The killed enemy soldiers were lying on the ground in a mess like rag bags. The comrades cleaning the battlefield stabbed the vital parts of the corpses in self-defense, to prevent any comrades from dying due to kamikaze acts.
In the past three or four years, the Eighteenth Army captured some officers and soldiers of the Sun Kingdom who lost consciousness on the battlefield. Some of the prisoners were inspired to become comrades during the ideological education process and joined the Eighteenth Army to engage in auxiliary military training.
Medical and intelligence work.
However, a considerable number of prisoners chose to commit suicide out of subjective perceptions or fear that their family members would be discriminated against. In some extreme cases, prisoners even violently injured others, and were killed by guards for holding medical workers hostage or snatching weapons.
So, the above scene happened. Comrades subjectively believed that the dead Japanese Japanese were the best. As for the prisoners who did not put down their weapons and raised their hands above their heads and shouted surrender, they should be considered to be in danger. Hurry up.
Eliminating hidden dangers before the enemy causes harm is a responsibility to the comrades around you and the comrades behind you.
The third company was sent to pursue the defeated troops. The first and second companies received orders from the battalion commander and took on the task of cleaning up the battlefield.
The soldier who touched the corpse took a pinch in his hand and realized that something was wrong with the "trophy" he had lifted up. Three or five people thought hard about where they had encountered such a situation before.
This news reached the ears of the battalion commander who was inspecting the battlefield, and he rushed to the scene to inspect the situation. Zhang Dabiao stroked a handful of soft enemy corpses and thought of the situation in Stage County about ten years ago. They were also found while cleaning the battlefield.
, and immediately asked Wang Chengzhu, who was following him, about the situation.
In Wang Chengzhu's field of vision, the enemy's corpse was a blurry solid-color block, with a black patch on the ground and a green patch that was not disgusting. If it weren't for the lack of data coverage in olfactory perception, Wang Chengzhu might not even be able to smell the smoke, blood and fresh air.
I can't tell. This is probably the effect of turning on the digital body. Thinking that he was already sixteen years old before time travel, Wang Chengzhu let out a long sigh of "Alas".
How could Zhang Dabiao know that Wang Chengzhu’s thoughts would reveal so much inner drama with his casual question. When he heard a sigh, he thought he had guessed the truth: “Comrade Wang Chengzhu, if I guessed correctly, that time was also your handiwork.” Wang Chengzhu had a wry smile on his face. In Zhang Dabiao's eyes, this was a sign that he was being told what he was thinking.
But he never expected that Wang Chengzhu would take the initiative to state his situation: "Battal Commander, the corpses on the highway were so soft and turned into a puddle that time, right?" Seeing Zhang Dabiao nodded, Wang Chengzhu continued, "It was the masterpiece of that system. Just now
You can see the fighting situation in front of your eyes. Although I suppress the enemy on the battlefield, I still have to fight for a while before I can kill him.
"My body has been assimilated into a set of numbers. When others attack me, my HP will be deducted, and it will be the same for me when I attack others. Before my HP reaches zero, my opponent and I can keep attacking each other without worrying about being injured and affecting our actions."<
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"This is one of the prices I paid. It has pros and cons." Wang Chengzhu said calmly.
"What else have you lost?" Zhang Dabiao's curiosity was piqued.
"I have lost the ability to see the real side of the world. For example, my comrades and enemies are injured and dead. I cannot see clearly. Normal training is nothing. On the battlefield, there is green blood flowing in my field of vision, and there are many things on the ground.
Black and brown sacks." Wang Chengzhu shook his head as he spoke, "It's like when my mother took me to the market when I was a kid, and she covered my eyes when she saw a pigmaker castrating pigs at the stall."