Chapter 3023 Blood Splattered Three Feet (Part 2)

"Deputy company commander, what do you think those devils are doing there? I just can't understand what this means.

Not to mention the combat engineers, the ordinary soldiers couldn't understand it. Even Malashenko, who was in charge of the commander-in-chief on the other side of the river, couldn't understand it. Sulovchenko, who was in charge of leading the team to follow the devils, was also confused.

"I don't know. I'm not good at Japanese. I can't understand what these devils are saying. I only understood a few words. It seemed that they were talking about the Americans and Russians beating them together. ”

Unlike Alsim, Sulovchenko graduated from the infantry department of the military academy and has a formal background.

Sulovchenko has sufficient cultural knowledge to learn other languages, but because he is learning before the battle, his Japanese level is just so-so.

It is not a big problem to listen to some simple Japanese and distinguish a few common words, but if the Japanese speak fast and say something obscure, coupled with such a live performance of performance art, Sulovchenko can only shake his head in the face of this situation.

"Let's see, I guess the company commander should be done, anyway, we are not in a hurry. The Japanese are going to die, why should we be in a hurry if they are not in a hurry? Just wait and see. "

Unaware that a group of Russians were crawling on the top of the earthen slope not far behind him, Colonel Nakamura Hiroki, who retreated to advance and gave the victory of verbal battle to Major Harukawa for free, had put his mind at ease at this moment and was ready to return.

"This is my last night in the Kwantung Army. I hope I can return to this land one day. ”

“”

Hearing the commander’s sigh, Major Harukawa, who was quite disdainful in his heart, couldn’t help but curl his lips.

This kind of “fear of war and the enemy” coward had better leave the Kwantung Army as soon as possible, the farther the better. Those people in the military who drink and have fun and live a life of drunkenness and dreaming are the same as him. How can you manage the Kwantung Army well with such insects?

It has been a long time since Colonel Nakamura Hiroki was disliked by the war faction.

This colonel commander, who had repeatedly killed the Northeast Anti-Japanese United Army in the past and climbed to his current position by relying on many encirclement and suppression efforts, now has an unusual attitude towards the Russians, passively avoiding war, and actively advocating peace talks with the Russians, even if it means ceding some interests to stabilize the Russians first.

Some people support Colonel Nakamura Hiroki’s proposal, but that is... It is actually a minority.

More people, especially young officers, simply gnashed their teeth in hatred of such remarks.

What's more, after drinking two taels of sake and horse urine, some people dared to shout out the terrifying slogan "Heaven punishes the traitors", and they were only one step away from taking actual action.

What's more fatal is that the upper leaders of the Kwantung Army Group have adopted an attitude of indulgence and indifference towards these young officers.

Maybe one day, when this group of brainless young idiots really make things bigger, gunshots will be heard and blood will be splashed. Those leaders of the Kwantung Army Group will have a reason to take action and suppress the grassroots young officers.

But at least now, the upper echelons of the Kwantung Army not only indulge these young officers below, but also have the intention of appeasing and winning them over.

The reason is simple, after all In the development plan that the Kwantung Army Group is currently implementing, this war with the Russians must be fought and won.

It is just a matter of time and how to delay the Russians and use the false peace to buy time for the real war.

In view of this, the top leaders of the Kwantung Army Group are more inclined to "it is not appropriate to hit the morale of the whole army when the war is imminent."

If at this critical moment, those young officers with hot heads below are dealt with, how to explain it to the soldiers? The soldiers may not believe your words, but they will definitely see the pro-war officers committing seppuku to apologize, and the risk of the army's morale being shaken is foreseeable.

It is precisely because Colonel Nakamura Hiroki is well aware of this and understands the twists and turns inside that he is more aware of this kind of "People with brains" is a very dangerous environment. Not only will it not end, but it will continue to deteriorate and continue.

Nakamura Hiroki knows too well the nature of his own group of idiot soldiers and young officers.

After drinking two taels of sake and horse urine, the slogan of "Heaven punishes traitors" was shouted.

A group of majors, lieutenants and sergeants dared to lead the idiots with energy and nowhere to vent to make trouble.

In the past, he almost gave his life to the Anti-Japanese United Army. Nakamura Hiroki didn't want to end up with a brutal ending where his life was killed by the young idiots before the Russians came.

These idiots dared to kill even the prime minister. How can killing you, a colonel who "shakes the morale of the army", count as a big deal? It's not even a fart.

The best strategy is to run away. If I can't beat you with my mouth, I'll just run away.

If you think you can fight the Russians, then fight. Anyway, it has nothing to do with me. When the time comes, it's you who will die, not me, and it's none of my business.

It just so happened that an old classmate of Colonel Nakamura Hiroki was working in the military. Although he had little power, he was still capable of managing the archives.

He would rather return to his country and sweep the dust in the archives cabinet every day than fight against the Russian tanks, planes and artillery.

Knowing that the current situation of the Kwantung Army was very dangerous internally and even more dangerous externally, Nakamura Hiroki decided to quit and leave.

With such determination, he naturally did not take the sarcasm of Major Harukawa seriously. Not only was he not angry, he even wanted to laugh.

"I hope you can have this weird courage in front of the Russians, Malu Yelang"

Passing by Major Qingchuan, Nakamura Koki, who was grinning ferociously in his heart, just walked away with his command knife, leaving Major Qingchuan with sinister eyes behind him and glaring angrily.

"Your Excellency Captain, what should we do?"

"What should I do? Ha"

Unlike Koki Nakamura, who was very secretive and kept his emotions secret, Major Qingchuan, who was not secretive in front of his subordinates, heard this and a sneer appeared on his face.

"Of course I will send the captain back to the camp, and then he can pack his luggage and leave quickly, giving up the throne of the captain who is occupying the latrine and not shitting."

The Japanese captain, who seemed to understand something after hearing this, was overjoyed on the spot. He then lowered his voice and walked around with tentative words.

"Then, is the captain going to be promoted? Should I congratulate the newly promoted captain in advance?"

"Hey, don't talk nonsense. This is still not certain. It depends on how the division commander decides and submits the candidates. As for me, I just need to wait patiently."

Although he said this, the increasingly exaggerated expression on his face, with the corners of his mouth grinning almost to the base of his ears, had already betrayed Major Qingchuan's true state of mind at the moment.

With the rapid expansion of the Kwantung Army, promotions that used to make people impatient to wait for a long time are also getting faster, and various promotions and promotions are coming down one after another.

Especially for mid-level and junior officers who have accumulated sufficient leadership experience, due to the expansion of the army and the surge in demand, it is becoming more and more common for the group captain to be directly promoted to the commander of the regiment in today's Kwantung Army.

Major Qingchuan asked himself that he still had great hope for this wave of promotions. The premise was that Nakamura Kouki, who was "a corpse-eater", left quickly and gave up the throne of the captain first.

Thinking of this, Major Qingchuan, who felt that he had "a great chance of winning and the advantage is mine", couldn't help but feel happy and raised his hand to pat the captain beside him on the shoulder.

"Saito-kun, you have been working with me for a long time. You deserve all the credit for your hard work. It's really hard for you."

As soon as he heard that he was so praised by the captain, the Japanese captain, who had a premonition that something good was coming, immediately nodded and bowed, laughing again and again.

"No, no, I just did something trivial. I am grateful to you, Captain, for your continued support and guidance!"

"Um"

Just shy of writing "both satisfied and happy" on his forehead, Major Qingchuan responded with an even brighter smile.

"If I can be promoted to captain, I will recommend you to the division commander to be the captain. My current position may not be long before it is yours, but don't let me down! Huh?"

Nani! ? What a good thing! ?

The squadron leader felt his little heart was so happy for a moment that he immediately beamed and couldn't even close his mouth with joy. He hurriedly replied with more nods and bows.

"Hi! Thank you very much, Captain! No, thank you very much, Captain, for your support! My subordinates will do their best to repay the kindness!"

"Yo Xi! Hahaha——"

Koki Nakamura, who was walking in front of the team, could faintly hear the "joyers and laughter" coming from behind, but it didn't matter.

No matter what this bunch of young red deer said, after he left, they immediately rushed across the river to fight the Russians and seek their own death.

Japan's defeat has been decided, so he should return to his homeland as soon as possible to find a way out and make preparations in advance.

Opportunities always come to those who are prepared. Koki Nakamura has always believed this. When Japan's defeat is imminent, it is obviously not too late to start preparing for defeat in advance.

At the same time, on the other side, Sulovechenko, who was not interested in the devil's nonsense, only cared about one thing.

The large group of Japanese soldiers were already heading back and starting their journey. Sulovechenko, who knew what he should do, immediately gave the order.

"Solokov, you are the fastest runner. Start running back immediately and report to Comrade Company Commander! Just say that the Japanese troops in the brigade are already heading back. I hope Comrade Company Commander is ready to meet the enemy and capture prisoners. Go quickly!"

"Understood, let's go now."

""

After seeing off the soldiers who had delivered the message, Sulovechenko continued to lie on the top of the slope to monitor the movements of the Japanese. At the same time, Sulovechenko was also thinking about what to do next.

Alsim did not explicitly ask his side to do anything, but asked Sulovchenko to judge the situation and make decisions based on the situation.

After thinking about it for a while, Sulovechenko did not intend to immediately return support and go to Alsim's home feast.

Instead, he decided to continue to hang on behind the large group of Japanese soldiers who were walking back, firstly to prevent these Japanese soldiers from changing their minds midway and doing other tricks that would lead to unexpected situations.

As for these two things?

Sulovechenko, who raised his lips and formed his plan, felt that it would probably taste better if the Japanese suddenly added some seasonings to the meal while they were enjoying it.

Sulovechenko, who made a decisive decision, dared to think and act, and immediately called on the soldiers to quietly move and change positions, hanging behind the group of Japanese soldiers, waiting for the best opportunity to take action.

On the other side, Alsim, who was sitting in the cab of the first truck of three trucks and had finished his third cigarette, finally received the good news that the large group of Japanese soldiers had finally begun to dive into the boiling cauldron.

"Are you sure? The Japanese army is really moving back? What is Sulovechenko doing now?"

"The deputy company commander is still leading people to monitor the movements of the Japanese army. He asked me to come back and report the news. He said that he hoped that the company commander would be ready to receive the enemy and capture prisoners. The enemy should arrive soon according to the marching speed."

"Okay!"

Believing that Sulovichenko had his own way, Alsim raised his mouth and immediately asked the soldiers who ran back to report the news to pack up quickly, prepare their weapons, hide under the dirt road slope used to hide the Japanese corpses, and ambush. He continued to stay in the driver's building of the first car and wait for the Japanese to come.

"Come on, the big fish is finally hooked!"

On the way back, he walked to the side of Colonel Hiroki Nakamura. Major Harukawa asked some trivial questions, and was concerned about where the commander of the regiment planned to go after returning to China. If he returned to China in the future, he would go to visit him and reminisce about the past.

Nakamura Hiroki, who said one thing and thought another, didn't think that a fool like Major Harukawa would have the chance to return to his country to reminisce about the past.

His only fate was to stay in the land of Northeast China as fertilizer, and there could be no other outcome.

Colonel Nakamura Hiroki, who naturally wouldn't say that, smiled and was about to say something, but saw Major Harukawa next to him scolding first.

"Baga! These lazy idiots! I knew they would be lazy. They are sleeping again after we just left!"

"Wait a minute, Commander, I'll teach these idiots a lesson!"

There was still a hundred steps away, and he saw the driver of the lead car lying on the steering wheel and sleeping soundly, with his hat on his forehead to block the light, sleeping soundly.

Major Harukawa, who was furious, was about to step forward and show himself, but he was stopped by Nakamura Hiroki, who was still the commander of the regiment.

"No need, Harukawa-kun."

"It's been very hard for everyone to mobilize so many soldiers and follow me out for night patrol so late. It's been a bumpy and tiring drive all the way. I can't help but doze off if it's me. As a superior, you still have to be considerate of your subordinates. You should understand the principle of lifting high and letting go gently."

""

Thinking that you are about to leave and still want to teach me how to lead the troops? You are a guy who boosts the enemy's prestige and destroys your own morale. Are you qualified to teach me how to do things?

But thinking is just thinking after all. Major Harukawa, who can sit in the position of captain, still knows some superficial skills. Then he turned around and bowed his head, nodding and bowing immediately.

"Hey! Your Excellency the commander taught you, and I am very grateful!"

"Well, let's keep going. Just wake them up and go back."

At this moment, whether it was Colonel Nakamura or Major Harukawa, they were still unaware that they were about to "wake up" the "Slavic Superman" instead of the dead Japanese corpses.

When Major Harukawa, who was leading the way with a command knife, came to the front passenger seat of the first car he was riding in and put his hand on the door, he shouted without thinking.

"Hey! How long do you want to sleep? You want me to drive you there personally--"

The voice effect of the words that he had not finished saying got stuck in his throat and stopped abruptly.

Major Harukawa blinked his eyes and felt unbelievable. It was not that he didn't want to speak, but that he couldn't speak.

The cold knife that stabbed into his Adam's apple the moment he opened the door had abolished all attempts to speak.

No matter how hard he tried, Major Harukawa, who only felt his throat cold and trembling all over, couldn't say a word, and could only make a low "huff" sound in his throat.

He shivered all over as if he had stepped on the accelerator, and rolled his eyes, but he could see the side of the co-pilot seat and under the driving platform. A hunched, concealed white man was holding a saber and speaking quietly with a creepy, incomprehensible laugh.

"Hush! Don't make a sound. Come up if you have anything to say. I've reserved a seat for you."