Chapter 3083: A Mountain of Corpses and a Sea of ​​Blood

The bloody battle ended, and the result was of course the defeat of the Japanese army.

The three divisions of the Kwantung Army gathered all their forces, equipped with carefully constructed field defense positions and semi-permanent fortifications.

The final result was that they were completely defeated in just one day by Kurbalov with the strength of one division, coupled with the artillery support of the army group and the aviation support dispatch of the front army.

Except for a small number of captured Japanese soldiers, no complete unit of the remaining 50,000 Japanese soldiers escaped, and all of them became the dead souls and limbs of the leader army.

This is an amazing record, especially for Chen Weiguo, who witnessed the powerful combat power of the leader army for the first time.

Although he had expected that the combat power of the leader army would be stronger than he imagined, the final result still shocked Chen Weiguo.

More than 50,000 Japanese soldiers were killed in one day, with heads rolling and corpses everywhere.

Although he was not a combatant assigned to the Leader Army, he came to the Leader Army as a representative of the Anti-Japanese United Army for communication and cooperation.

However, Chen Weiguo, who was deeply shocked, still applied to see the battlefield ruins where the fighting lasted for a whole day in the afterglow of the war.

The result was of course shocking.

There were so many layers of Japanese corpses that it was far from enough to bury them with manpower, even if all the prisoners, who were not many in number, were used.

It was June in the Northeast, which was a hot summer season during the day. Tens of thousands of Japanese corpses were thrown in the wild without care. It was a high probability event that a large-scale plague would break out.

The Leader Army, which was in a hurry to clean up the corpses, directly used the magic weapon - the IS7 heavy tank equipped with a mine-clearing shovel kit.

The Japanese corpses piled up like a small mountain were like a large number of dead pigs, and were pushed directly into the burial pit by the huge IS7 with a mine-clearing shovel.

All the Japanese prisoners were driven to dig graves, along with the Japanese civilians who were arrested and detained by the leader army in the areas liberated by the leader army.

It is not appropriate to say that these people are civilians. They are pure colonial groups in nature.

They came to the Northeast with the Japanese army, and with the support of the Japanese army, they exploited the local people in the Northeast, plundered land, food, money, and everything that could be plundered.

Finally, they had to turn into landlords and turn the local people who had been plundered to nothing into their slaves.

They planted the plundered land to produce benefits for these colonists who ate human blood buns, but they could only get a little bit of meager food to survive, just like livestock.

Most of them were family members of the Japanese army, and some even had three sons in the family. They were not conscripted but joined voluntarily, and brought their families to the Northeast to commit evil and plunder and bully others.

For such scum, the Japanese army is the same as the common people's blood-curdling colonists.

Malashenko's measures were very direct - they were all arrested as Japanese prisoners of war, those who were guilty were questioned, those who were in prison were in prison, and those who should be shot were shot. In the future, none of them could escape trial and atonement.

But at the moment, these guys have other uses.

There was a shortage of people to deal with the corpses on the battlefield. More than 3,000 Japanese colonists were escorted to the battlefield ruins by the leader's army.

There was only one job - digging pits to bury people, burying the Japanese soldiers who were beaten to death.

Let the Japanese bury the Japanese, Malashenko thought it was a good thing.

The corpses of those dirty and despicable militarist fanatics were not worthy of being buried by the leader's army and the oppressed and persecuted people.

"I've really opened my eyes, Weiguo. Look at this place, there are so many dead bodies of little devils, just like the grasshoppers that suddenly die when the temperature drops."

"When I was a child, my father and I went to the fields to collect the dead bodies of grasshoppers. At that time, the dead bodies of grasshoppers were piled up layer by layer, almost as high as the soles of feet. I see today's battle, almost the grasshoppers I saw back then have been replaced by little devils."

"I never dreamed that the Russians would be so powerful. More than 50,000 devils died almost completely in one day. If this continues, I don't think it will take even half a month, and the entire Kwantung Army will be finished."

It was not only Chen Weiguo who came to the battlefield ruins together, but also Lao Wei, who had met up with Chen Weiguo earlier.

Compared with Chen Weiguo, who has been in the Soviet Union for many years and knows the Red Army, and has a certain understanding of the powerful combat power of the leader's army, he was shocked but still able to keep his composure after seeing the current scene.

The state of Lao Wei's side was completely out of control.

It was unexpected that the rampant Japanese army would be killed like this. Such efficient killing efficiency was something that I had never dreamed of.

"Look at the bodies of these devils. Few were killed by bullets. Most of them were missing arms and legs, and even their bodies were not complete. Some were even only half of their bodies."

"These were all killed by planes, cannons and tanks. The devils have always relied on boasting about their good marksmanship, but what's the use of good marksmanship now? The Red Army's artillery shells and bombs are more than the bullets they can fire, several times or even more than ten times. These devils probably never dreamed that they would end up like this."

Walking past a pile of Japanese corpses, Chen Weiguo spoke to Lao Wei, who was traveling with him, and looked at the land under the pile of corpses. It had absorbed blood to saturation, and the blood that could no longer penetrate the land had accumulated on the ground, forming blood pools of varying sizes.

The blood pools in some depressions were so full that the Japanese corpses at the bottom were submerged and buried, and only half of the body could be seen still exposed outside the blood pool.

It was under such circumstances that the ruthless and huge steel war machines—IS7 heavy tanks one after another.

Still turning a blind eye to this, he drove forward with his minesweeper shovel directly cutting into the ground, ran over the blood pool, and pushed the mountain of Japanese corpses directly into the deep pit.

The commander, who leaned half out of the turret to direct the driver's advance, also reminded Chen Weiguo and Lao Wei to give way carefully.

"Be careful, don't get too close. The ground is full of blood and is slippery. There is blood and mud everywhere. Be careful if the tracks spin around and get splashed all over you."

"Thank you, got it."

Chen Weiguo, who thanked the driver for the "kind reminder" in Russian and waved his hand, was about to say something when he heard a sudden shouting coming from the digging site.

"Masao! Son, my son! Son!!!"

An old Japanese man who was driven to work found the body of his son who was a Japanese soldier in the pile of corpses. He didn't expect such a low-probability event to happen here.

When Chen Weiguo walked to the edge of the pit, he saw at a glance that the old man at the bottom of the pit was holding the upper body of a Japanese second lieutenant and crying and screaming.

As for where the lower half of his body went, I'm afraid only the artillery shells and bombs of the Red Army know.

"Damn Russian pig! Baghya Road! I will fight with you!!!"

I saw the old Japanese man holding half of the corpse suddenly stood up, grabbed the iron rod used to dig the pit, burst into madness that was not befitting his age, screamed strangely, and pointed the gun at the edge of the pit. The Red Army soldiers who oversaw the work rushed towards them.

Da da da da da——

Without any warning, the Red Army soldier knew what the old Japanese man wanted to do by looking at his posture. Without saying a word, he raised the AK in his hand and fired five consecutive bursts in fully automatic mode.

"Well--"

The old man was startled when a ball of blood burst out from his chest. He immediately lost all strength and fell backward.

With resentment and unwillingness, he fell directly back into the pit to keep company with his second lieutenant son who had died long ago.

Immediately afterwards, the Red Army translator sternly spoke a warning again.

"Don't have any dangerous thoughts, intentions, or actions, and don't let the Red Army make bad judgments! The only thing you can do is to work hard, otherwise the number of corpses in this pit will continue to increase!"