppet army.

The Liao-13 rifle was produced by the Fengtian Arsenal. Its craftsmanship is somewhat similar to that of the Hanyang-made rifle, both of which are Type 79 rifles.

But the accuracy and range have been improved.

Therefore, we have to admit that the Fengtian Arsenal was indeed relatively advanced in the country at that time.

But these rifles only accounted for a minority, about two hundred or so, and the rest were Type 38 rifles.

There were thirty light machine guns, no heavy machine guns, and only eight grenade launchers.

It was obvious that these Japanese devils were indeed lightly equipped and did not carry any heavy weapons.

It is impossible to count the various bullets for the time being, and the Japanese basically did not consume much, so almost all the bullets they carried this time were collected by the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces fighters.

Ma Shanpao was just about to tell Long Qianyan to report the victory to the captain, but he didn't expect a scout to report that the captain had returned with his men and brought five carriages of spoils.

Long Qianyan asked: "Have Marklov and Vladimir been rescued?"

At this time, before the scout could answer, Ma Shanpao took over the conversation and said, "You are talking nonsense. Who is the captain? He never fails when he strikes. And I think that if things go wrong, the tiger's mouth outpost of the Japanese will be gone."

Long Qianyan was surprised: "Is it possible? Isn't it said that the Tiger's Mouth Outpost is impregnable?" Ma Shanpao laughed and said: "Even if he is an iron walnut, the captain can crack it open."

Long Qianyan slapped his head and thought: Yes, who is the captain? He is a god-like existence. What is a small tiger-mouth whistle in his eyes?

And sure enough, when Duanwu returned, not only were Markov and Vladimir there, but the Japanese's impregnable Tiger's Mouth outpost had also been destroyed, without any suspense at all.

The group returned to the base happily with their spoils.

But at this time, the Anti-Japanese United Army was happy, but the Japanese were as angry as a toad with a bulging belly.

The first one was the rescued Kujo Miyakita.

If a person is unlucky, even drinking cold water will get his teeth stuck.

After he saw the Japanese sentry post, he was anxious to find someone to rescue him, but ended up entering a "minefield" by mistake.

This minefield is where the Japanese excrement and some garbage were dumped into a big pit.

As it was too dark, Kujo Miyakita took a step into the air and fell in, and even drank a few mouthfuls of feces.

Kujo Miyakita had never eaten feces before, and he was about to vomit the disgusting overnight food.

Then when he was vomiting, he was almost mistaken for a spy and beaten like a rabbit by the Japanese in the watchtower.

And if Kujo Miyakita had not heard the gunshots and rolled back into the pit, he would probably have been shot to pieces.

After taking two more gulps of fecal soup, Kujo Miyakita finally came to his senses and shouted in Japanese: "Don't shoot, don't shoot, they are our own people!"

The Japanese recognized the language as Japanese and immediately sent people to rescue Kujo Miyakita.

But the pit was too smelly and too slippery, and as a result, Kujo Miyakita was not rescued, but several others fell in.

As a result, when it was dawn, seven or eight Japanese soldiers covered in feces stumbled into the outpost.

Kujo Miyakita quickly ordered the Japanese to fetch water to wash him, but it didn't wash away the stench at all.

And especially from Kujo Miyakita's mouth, he could smell the smell of feces as soon as he opened his mouth.

Kujo Miyakita made up his mind and chewed a piece of soap, but ended up having diarrhea again.

Fortunately, after rubbing with more than thirty bars of soap, Kujo Miyakita's body finally didn't smell so bad anymore.

And under the treatment of the military doctor, Kujo Miyakita no longer had diarrhea.

Jiujo Miyakita came back to life and cursed the Japanese at the sentry post:

"You good-for-nothings! You useless people! How did you guard the post? You didn't even leave a safe path for me! You almost killed me! Do you know that?

I am Jiujo Gongbei! The eldest son of the Jiujo family! You ants, how dare you let me fall into the dung pit and eat shit? Are you tired of living?"

Kujo Miyakita was spitting all over the place, with veins bulging on his face, as if he was a madman.

After he finished scolding the Japanese squad leader in the outpost, he began to scold the Japanese who rescued him:

"Look at you, all covered in shit, what a disgrace! You are simply a disgrace to our Great Japanese Empire! How dare you stand here? Go and wash yourself clean!

And, you in the watchtower, are you blind? I was yelling and you were shooting! Do you want to rebel? Do you want to be court-martialed? "

Kujo Miyakita cursed more and more fiercely, as if he wanted to vent all his grievances and anger on these innocent Japanese devils.

"You bunch of losers are worse than pigs and dogs! I have killed countless enemies on the battlefield and made great achievements, and you dare to treat me like this! I tell you, I will never let this go! I will make you pay the price!"

"Hi! Hi!"

The Japanese soldiers at the outpost didn't dare to say a word and could only pray that this gentleman would calm down and let them go.

Otherwise, if Kujo Miyabi said a word, many people would be happy to kill them for Kujo Miyabi! .

(End of this chapter)