Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

No matter how fast the two legs are, it is impossible to be faster than half-tracked armored vehicles and tanks.

Just five minutes later, the mechanized infantry of the First Armored Division picked up the fishing net and surrounded the big fish harvested in this battle.

Under the pressure of semi-automatic rifles, light machine guns and vehicle-mounted heavy machine guns, the encirclement is gradually shrinking.

The Japanese who dared to raise their guns to resist naturally shot dead on the spot. American copy network, the main feature is to show up in seconds.

"Put down the gun! Stop the gun and don't kill it!"

When the car No. 102 drove towards the den, the periphery of the encirclement was already crowded with people.

Before the tank arrived at its destination, a soldier shouted "Here's coming," and then the deafening celebration sounded.

This scene is like an interstellar paratrooper who captures a brainworm.

Looking at the cheering comrades, rows of long-lasting smiles couldn't help but smile. However, considering that the battle was not completely over, he shouted decisively at the crowd:

"Don't get together, what if the remaining artillery soldiers of the enemy fire a cold shot. Just leave a squad of soldiers to stare at the Japanese, and the others will disperse their warning!"

"By the way, I'll send a message to the division commander and ask the division headquarters to send people to receive the prisoners."

Upon hearing this, the soldiers followed their respective squad leaders to guard the battlefield with squads as units.

When the crowd scattered, ten fully armed mechanized infantrymen surrounded a net of big fish in front of a overturned truck several meters.

"Old Wei, your previous shot is really comparable to a fish-fried fish. A lieutenant general commander, a colonel, and the rest of the Japanese are just ordinary soldiers, but every book captive is a rare thing."

"Our temporary operation this time is considered to have completely destroyed the establishment of the Second Division of the Tank."

"It's satisfying, it's satisfying!"

Hearing the report from his comrades, the rows of leaders immediately widened their eyes, obviously they were hit hard.

In fact, judging from the Japanese's continuous offensives, he had expected that the harvest this time would be likely to be less, but he never expected it to be so rich.

A lieutenant general division commander and a colonel-level staff officer are simply the core command of a division-level unit.

What's more, this lieutenant general is an extremely rare armored commander in the Japanese army.

I believe that in the next year, even if the base camp adds enough tanks to the Kwantung Army, they will not be able to pull up a new chariot division for a while.

"Hehe, luck, I'm just lucky. At that time, our crew didn't think much about it, just simply didn't want to let any enemy go."

"Okay, it's important to do the serious business first, it's important to determine the identity of the prisoner and collect intelligence."

"Besides, this military achievements are collective. What's the point of congratulations to me alone?"

Just as the two commanders were talking, the enemy team driving from two kilometers away finally arrived at the scene.

After saying hello, the enemy worker cadre immediately spoke an authentic Honshu accent and held a loudspeaker and shouted the slogan in Japanese.

"Don't resist stubbornly. The surrendered ones will not be killed. Our Eighth Route Army will treat prisoners with preferential treatment!"

"Your Operation No. 1 has now failed and the war is over! Put down the weapons in your hands and we will provide medical assistance and food supplies!"

The Kwantung Army is the ace force deployed by the army in the Republic of China.

These Japanese devils were well-trained and firm in their will. Even if they were about to face death, they did not show any fear. They were even thinking about how to pull a few Eighth Route Army soldiers to the fore.

When encountering such an enemy who is not good at it, even if the enemy's cadres try their best, they will not get any substantial gains.

Just as the platoon leader gradually lost his patience and was about to take the soldiers to be strong in the front, the surrounding Japanese suddenly put down their weapons collectively.

After a while, a middle-aged man wearing a lieutenant general's uniform and holding a samurai sword in both hands walked out of the crowd.

Due to the impact of the high-explosive grenade, the Japanese "Lieutenant General" still had a series of blood foam hanging on the corner of his mouth. However, no matter how embarrassed the appearance is, it cannot cover up the other person's arrogance in his expression.

"I am Okada Shin, the leader of the lieutenant general division of the Kwantung Army's Second Chariot Division. Congratulations to you, the Eighth Route Army, for temporarily gaining an advantage on the battlefield."

"Although neither Japan nor China signed the Geneva Convention, I hope you can abide by the decision and not treat us as hostages, nor discriminate, kill, murder or abuse."

As soon as these words were spoken, the platoon leaders and the infantry squad leader around them laughed out loud.

The two of them looked up and down at the old Japanese in front of them unscrupulously, and made sarcastic comments from time to time, almost writing the civilized view of monkeys on their faces.

Faced with such a great humiliation, "Okada Shi" who was already angry broke the defense on the spot.

He even forgot the fact that people are the slaughter and I am the fish, and he roared in anger to protest.

"I've been bullying too much! I've been tolerating you two for a long time! What's ridiculous about it?" At the moment when the old Japanese went wild, the infantry soldiers on standby around immediately took a step forward.

They first confiscated the samurai sword held by the lieutenant general in both hands, and then forced it back to the safe area with the black muzzle.

At the same time, the platoon leaders and colleagues looked at each other, then took out the intelligence documents from their arms and joked:

"Mr. Okada, every Eighth Route Army soldier has been rigorously trained. No matter what funny things happen, we usually don't laugh unless we can't help it, hahaha."

"Look, is this photo you?"

Although there is a human wall between the two, "Okada Shin" has a pretty good eye, enough to see the photos and labeled information on the intelligence documents.

At this glance, his eyes suddenly frozen.

In the upper left corner of the information, there is a photo of a big-headed ID. Below the portrait, there are also personal information such as name, study experience and service records.

Such detailed and comprehensive information immediately made the old Japanese understand the whole story and why the Eighth Route Army kept staring at themselves with the eyes of the clown.

However, considering the tasks arranged by the superiors in advance, "Okada Shi" finally replied:

"Yes, it was me, at that time, I was still very thin."

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For such enemies who are undeadly unaware of the Yellow River, the rows of leaders do not want to talk too much. He waved his hand, signaling the soldiers not to show mercy.

After receiving the order, a Shandong man who could shoot a 13.2 mm heavy machine gun at the waist flew over the old Japanese without saying a word and stuck his knees **** the other party's neck.

In order to eliminate hidden dangers, the soldiers around him stepped forward to support him and pulled out all the fake Lieutenant General's body, and even the dirty loincloth was not spared.

"Hmph, can you Japanese have some new tricks? Apart from believing surrender, taking the place of death, and committing suicide, are there no reliable new tricks?"

"Comrades, look for it carefully. The real Okada Shi will definitely be in the crowd."

"Health officer, you strive to save the life of the Japanese Lieutenant General. A living Lieutenant General Division Commander must be more useful than a dead one."

"yes!"

The sudden change immediately caused the Japanese in the encirclement to burst into trouble.

Most of the notebooks subconsciously wanted to bend down and pick up the weapon again, but before their hands could touch the 38th cover, a quick, accurate, fierce and powerful **** stock hit them on their heads.

"Be honest with me! Everyone raises their hands!"

Sure enough, after dozens of seconds of rough search, the lieutenant general division commander Okada Shi, disguised as an ordinary soldier, was pulled out by the soldiers.

At this time, the old Japanese's condition was almost no different from that of dying.

His body was covered with penetration injuries caused by rivets. The blood seeped out of the wound had already dyed the military uniform red, and his old face turned purple.

In order to save Okada Zi's life, the health officer who rushed from behind first forced an eye on his neck to prevent the big fish from being suffocated to death.

Stop bleeding?

Of course, I first tied the tourniquet, then pressed my fingers against the gauze, and I would hit the wound wherever there was a wound.

In areas that are really difficult to deal with, apply adhesive and medical U-shaped nails directly.

If the infantry squad leader had not spoken to stop him in time, he would probably have performed a wonderful show of pinching the heart and killing the violent sawing of his legs.

Seeing that the old Japanese were awakened by several bottles of medical alcohol on the spot, rows of long and long walk over with smiles.

"It's Lieutenant General Okada, right? I don't understand. Since you don't want to be captured, why don't you commit suicide as soon as possible? Isn't this the traditional art of you Japanese?"

"Forget it, if you have anything to say, you should just explain in the military court. I don't have time to listen to you fart."

"I heard from our division commander that our Eighth Route Army will set up a Far East International Military Tribunal after the war. I hope you and your old classmate Anda Twenty-three can enjoy the wonderful time before the hanging."

Anda Twenty-three's name seemed like a switch. The old Japanese man who was dying immediately struggled, and his whole body vaguely had a little rebirth.

The reason why he disguised himself as an ordinary soldier was that he did not want to be captured by the Eighth Route Army of Lu Province as the leader of the lieutenant general division, and he followed his classmates from Lu University, even if it was a corpse.

But never thought that TG actually had detailed information from the senior commander of the younger country, and the old Japanese are really unable to rest in peace now.

Considering that living enemies are more useful, the platoons of leaders reluctantly moved away their gaze at the clown.

He waved to the health officer and signaled his comrades to continue working.

"Give our big fish a few shots of medicine to extend our lives, and then send it to the battlefield hospital in the rear to rescue. This is a VIP of the Far East Military Court in the future. Remember to let everyone treat it well." (End of this chapter)