The health worker pointed at the wounded people who kept wailing on the street, and then looked at his company commander, with a look of intolerance on his face.
This company commander was about in his twenties and must have been promoted recently. Looking at the stumps and broken arms and the wailing wounded lying on the ground, it was obvious that he felt compassion and nodded after hearing this.
"Go ahead, but be careful."
"clear!"
After receiving permission, several health workers from this company began to treat the wounded on the street.
The first hygienist had to go to a man in a kimono who was lying on the ground groaning in pain and tried to comfort him: "You will be fine, don't worry, ah..."
Before he finished speaking, he fell to the ground clutching his neck with blood gushing out, looking at the wounded man with the knife that killed the cow with puzzled eyes.
Another wounded man lying on the stone fence on the side of the road squinted his eyes and looked at the Eighth Route Army soldiers walking around. With his uninjured right hand, he carefully touched a bamboo gun with a sharp knife stuck in the head of the gun. Suddenly, he suddenly
He raised his gun and stabbed the chest of the soldier who was passing by.
"ah!"
The sharp knife at the tip of the gun pierced the soldier's chest, and under the action of inertia, the sharp knife at the tip of the gun was thrust out from behind the soldier. The soldier who was stabbed screamed, and clutched the bamboo pole tightly, looking in disbelief at the wounded man dressed as a ronin who killed him.
His legs went weak and he fell down.
"Pah...pah..."
Before the man could pull back the bamboo gun, two bullets fired from a short distance had already hit his chest.
"Half a year!"
At this time, a man jumped up from the corpse, making a sharp scream. He waved a samurai sword in his hand and slashed hard at the Eighth Route Army soldier who had his back turned to him, cutting off half of his head with one blow.
But before he could cheer, two bayonets pierced his chest from his left and right sides respectively.
The Eighth Route Army soldiers who were attacked by injured Japanese expatriates on the street quickly used their weapons to shoot at the remaining enemies on the street. Only then did they suddenly realize that these people were not civilians in the true sense, but enemies. Their kindness was obviously misplaced.
Got the place.
When the company commander who was allowed to treat the wounded saw this scene, he wanted to shoot himself in the head. Only then did he remember that when he first took over the position of company commander, his predecessor once earnestly warned him that he must be on the battlefield.
Be wary of wounded Japanese soldiers, and do not take care even of injured Japanese civilians.
It's funny that I still didn't take it seriously at the time, thinking that the old company commander was a sham.
Now he actually issued such a stupid order, putting more than a hundred brothers in the company in such a dangerous situation. The cruel reality was telling him that he who thought he was smart was the stupidest one.
"Retreat...retreat..."
But now is not the time to regret, what he wants to do is to minimize the company's losses.
However, although he had ordered a retreat, most of the soldiers in the company were already dispersed, and there were so many Japanese expatriates and wounded people pretending to be dead on the street that they could not withdraw for a while.
"Get out of the way...get out of the way...what the hell is going on?"
Just when the company commander was at a loss what to do, a hoarse voice came from behind, and a group of Liantai militia soldiers wearing iron-gray military uniforms and Type 38 helmets were coming from behind.
The number of soldiers in this Liantai militia group is also one to two hundred, and the leader is a captain.
Seeing the scene in front of him, the captain was stunned for a moment and subconsciously picked up the Schmeisser submachine gun in his hand. However, the Eighth Route Army soldiers and Japanese expatriates were already fighting together on the street. If he fired rashly, he could easily injure himself.
people.
At this critical moment, the man took out the sharp whistle from his neck and blew it, and then shouted loudly, "Brothers of the Eighth Route Army, get down...get down quickly!"
The Eighth Route Army soldiers who were struggling with Japanese expatriates on the street heard a strange yet familiar whistle, and then heard a voice with a strong Sichuan accent and fell to the ground almost without thinking.
Different from the Eighth Route Army soldiers, the Japanese expatriates were stunned when they heard this voice. Most of them could not understand Shaanxi dialect, and a few of them could not react for a while after they understood it, so there were a few
A few seconds of daze.
Before the Japanese expats could react, another burst of intensive gunfire rang out nearby.
Dozens of submachine guns spurted out tongues of flame almost at the same time. For a moment, the Japanese expatriates and wounded soldiers who were still standing were beaten into pieces by raindrops of 9mm Parabellum pistol bullets.
Facing the sudden hail of bullets, the Japanese expatriates who had just attacked the Eighth Route Army discovered that another group of soldiers had arrived in front of them.
Suddenly an expat shouted: "Is it the Liantai Militia of China?"
When they first heard this name, the Japanese expatriates who had just launched a desperate sneak attack on the Eighth Route Army like hungry wolves immediately became confused as if they had seen a natural enemy. Some people even turned around and ran away.
The soldiers of the Liantai Militia were not polite at all, and all kinds of submachine guns, rifles and even machine gun bullets were poured towards these people.
The Eighth Route Army soldiers lying on the ground also took the opportunity to get up, pick up their guns, and pull the triggers on the Japanese expatriates who had their backs turned to them.
Although those Japanese expatriates were quite crazy just now and charged with a desperate look, they were all untrained civilians after all. Especially after seeing the arrival of the notorious Liantai militia soldiers, the courage they had summoned was instantly shattered.
Got to be clean.
More than half an hour later, the corpses of Japanese expats were lying everywhere on East Street, and the disgusting smell of blood was so strong that it could hardly be dissipated.
Hundreds of civilians wearing various Japanese costumes were kneeling on the street. Most of these people had bruises on their noses, faces, and even wounds.
Dozens of soldiers from the Liantai Militia were carefully examining the hands of these people. Not far away, there were MG42 machine guns and the muzzles of Schmeisser submachine guns pointed at them.
"Squad leader, these Japs must have been in the military with old silkworms in their hands."
A soldier who was checking his hands shouted to the sergeant not far away, pointing out those people with his finger.
A sergeant who was about to light up a cigarette on the street heard the soldiers shouting, took out the M1911A1 pistol from the holster, walked over with the cigarette in his mouth, and aimed the pistol at the back of one of the men's heads. The muzzle was only about a foot away from the man before he clicked the gun.
Move the trigger.
"boom!"
There was a gunshot, and the Japanese man kneeling on the street fell to the ground without saying a word, with red and white stuff flying out of the back of his head.
The sergeant holding the pistol did not wipe the blood splashed on his face and hands. He walked behind the other person expressionlessly and pulled the trigger again. Without any hesitation, he killed these people with old silkworms in their hands.
Execution of Japanese man.
Looking at the sergeant who executed the prisoners without changing his expression, the faces of the Eighth Route Army soldiers not far away showed expressions of relief.