Chapter 92 What a Clever Little Guy (Seeking Votes on Monday, All Kinds of Votes!)

As the newcomer took two big steps, the warm light from the campfire basically allowed the sentry to see the newcomer clearly.

Although the shadow of the Type 90 steel helmet covered with gunpowder covered the other person's face, the rank of second lieutenant on his collar badge was real.

The two sentries' nervous expressions eased slightly, and the muzzles of their guns drooped slightly, but their hands were still on the bolts.

"Command!"

The pure Kyoto accent of Honjima roared softly from the Japanese second lieutenant who was already two meters away from the sentry.

The strict hierarchy concept that had been integrated into their bones made the two Japanese sentries stand at attention almost subconsciously, hanging their rifles at their sides, and replied: "Bloom!"

"Baga! I asked you to ask for commands, not to reply to commands! You are from Nagoya, are you millipedes?" The second lieutenant tried to suppress his roar.

He kicked the wood chips at his feet and flew them into the campfire, causing the flames to tremble. The second lieutenant's anger made the two sentries silent.

The predecessor of the 3rd Division was the Nagoya Garrison, so naturally there were more soldiers from Nagoya, and most of the officers came from the Japanese Military Academy, so naturally there were people from all over the place. It was not uncommon for the 3rd Division to be scolded by a second lieutenant with a Kyoto accent as a Nagoya horse.

"Mine is responsible for patrolling the sentry posts, and yours is greatly unqualified!" The second lieutenant was even more angry when he saw this situation.

Hearing this, the two sentinels moved their lips to defend themselves, but they didn't dare to speak.

The strict hierarchy of the Japanese army made the two corporals completely confused when facing the criticism of a second lieutenant officer who was very likely to have a noble status.

"Sakura!" A voice came from seven or eight meters away.

Along with the sound, a khaki figure stood up from the pile of debris in the ruins, holding a gun and trotting a few steps, and stood up more than two meters away from the second lieutenant, with a smile on his face: "Sir, the first squad leader of the Yamamoto team, Okagawa Pingyu, reports to you."

"Team Yamamoto?" In the firelight, the second lieutenant glanced at the position of the Japanese sentry who had just taken the initiative to walk out. The expression on his face was unclear, and he whispered: "Did I remember it wrong? Team Yamamoto should not be in this position!"

Hearing the second lieutenant's question, the Japanese soldier standing more than two meters away, who was obviously the leader of the three Japanese soldiers, suddenly relaxed a lot, took the initiative to stand forward again, and bent his waist a little: "Sorry, sir, we are indeed not Team Yamamoto, we belong to Team Matsuda, and we did that just now because..."

"Yoshi! You are good!" Without waiting for the Japanese sergeant to finish explaining, the second lieutenant gave him a thumbs up.

The Japanese sergeant finally felt relieved. He not only proved the other party's identity, but also made up for the bad impression that the two subordinates had made on the second lieutenant due to negligence.

Yes, just these few sentences contain the Japanese sergeant's cunning.

A Japanese infantry battalion has more than 1,000 people, so naturally not all of them are familiar with each other, especially after a war that lasted for several months, the Japanese army's own casualties exceeded 30%, and there were too many new recruits.

If you want to prove the identities of both parties, it is the safest to rely on the password issued by the regiment headquarters before dark, but as the two stupid young men just reported the reply password in advance, it naturally became invalid.

Therefore, the Japanese sergeant's clever little head was running at high speed and played a little trick.

In this war that swept the world, the Japanese Army is definitely the most unique army, without a doubt.

Not only because its superiors like to be arrogant, not playing tricks of snake swallowing elephants, but also daring to poke tigers' butts, but also because its military organization is different from other countries in the world.

Of course, the special organization of the army is not only in the deployment of personnel and weapons, but also in their names, which are full of Japanese regional and cultural characteristics. In layman's terms, I have never seen such a down-to-earth army.

For example, the 3rd Division originated in Nagoya and is usually called the Nagoya Division. The 2nd Division is called the Sendai Division. The 4th Division, which is well-known both at home and abroad, is naturally called the Osaka Division.

Having such a strong local flavor number naturally has advantages and disadvantages. The advantage is that everyone is from the same hometown, and they can trust each other during combat, which makes the troops feel a sense of belonging.

The disadvantage is also obvious. Because of the different places, the habits of the soldiers in each unit are also different, which also creates a different character for each division.

For example, the Kumamoto and Sendai divisions, their ancestors produced strong soldiers and the people were tough, so such troops had a bandit spirit;

The 4th Division from Osaka came from Osaka Castle, which liked to do business, so they liked to play tricks during wars;

And the Tokyo 101st Division from the headquarters of the Japanese Yamaguchi-gumi had a strong gangster atmosphere, often liked to beat and scold their superiors, and made them pour footbath water...

The Black Society was so awesome that it actually broke the most stringent hierarchy concept in the Japanese army.

In addition to using place names, the Japanese army also liked to use the surnames of their superiors before the names of the troops, such as the 5th Division was called the Itagaki Division.

The regiments, battalions, and squadrons under the division were called by this convention. That was to prevent the leakage of the number during wartime. Battalions and above were called certain troops, and squadrons and below were called teams, just like the number reported by the Japanese sergeant just now, which was the infantry squadron level.

And these, if you don't understand the internal habits of the Japanese army, you naturally don't know.

If the second lieutenant shows unfamiliarity with this, then it's wrong.

Of course, more importantly, the key to this trick is that the Japanese sergeant deliberately changed the name of the squadron. A second lieutenant who claimed to be on patrol would naturally know the defense zone of each infantry squadron.

Therefore, before confirmation, the Japanese sergeant seemed respectful, but he stood more than two meters away, which was enough to avoid attacks, and the long gun in his hand could be handed forward at any time.

This was really smart, otherwise the second lieutenant would not have praised him so much, patted his shoulder, took out expensive cigarettes from Kyoto from his arms, and waved at him, which meant that there were not only verbal rewards, but also material rewards.

How could the Japanese sergeant not be overjoyed? The lieutenant-level officer was already the highest-level officer he could contact at this level. As long as this person could say a few good words to his superiors, wouldn't it be a matter of minutes for the sergeant to become a sergeant?

"You're too polite, sir!" The Japanese sergeant bowed politely in the extremely envious eyes of the two sentinels.

The second lieutenant seemed to casually throw two cigarettes to the two sentries, but he didn't throw them accurately, and they fell to the ground. The two sentries quickly bent down to pick them up.

The Japanese sergeant reached out respectfully and took the cigarette box, so much so that he ignored that the tall second lieutenant had turned slightly and stood in front of him.

At the same time, Xiao Jijing's nose also smelled a strong smell of blood.

He was slightly stunned and looked at the cigarette box in his hand. There was blood on it that had not completely dried.

Our 3rd Infantry Battalion has not yet gone into battle! Where did the blood come from? Xiao Jijing's mind flashed with doubts.

Perhaps the doubts came too suddenly, so that it hurt his heart.

The Japanese sergeant, who suddenly felt a pain in his heart, subconsciously lowered his head, but found that a Type 38 bayonet seemed to grow out of his heart.

The stab was so deep that from his angle, the Type 38 bayonet, which was 50 centimeters long, had only half of the blade and handle.

"Enemy attack!" The Japanese sergeant suddenly raised his head and screamed heartbreakingly.

Sergeant Xiao Jiling finally knew why he was wary of this second lieutenant who looked very unfamiliar at the beginning, because his height was really different from himself and most of his colleagues.

With a tall figure that was nearly 1.8 meters taller than him, he might not be a rare animal in the 2nd Infantry Battalion, but he should definitely know him.

An enemy who is proficient in Japanese and familiar with the situation in the army and dares to sneak attack at this time, his personal strength is self-evident.

He did not resist at the first time but shouted directly to warn his own people. This was the only thing Xiao Jiling could do for his colleagues.

This is really a good guy! Any Japanese officer would probably praise this veteran who is smart enough and loyal to his duties.

Unfortunately, Xiao Jingling still underestimated his opponent. The roar he had tried to make was still lingering on his tongue. The long gun that he had placed at his side suddenly bounced up, and the terrible Type 38 bayonet pierced his jaw, piercing his mouth and directly into his brain.

The roar that exhausted his life was definitely not much louder than the wailing of a little chicken, and it dissipated in the autumn wind of China.