flstandardbreds Chapter 118: He who knows the current affairs is a hero
Chapter 118: He who knows the current affairs is a hero
With a sudden brake, the small circle center back's truck stopped.
The sergeant on the leading motorcycle got off and observed the big tree, then trotted over to report.
"Commander Koizumi, a big tree suddenly appeared on the road. I immediately ordered the soldiers to move it away!"
Koizumi stuck his head out of the car window. There was no village in front and no shop behind, and there was no forest within hundreds of meters. How come such a big tree suddenly appeared?
No! Lieutenant Koizumi carefully touched his waist and said to the sergeant vigilantly.
"Hey, I think something is wrong. Could this be an ambush by the Eighth Route Army?"
The sergeant put his hands on his waist and looked arrogant. He looked down on this officer who was as timid as a mouse and only knew how to resell supplies.
"Koizumi-kun, this is the rear of the empire, this is our territory. Even if there are small groups of enemies attacking, they are just local guerrillas. There is no need to be afraid!"
Lieutenant Koizumi scoffed at this theory.
According to his business theory, as long as the profit is big enough, someone will take the risk. If the things on their vehicles are worth the risk, they will definitely go deep into the so-called safe zone of the empire and carry out sabotage.
Besides, no matter whether they are local guerrillas or not, the bullets fired from the gun barrels are real bullets, which can still take their lives, right?
Besides, if I die, what will happen even if others hold on until the main force comes to support me?
Meaningless!
"It's not a good idea to make unnecessary sacrifices. Let's withdraw to Changzhi first and send the supplies over tomorrow when they are ready. Your Excellency the General will surely understand our difficulties!"
Lieutenant Koizumi made up his mind that even if he had to disobey orders, he would not lose his life.
If all else fails, try to bribe your superiors and ask your family in Osaka to give some gold to the military bosses.
"retreat!"
Although the sergeant was extremely reluctant, he still nodded and walked towards the motorcycle in front.
Sitting down on his lap, the sergeant began to curse under his breath.
"Baga, what a coward, a businessman who is afraid of death, a coward! How can we achieve merit by following such a leader! Retreat..."
Before he could even shout "retreat", a bullet pierced through the sergeant's forehead, taking his dream of making a contribution with him and joining thousands of Japanese devils.
The teams led by Wang Xikui, who was a hundred meters away, quickly knocked out the Japanese motorcycles in front and behind.
"Captain, are you still going to fight?"
Monk Wei waved his hand and saw through the telescope that all the Japanese soldiers on the trucks had shrank back, without showing even half of their heads.
"Don't shoot blindly. What if it's a bomb? Who will be responsible if it explodes? Watch again!"
Lieutenant Koizumi in the cab was terrified as his face turned pale. The high-speed bullet blew off the sergeant's head, and even drops of brain matter splattered on the windshield of the truck.
Lieutenant Koizumi took his hand from his waist and took out a long white towel, then took a rifle, hung it on it, and asked the Japanese soldier to carry it out of the cab.
Monk Wei in the distance saw this situation for the first time and was a little at a loss. Is this surrender?
"Old Wang, are the Japanese surrendering?"
"No matter if he surrenders or not, I'm going to shoot him a few more times!"
"Wait, let me take a look first."
Monk Wei raised his head slightly and shouted towards the Japanese.
"Surf the gun and don't kill!"
Then he patted his head and put the Japanese words Wang Ming taught him to use.
"Don't kill those who surrender their weapons, and treat prisoners well!"
When Lieutenant Koizumi heard that there was a chance, he was overjoyed. He hurriedly got out of the car and ordered the Japanese soldiers to throw all their guns and ammunition aside, then raised their hands and stood aside.
Monk Wei was amused when he saw it. He didn't expect the Japanese to surrender so professionally.
"First Company, stay alert. Second Company, search forward. Be careful of the enemy's hidden guns!"
Monk Wei was just worrying too much. It was not until he stepped forward and tied up Lieutenant Koizumi, who surrendered sincerely, that he realized that this group of Japanese devils were not ordinary.
He looked at Lieutenant Koizumi with interest and asked tentatively.
"Little devil, can you speak Chinese?"
Lieutenant Koizumi was a soldier at ordinary times, but he became a real businessman at night. He took back all the food, ammunition, gasoline, cotton and anything else that was needed on the black market from the Japanese troops.
Therefore, of course, he must be fluent in Chinese, otherwise how could he bargain with those merchants on the black market.
"Know a thing or two."
"Why did you surrender?"
Lieutenant Koizumi was a little speechless. Isn’t the reason for surrender very simple?
Two words: fear of death!
Those Japanese soldiers who refused to surrender even at the cost of their lives were either brainwashed or had done many bad things and were afraid of being judged by the Eighth Route Army.
Lieutenant Koizumi's hands were not stained with a drop of Chinese blood, and he resold the Japanese's supplies, which, from another perspective, was a meritorious service.
Therefore, he felt no psychological pressure in surrendering, and it was even a relief.
"There is an old Chinese saying: He who knows the times is a hero!"
Wei Heshang, Wang Xikui, and the surrounding soldiers were all amused by this Japanese officer who knew the current situation.
It seems that the Japanese soldier in front of us is just a coward, but it’s better this way. If a real fight breaks out, our soldiers might also suffer some bumps and bruises.
The second company quickly cleaned up the battlefield, threw the Japanese corpses aside, and then checked the five vehicles one by one.
Four vehicles were loaded with flour, pork and canned food, and the remaining vehicle was loaded with explosives, grenades and some bullets.
There was only one truckload of weapons and ammunition. No wonder the Japanese didn't send a large force to escort it.
After this battle, the reconnaissance battalion had almost used up all its grenades. Each soldier carried three or four, but there were still quite a few left.
"Captain, there's really no room left! The soldiers' pockets are already stuffed full!"
Monk Wei rolled his eyes at him in annoyance.
"Just take out the cans in your pockets and you'll be able to stuff them in!"
Having said that, Monk Wei still wanted the soldiers to eat better, so he thought for a while and made up his mind.
A company commander led a platoon of soldiers, escorting the Japanese prisoners, drove four trucks, delivered bullets and grenades to the position of the New Second Regiment, and then moved all the food and drinks back to the reconnaissance battalion camp.
"Captain, what should we do with the remaining truck? Should we just blow it up?"
"Explode, blast, blast! All you do is blast. Do you want to be a miner? All you do is blast!"
Monk Wei now had a plan in mind. He stripped off all the Japanese soldiers' clothes and left them with only a loincloth.
Then he called on a dozen clever soldiers to change into the Japanese uniforms.
"Captain, you don't want us to sneak into the enemy camp and sabotage them? We only speak half a bucket of Japanese. Besides, there are only a dozen of us, which is too few!"
"Why are you in such a hurry? I have my own way! Let's go!"