Chapter 92 What a clever little guy (please vote on Monday, all kinds of votes!)
As the visitor took two big steps, the warm light from the bonfire basically allowed the sentry to see the visitor clearly.
Although the shadow of the smoke-filled Type 90 steel helmet obscured the opponent's face, the rank of second lieutenant on his collar badge was real.
The nervous expressions of the two sentries relaxed slightly, and the muzzles of their guns were slightly lowered, but their hands were still on the bolts.
"Password!"
A soft roar with a pure Kyoto accent came from the Japanese second lieutenant who had approached the sentry two meters away.
The strict sense of hierarchy that had been integrated into their bones caused the two Japanese sentries to stand upright almost subconsciously, put the rifles hanging on their hands, and replied: "Blooming!"
"Baga! I asked you to ask for the password, not to reply to the password! Are you from Nagoya Malu?" the second lieutenant tried his best to suppress his roar.
He kicked the broken wood at his feet and flew into the bonfire, causing the flames to tremble. The second lieutenant's outburst of anger silenced the two sentries.
The predecessor of the Third Division was Nagoya Town, so it naturally recruited more soldiers from Nagoya. However, most of the officers came from the Japanese Military Academy. Naturally, they can be found in various places. A second lieutenant with a Kyoto accent scolded Nagoya Malu.
The Third Division is nothing too new.
"Mine is responsible for patrolling sentries, and yours is greatly unqualified!" Seeing this situation, the second lieutenant became even more angry.
Hearing this, the two sentries moved their lips and wanted to defend themselves, but they did not dare to speak.
The Japanese army's strict hierarchy made two upper-class soldiers completely confused when faced with the censure of a second lieutenant officer who most likely had aristocratic status.
"Sakura!" A voice came from seven or eight meters away.
Following the sound, a khaki figure stood up from the pile of debris in the ruins, trotted a few steps with a gun in hand, and stood up more than two meters away from the second lieutenant, with a smile on his face: "Shangguan, the third officer of the Yamamoto team.
1 Team Commander Okagawa Pingyu reports to you."
"Team Yamamoto?" In the light of the fire, the second lieutenant glanced at the position of the Japanese hidden sentry that had just walked out from the corner of his eye. With a confused expression on his face, he whispered: "Did I remember wrongly? Team Yamamoto shouldn't be in this position!"
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Hearing the second lieutenant's question, the Japanese soldier who was standing more than two meters away and was obviously the leader of the three Japanese soldiers suddenly relaxed a lot. He took the initiative to stand forward and bent his waist a little: "Sorry, sir, we are indeed
It’s not the Yamamoto team, it’s affiliated with the Matsuda team. It was like that just now because..."
"Yo Xi! Yours is good!" Before the Japanese corps commander finished explaining, the second lieutenant gave him a thumbs up in praise.
The Japanese corps commander was finally relieved. Not only did he prove the opponent's identity, he also made up for the bad impression caused by the negligence of his two subordinates to the second lieutenant.
Yes, these few lines of dialogue contain the cunningness of a Japanese army commander.
There are more than 1,000 people in an infantry brigade of the Japanese army. Naturally, not all of them are familiar with each other, especially after a war that lasted for several months. The Japanese army's own casualties exceeded 30%, and there were too many new recruits.
If you want to prove the identity of both parties, the most reliable way is to rely on the password issued by the coalition commander before dark. However, as the two idiot youths got nervous and reported the reply password in advance, it naturally became invalid.
Therefore, the clever little head of the Japanese army commander worked at high speed and played a little trick.
The Japanese Army was definitely the most unique army in this war that swept the world.
Not only because its officers like to play tricks like snakes swallowing elephants or dare to poke tigers in the butt, but its military organization is also different from other countries in the world.
Of course, the specialness of the military establishment is not only the deployment of personnel and weapons, but also the fact that their names are full of Japanese regional and cultural characteristics. To put it simply, I have never seen such a down-to-earth army.
For example, the 3rd Division started in Nagoya and is usually called the Nagoya Division, the 2nd Division is called the Sendai Division, and the 4th Division, which is famous for its famous names in Japan and abroad, is naturally called the Osaka Division.
There are naturally disadvantages and advantages to having such a strong local flavor. The advantage is that everyone is from the same hometown, so they can trust each other during combat, giving the troops a sense of belonging.
The shortcomings are also obvious. Because the places are different, the habits of the soldiers in each unit are also different, which also creates different personalities of each division.
For example, the Kumamoto and Sendai divisions have historically produced strong soldiers and strong folk customs, so such troops have a bandit spirit;
The fourth division from Osaka comes from Osaka Castle, which likes to do business, so it likes to be cunning when fighting;
The Tokyo 101st Division from the Yamaguchi-gumi headquarters in Japan has a strong sense of hooliganism. They often like to beat and scold their superiors and make them pour water on their feet...
The Heisekai is so awesome that it actually broke the most stringent hierarchy concept in the Japanese army.
In addition to using place names, the Japanese army also likes to use the surname of its commander before the name of the unit. For example, the Fifth Division is called Itagaki Division.
The regiments, brigades, and squadrons under the division are called according to this convention. In order to prevent the leakage of the number during the war, the corps and above are called a certain unit, and the squadron and below are called corps, just like the Japanese army commander just now
The number reported is infantry squadron level.
And of course, those who don't understand the internal habits of the Japanese army will not know this.
If the second lieutenant shows any unfamiliarity with this, then something is wrong.
Of course, and more importantly, the most powerful part of this trick is that the Japanese army commander deliberately changed the name of the squadron. A second lieutenant who claims to be on guard duty will naturally know the defense zone of each infantry squadron.
Therefore, before confirming, the Japanese army commander seemed to be respectful, but he stood more than two meters away, which was enough distance to avoid the attack, and the spear in his hand could be handed forward at any time.
This is really clever, otherwise the second lieutenant would not have praised him so vigorously. He patted him on the shoulder closely, took out the expensive cigarettes from Kyoto from his arms, and gave him a compliment. This meant not only verbally, but also
There are material rewards.
How could the Japanese army commander not be overjoyed? A lieutenant-level officer was already the highest-level officer he could come into contact with at his level. As long as he could say a few nice words to the top, the corps commander would become a Cao commander in no time.
thing?
"Shang Guan, you're welcome!" The Japanese army commander bowed while being polite in the envious eyes of the two sentries.
The second lieutenant seemingly casually threw two sticks to the two sentries, but he missed them correctly and fell to the ground. The two sentries hurriedly bent down to pick them up.
The Japanese captain respectfully reached out and took the cigarette box, so much so that he ignored that the tall second lieutenant had turned slightly and stood directly in front of him.
At the same time, the strong smell of blood could also be heard in the little clever nose.
He was stunned for a moment and looked at the cigarette case in his hand. There was blood on it that had not completely dried up.
Our 3rd Infantry Brigade has not yet gone into battle! Where is the blood coming from? Doubts flashed in the mind of a clever little Japanese captain.
Perhaps the doubt came so suddenly that it stung my heart.
The Japanese army commander suddenly felt a pain in his heart and lowered his head subconsciously, only to find that a 38 bayonet seemed to have grown out of his heart.
The stab was so deep that from his angle, the fifty centimeter-long Sanba bayonet only had half the blade and handle.
"Enemy attack!" The Japanese army commander suddenly raised his head and screamed heartbreakingly.
The clever little captain finally understood why he was wary of this unfamiliar-looking second lieutenant-level officer at the beginning, because his height was really different from that of himself and most of his colleagues.
With a tall body that is nearly 1.8 meters taller than half his head, it may not be considered a rare animal in the 2nd Infantry Brigade, but he should definitely know it.
An enemy who is proficient in Japanese and familiar with the situation in the military and who dares to approach and attack at this moment shows his personal strength.
He didn't resist at the first moment but directly shouted to warn his own people. This was the only thing the little clever guy could do for his colleagues.
This is such a good guy! Any Japanese officer here would probably not hesitate to praise this veteran who is flexible enough in mind and dedicated to his duties.
It's a pity that the little clever one still underestimated his opponent, and the roar he burst out with great efforts was still swirling on his little tongue. The spear that was originally placed by his side suddenly bounced up, and the terrible 38 bayonet was pierced into the general by his lower jaw.
When it penetrates the mouth, it penetrates directly into the brain.
The screams that erupted out of exhaustion of life were never louder than the whine of a little chicken, and were dissipated in the autumn wind of China.
