Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

No matter how fast two legs are, they can never be faster than half-track armored vehicles and tanks.

Only five minutes later, the mechanized infantry of the 1st Armored Division picked up the fishing nets and tightly surrounded the big fish caught 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 were naturally shot on the spot. The American-style scoop net was mainly used to kill anyone who showed his head.

"Put your gun down! You won't be killed if you surrender!"

When Vehicle 102 drove towards the den, the outer perimeter of the encirclement was already crowded with people.

Before the tanks reached their destination, soldiers shouted "Here they come", followed by deafening celebrations.

This scene is very much like an interstellar paratrooper catching a brain worm.

Looking at the cheering comrades, the platoon leaders couldn't help but smile. However, considering that the battle was not completely over, he decisively shouted to the crowd:

When the crowd dispersed, they saw ten fully armed mechanized infantrymen surrounding a net of large fish right in front of an overturned truck from a few meters away.

"Old Wei, your previous shot was like frying fish. A lieutenant general division commander, a colonel, and the rest of the devils are just ordinary soldiers, but every Japanese prisoner is a rare treasure."

"Our temporary action this time has completely destroyed the Second Tank Division."

"It's so enjoyable, so enjoyable!"

Upon hearing the report from his comrades, the platoon leaders' eyes widened immediately, obviously having received a great shock.

In fact, judging from the Japanese's successive attacks, he had anticipated that the harvest this time would most likely be considerable, but he never expected it to be so rich.

A lieutenant general division commander, plus a colonel-level staff officer, is simply the core command layer of a division-level force.

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

Presumably, in the coming year, even if the Japanese headquarters replenished the Kwantung Army with sufficient tanks, they would not be able to form a new tank division for a while.

"Hehe, luck, I'm just lucky. Our crew didn't think that much at the time. We just didn't want to let any enemy escape."

"Okay, let's get down to business first. It's important to identify the prisoners and gather intelligence."

"Besides, this is a collective achievement. It doesn't matter if you only congratulate me."

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

After a simple greeting, the enemy work cadre immediately spoke with an authentic Honshu accent, holding up a loud speaker and shouting slogans in Japanese to persuade people to surrender.

"Don't resist stubbornly. Those who surrender will not be killed. We, the Eighth Route Army, will treat prisoners well!"

"Your Operation One has failed. The war is over! Put down your weapons. We will provide medical assistance and food supplies!"

The Kwantung Army was the ace force deployed by the Japanese Army in the Republic of China.

These devils were well-trained and determined. Even when they were about to face death, they did not show any fear. They were even thinking about how to drag a few Eighth Route Army soldiers to die with them.

Faced with this kind of enemy that is not easily defeated by either soft or hard tactics, the enemy work cadres were unable to achieve any substantial results even if they tried their best.

Just when the platoon leader was losing his patience and preparing to lead his soldiers in a head-on attack, the surrounded Japanese soldiers suddenly laid 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 at the corners of his mouth. However, no matter how embarrassed he looked, he couldn't hide his arrogance.

"I am Lieutenant General Okada Susumu, commander of the 2nd Tank Division of the Kwantung Army. Congratulations to you, the Eighth Route Army, for temporarily gaining an advantage on the battlefield."

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

As soon as these words were spoken, the platoon leader and the infantry squad leader beside him laughed out loud.

The two men unscrupulously looked up and down at the old Japanese in front of them, making sarcastic comments from time to time, as if they had the words "civilized monkey-watching" written on their faces.

Faced with such a great humiliation, Okada, who was already suppressing his anger, broke down on the spot.

He even forgot the fact that he was at the mercy of others and roared in protest with his hair standing on end.

"This is too much! I have tolerated you two for so long! What's so funny?"

At the moment when the Japanese devils went berserk, the infantry soldiers on standby around them immediately stepped forward.

They first confiscated the samurai sword held in the Japanese lieutenant general's hands, and then forced him back to a safe area with the black muzzle of a gun.

At the same time, the platoon leader and his colleagues looked at each other, then took out the intelligence document from his pocket and said jokingly:

"Mr. Okada, every soldier of the Eighth Route Army has received strict training. No matter what funny things we encounter, we usually don't laugh unless we can't help it, hahahaha."

"Look, is this photo of you?"

Although there was a human wall between the two, Okada's eyesight was still good enough to see the photos and marked information on the intelligence documents.

When he saw this, his eyes froze instantly.

In the upper left corner of the profile is a headshot ID photo. Below the portrait is personal information such as name, education experience, and military service record.

Such detailed and comprehensive information immediately made the old devil understand the whole story and why the Eighth Route Army had been staring at him as if he were a clown.

However, considering the task assigned by his superiors, Okada finally answered reluctantly:

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

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The platoon leader didn't want to waste any more words on this enemy who would not give up until they saw the Yellow River. He waved his hand, signaling the soldiers not to show mercy.

After receiving the order, a strong man from Shandong who was capable of hip-firing a 13.2mm heavy machine gun flew over and knocked down the old Japanese soldier without saying a word, and clamped his knee on his neck.

In order to eliminate the hidden danger, the surrounding soldiers came forward to support and stripped the fake lieutenant general naked, even the dirty loincloth was not spared.

"Humph, can you Japanese come up with some new tricks? Don't you have any reliable new tricks other than feigning surrender, dying in place of others, and committing suicide?"

"Comrades, look carefully. The real Okada must be mixed in the crowd."

"Medical staff, try to save the life of the Japanese lieutenant general. A living lieutenant general is definitely more useful than a dead one."

"yes!"

The sudden change immediately caused the Japanese in the encirclement to panic.

Most of the men subconsciously wanted to bend down and pick up their weapons again, but before their hands could touch the Type 38 rifle, a series of fast, accurate, fierce and powerful elbow strikes from the butt of the rifle hit their heads.

"Behave yourself! Everyone, raise your hands!"

Sure enough, after a few dozen seconds of rough searching, the Lieutenant General Okada Susumu, who was disguised as an ordinary soldier, was found by the soldiers.

At this time, the old devil's condition was almost the same as being on the verge of death.

His entire body was covered with penetrating wounds caused by flying rivets. The blood oozing from the wounds had already dyed his military uniform red, and his old face had turned purple.

In order to save Okada's life, the medical staff who came from behind first forcibly pierced a hole in his neck to prevent the big fish from suffocating to death.

Stop bleeding?

Of course, you would put on a tourniquet first, then put your fingers against the gauze and apply it to the wound.

For areas that are really difficult to handle, just use adhesives and medical U-shaped staples.

If the squad leader had not spoken up in time to stop them, the comrades would probably have performed a wonderful show of pinching the heart to perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation and violently sawing off the legs with an engineering shovel.

Seeing the old Japanese soldier being woken up on the spot by several bottles of medical alcohol, rows of platoon leaders came over with smiles on their faces.

"It's Lieutenant General Okada, right? I don't understand, if you don't want to be captured, why don't you commit suicide by disembowelment? Isn't this a traditional art of you Japanese?"

"Forget it. If you have anything to say, you should explain it in the military court. I don't have time to listen to your nonsense."

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

Anda Twenty-three's name was like some kind of switch. The old Japanese soldier, who was originally dying, immediately began to struggle, and there was a hint of a last gasp of life in his whole body.

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 Shandong Province as a lieutenant general and a division commander, and follow in the footsteps of his classmates at the Army University, even if he was a corpse.

But who would have thought that TG actually had detailed intelligence about the senior commander of our brother country. The old devils can't rest in peace now.

It was more useful to consider the living enemy, and the platoon leaders reluctantly averted their eyes from the clown.

He waved to the medical staff, signaling his comrades to continue working.

"Give our big fish a few injections of medicine to prolong his life, and then quickly send him to the field hospital in the rear for emergency treatment. He is the future guest of the Far East Military Tribunal, remember to let everyone treat him well." (End of this chapter)