Lieutenant Tojo Eiji at the foot of the mountain listened to Inoue's miserable cry, but had no intention of blaming him. The story of Inoue Qingyi and Chiyoko was widely circulated in Japan. Eiji had already heard about Inoue, but he didn't expect it.
People who will become their own subordinates here, those who are seriously ill, prone to mania, and manic people, just like Yingji himself, always like to find some way to vent themselves. It is precisely because of catharsis that Lieutenant Yingji especially likes to use
For artillery, it is a pity that he has a humble status and a low official position and can only command mortars. Therefore, when he encounters the enemy, he commands the mortars to bomb wildly, watching the shells explode on the enemy's position, causing the soil to fly.
With the stumps flying everywhere, Yingji felt an inexplicable excitement.
Inoue has a serious heart disease, so Inoue seldom speaks, fights bravely, and is not afraid of life and death. However, seeing the four Imperial Army warriors around him being killed one by one by Chinese snipers, Inoue's heart completely collapsed.
Then he let out a bone-chilling cry that echoed through the mountains, forests and canyons. All the Japanese including Yingji began to feel terrified.
After a long time, Yingji said to a team leader beside him: "Take a few people up and bring back the bodies of the warriors."
"Hi." The corps commander waved, and seven or eight soldiers followed him up the mountain.
"Bring Warrant Officer Inoue back." Yingji added.
"Hi -" the corps leader replied in a loud voice, which didn't seem like an answer, but seemed to be venting.
After cleaning up the mess in front of him, Ying Ji held a samurai sword in his hand and looked at the row of corpses of the imperial warriors covered with white cloth in front of him. As if he suddenly had a realization, he jumped into the cab of the truck and ordered the troops to return.
base.
As soon as he arrived at the base, Yingji immediately picked up the phone and dialed Squadron Leader Geng Ye in Mangshi City.
Ying Ji reported the battle just now to the squadron leader, followed by the expected insults from squadron leader Geng Ye.
"Hi, hi, hi." Ying Ji couldn't say anything except "Hi". Fortunately, he wasn't in front of the squadron leader, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to escape the slap.
After Geng Ye had scolded him enough, Yingji plucked up the courage and said, "Squadron Captain, I think it's time for Major Takizawa to take action."
"Keep an eye on your base. It's not your concern who takes action and who doesn't." Geng Ye said aggressively again.
"Hi -" After Yingji agreed loudly, the squadron leader hung up the phone.
Ying Ji walked out of the office and saw Jing Shang covered in dirt and gray, sitting dully under a chestnut tree, dumbfounded.
Ying Ji drew out his katana. He had countless hatred and didn't know where to vent it. At this moment, the screams of laborers being whipped came. Ying Ji ran over with the katana in hand, staring at him with blood-red eyes.
Looking at the beaten laborer who was covered with injuries, he shouted to the soldier who was beating the laborer: "Hel him up and let him kneel on the ground."
"Hi." The soldier helped the worker up and kicked him on the leg. The worker knelt on the ground helplessly.
Ying Ji threw away his military cap, took off his shirt, took out a piece of white cloth, polished his samurai sword, raised it high, roared, and slashed the sword down. The laborer's head rolled several times on the ground and stopped on a stone.
On the side, blood was still pouring out from the neck.
"Ahaha, hahaha." Yingji laughed abnormally.
The well in the distance glanced at the beheading here, and seemed not very interested. He lowered his eyelids and continued to be in a daze.
If you want to kill them, you must make them crazy. In fact, this is not the time when the little devils are at their most desperate. Only when the expeditionary army launches a fierce attack on them will the little devils become extremely crazy, so crazy that they can only despair.