People can hold in their urine, but not their feces.
The sphincter contracted and tightened, trying to maintain the last line of defense. However, all this was in vain. Along with strong stomach pain and a sense of stagnation, Shimura Kikujiro's complexion changed drastically, and his consciousness and thinking were completely occupied by the body's internal reactions.
At this moment, facing the torrent of impact, he could hardly hold on.
He glanced around and saw that many of his companions were returning to regroup. Shimura Kikujiro, a soldier of the 8th Squadron, could no longer care about his commander's orders. Even if he was scolded, he would finish his shit.
As an Imperial student and writer, he didn't want to experience the feeling of having shit in his pants.
Looking around, he found a good location not far away. Shimura Kikujiro's eyes suddenly lit up and he ran over quickly.
Under the darkness of night, no one noticed Shimura Kikujiro's movements.
Arriving at this small slope holding his stomach, Shimura Kikujiro couldn't wait to take off his pants, squat down, and began to release the feeling that had been accumulated in his body for a long time.
In one word, cool.
On the other side, all the Japanese soldiers of the third group who participated in the exercise have quickly returned to the assembly point and lined up. All the Japanese soldiers, who have consumed a lot of physical strength and energy, are covered in sweat and panting. The weather is too hot and they will sweat even if they move a little.
Not to mention launching high-intensity military exercises.
All members of the Third Battalion barely maintained an orderly queue. Each squadron leader took a short rest and then began to count the number of people. Captain Ichiki Kiyoshi stood upright in front of the queue, gazing with satisfaction at this group of soldiers who had undergone strict training and maintained military discipline. In his eyes,
Come, these are all the best warriors of the Japanese Empire.
"Report to the captain!" At this moment, a figure rushing towards him suddenly appeared in the queue. He saw Setsuro Shimizu, the captain of the 8th Squadron, running towards him and standing in front of Ichiki Qingnao, with an eager look on his face.
.
Captain Ichiki Kiyoshi saw this and asked, "Qingmizu-kun, what happened?"
"After counting, our team's second-class soldier Shimura Kikujiro is no longer there. He is suspected to be lost. Please let me send someone to look for him. He is the latest recruit to serve. He is not familiar with this area and is very easy to lose his way." Setsuro Shimizu straightened his back.
, salute with the right hand, and quickly report what was discovered during the head count just now.
"What, lost?" Captain Ichiki Qingzhi heard this and was startled for a moment, his face showed joy, and his eyes couldn't help but look at Sato standing next to him.
When Captain Sato Izumi saw this look, he immediately understood what his captain meant and nodded, with a trace of expectation in his eyes.
"yes!"
Setsuro Kiyomizu lowered his head and replied: "I will personally lead the search and find Private Shimura Kikujiro as soon as possible."
"Qingshui-kun, this matter is very important. I think we should return to the camp and report to the captain. Wait for the captain to give instructions. If nothing happens, you will go to Wanping City to find Shimura-kun. Just like the lost army horse before, understand.
What do I mean?" Ichiki Kiyoshi stared at Setsuro Kiyomizu and said slowly.
Like the lost military horse before?
The lost military horse in Fengtai?
Hearing what the captain said, Setsuro Shimizu still didn't understand. There was a hint of excitement in his eyes. The Emperor is above, and this is going to be a repeat of the military horse incident.
At this moment, he knew that the captain would not blame him for the missing soldiers of the 8th Squadron, and the matter had been shifted to looking for the missing Shimura Kikujiro from the Chinese!
As a new recruit, Shimura Kikujiro was not familiar with the Marco Polo Bridge area. The distance between the exercise area and the permanent camp was about five or six kilometers. If the Third Battalion returned to the camp first, no matter what Shimura Kikujiro was doing, he would eventually lose his way.
Excited!
excited!
expect!
Setsuro Shimizu knew what would happen next, and even more what it meant to him.
He suppressed the excitement in his heart and nodded: "Hi! I understand, Your Excellency Captain!"
"Everyone is here, march quickly and return to the camp quickly!" Seeing Qingshui Jielang understand the meaning, Ichiki Qingzhi's eyes were filled with satisfaction. He turned his head and glanced at Wanping City on the other side of the river, showing a proud and expectant smile, and immediately
Issue orders to the third brigade, which has just finished counting their numbers.
There is no previous speech, no previous speech, now, the most important thing is leaving the exercise area, making this private completely lost.
Secondly, gather all the troops of the entire brigade!
The assembled third brigade obeyed the order and quickly transitioned into a forced march, leaving the assembly point and heading towards the camp.
"It feels so comfortable. It's time to go back. The squadron leader will definitely scold me again, and the squad leader will scold me too..."
Kikujiro Shimura, who was squatting under a small slope, wiped his buttocks with a branch, kicked some dirt with his right foot to cover it up, packed his clothes and pants, and after having a bowel movement, his stomach finally stopped hurting. When he stood up
After that, I suddenly discovered an unexpected situation.
"Nani?! Where is our team?!" Looking at the empty assembly point, Shimura Kikujiro looked confused.
All companions and officers disappeared, and hundreds of people were missing.
Your Majesty the Emperor, what is going on?!
Have you gone back already?
Why didn't you notice my absence?
Baga!
How should I go back?
In the dark night and sultry environment, Shimura Kikujiro swallowed his throat, picked up the Type 38 rifle next to him with his right hand, held it in his hand, put it on combat alert, and walked along the route in his memory.
He had to return to the military camp as soon as possible. Otherwise, the situation would be terrible. What awaited him would be endless ridicule and insults, as well as criticism from the squadron leader.
…
The camp headquarters of the Japanese Third Battalion.
"A Japanese Imperial soldier is suspected to have gone missing during the exercise?! Mr. Ichiki, your news came too timely. It is now 10:30 in the evening. You immediately send people to Wanping City to find those Chinese people.
Ask them to hand over our soldiers. If they don't hand over, they will go to the city to search for people on the grounds that they suspect that the other party has kidnapped our soldiers!" On the phone, as the supreme commander of the first wing of the Chinese Garrison Army's Riverside Brigade, the captain
Colonel Mutaguchi Renya was extremely excited in his words. After receiving a detailed report from Ichiki Kiyonao, he quickly issued an order.
Coming.
The opportunity finally came.
Finally they found a perfect excuse. Now it doesn't matter why the private did not return to the team. Anyway, he was lost near Marco Polo Bridge!
Not only that, there is also the possibility of being kidnapped by the Chinese.
As for whether this situation is true?
Does it matter?
"Hi! Your Excellency, Captain, I will immediately send someone to Wanping City to negotiate." Captain Yimu Qingzhi nodded and said.
After hanging up the phone, Ichiki Kiyoshi, with eyes full of expectation, quickly left the headquarters war room and came outside. At this moment, all 1,099 soldiers of the Third Battalion had been assembled, loaded with live ammunition, and weapons and ammunition distributed.
Finished, in combat mode.
Seeing this scene, Ichiki Kiyoshi sneered and gave an order to order the troops to set off.
This time, he wanted to make the 219th Regiment on the other side of the river feel the power of the Imperial Japanese Army, make them fearful, and make them afraid.
The Third Battalion left the station in a mighty manner and marched towards the Marco Polo Bridge three kilometers away in a combat march. Not long after, the leading troops of the Third Battalion entered the Marco Polo Bridge area and immediately attracted the attention of the defenders on the bridge.