Half a month has passed since the landing and cleaning operation of the Irrawaddy Delta. About 8,000 New Army soldiers from three regiments have launched operations, and one by one purge of the remaining Japanese devils on the archipelago.

There were about 20,000 Japanese Japanese who were driven to the archipelago, but now there are less than 5,000 capable of moving. A large number of Japanese soldiers died of hunger and disease. A considerable number of them even fell under the butcher knife of their compatriots and turned into food for others.

According to Fang Jingyao's idea, he was originally planning to siege and not attack, so that they could kill each other, and completely starve to death and trap them on the island.

But the situation does not wait for anyone. On the only two battlefields left in Myanmar, the Delta has delayed too much time. Liao Mingyu has issued several telegrams in succession, requiring Fang Jingyao's troops to resolve the Japanese army as soon as possible and to divide troops to support the Yangon area.

There was no way, and Junzuo had to listen to the orders, so Fang Jingyao transferred his two divisions to the east and rushed to the Yangon battlefield and the border between Siam and Myanmar, making compromises for the overall situation.

However, the last few thousand Japanese devils still need to be solved. They are scattered on hundreds of islands of all sizes. If they are eliminated one by one, they are not only expensive, but also time-consuming and labor-intensive, which is simply unrealistic for the current time.

So Fang Jingyao changed his strategy and transported a large amount of food and food to the island, and told the soldiers not to kill them, and to capture prisoners as much as possible, and accept the Japanese surrender.

At first, everyone didn't understand, but as time went on to the island, they gradually realized how harsh the battlefield environment here was.

When the soldiers first landed on the island, they treated the Japanese army with one word: Kill! Whenever they encounter any living creature with two legs, they will be served by bullets and will never show mercy.

At the beginning, the Japanese were indeed like a stray dog, being chased and killed miserably. The rest of them were still running and scattered in an instant, hiding deep in the forest.

The complex terrain is very suitable for hiding traces. The islands can also be transferred during low tides. Although the Japanese army has almost no resistance, it is difficult to pull out the Japanese in the jungle on the island in a short time.

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It's all right...

The branches in the bamboo forest move with the wind, and the leaves are blown to the ground.

No one noticed that there were more than a dozen fully armed soldiers wearing camouflage, green faces full of greenery.

They were all energetic, and their cold expressions showed a sense of murderousness. They were ambushed in place like sculptures, but their eyes were filled with shock and fear...

I saw a Japanese soldier wearing a ragged curtain hat and ragged body with a machete by the small pond not far ahead. His mechanical movements and expressions made people feel extremely depressed.

The two corpses lying on the ground, one of which disappeared from its legs. The corpse had already been highly decayed, and fat maggots were everywhere, as if they were enjoying a feast of gluttons.

The other corpse was not optimistic, with flies and mosquitoes flying around the sky, and the carrion and thick water emitted a foul smell, but the situation was quite good on the arm.

The Japanese soldier used a knife to peel off the good meat from the arm, put it into the prepared steel helmet next to him, went to the pond to til some water, then placed the helmet on the fire, and began to cook human flesh...

This terrifying scene made the reconnaissance company members hiding behind the bamboo forest observing.

The Japanese are so cruel. They are used to life and death on the battlefield and can't help but be amazed. Is this still something that people can do?

Several warriors with weak psychological endurance were almost vomiting out. It was hard to imagine what kind of encounter these Japanese would do such a beast-like behavior.

A soldier had his eyelids tremblingly and kept jumping, muttering his mouth to the ghost's body and other things, as if he was a little scared. Then he opened the insurance and pointed the gun at the back of the Japanese soldier, preparing to send the beast to drink Mengpo soup.

"Wait first..."

Qiu Lin suddenly took action and pressed his gun down.

"Squad leader, don't you need to kill him?" the soldier asked in confusion. The temper of his squad leader is obvious to all. He will never be ruthless when he encounters a Japanese devil. Why this time...

"Shunzi, Sihu, go... get him done, I want to live!"

Qiu Lin thought for a while and issued an order, not because he was soft-hearted, but because he wanted to see what this Japanese devil who could eat his companions looked like.

...

At this time, Onozuka Hitomi no longer had the idea of ​​escaping his life. He had been in this pond for several days, and the wounds on his thighs and shoulders became more and more serious.

Although the food problem has been temporarily solved, and the two corpses of his former companion can still be kept for a while, his body is getting weaker and weaker due to injury.

Moreover, due to the hot weather, the corpse is also rotting rapidly and maggots are growing. The smell is too high. Even after it is cooked, it still has an unpleasant smell of rottenness.

In fact, taste is second, and the most important thing is the hurdle in my heart, but what can I do to survive? Onozuka Hitomi endured the nausea and discomfort, forcing himself to eat this difficult food to swallow. The desire to survive drove him not to compromise with fate.

Onozuka Hitomi was still concentrating on cooking food and adding firewood to the fire by himself. However, two soldiers of the Expeditionary Army had already quietly touched behind him. It was too late when he noticed the movement.

As soon as he turned his head, the soldier named Shunzi went up and kicked him in the back of his mind, kicking him directly into the fire, and the soup in the steel helmet pot was also sprinkled all over the floor.

Before Hitoshi Onozuka could react, Sihu rushed forward and pressed his body with a height of more than 170 kilograms directly on his body. He then took out the leggings that had been prepared long ago to tie the other party's hands tightly.

"Hey! Be fucking gentle, don't kill him, the squad leader said he wanted to catch the alive!"

Looking at the face of Onozuka Ren, who was pressed to the point of being purple and breathless, Shunko, who was beside him, hurriedly greeted him, for fear that his comrades would be too strong to send him away.

"Don't worry, I have a clear idea!" Sihu replied indifferently, and tied the other party's backhand.

At this time, Onozuka was so hungry that he was only skinny and boneless that he had no weight. Sihu lifted it up with one hand like a chicken.

In a short while, Qiu Lin brought seven or eight soldiers out of the forest.

All around were Chinese soldiers with camouflage faces painted with ferocious Chinese faces, but they scared Onotsuka Hitoshi so much that they shivered, thinking that it was over if they fell into their hands.

"Squad leader, how do you do this?" Sihu sniffed his nose, not understanding what the function of keeping a Japanese man who ate human flesh was.

Looking at the unkempt Japanese soldier in front of him, Qiu Lin felt a little complicated. According to his usual style, it was just a bullet, but in the current situation, killing indiscriminately does not seem to solve the problem.

The superiors' order has just come down these two days to let the troops catch the living as much as possible and provide them with food and water.

Although I don’t know why I did this, Qiu Lin could guess something. Keeping these Japanese devils’ lives might be of great use.

"You killed those two Japanese soldiers?"

Qiu Lin asked for no reason, and the soldiers showed puzzled expressions. Could it be that the Japanese killed each other in order to survive?

There was no reason why Qiu Lin asked this. The two corpses on the ground were stripped of nothing. Although they had already started to rot, the external injuries on their bodies were still vaguely visible.

Looking closely... One of them had a bullet piercing injury on his chest, and the other had a half-finger-long hole in his upper abdomen, which should have been stabbed with a bayonet or other weapons.
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