The night was as dark as water, and a new moon hung high in the eastern sky, adding some light to the night.
At the gate of Fengtian City, the city gate was tightly closed. Behind the two fortifications in the city gate cave, a group of Japanese troops were on tight guard, with machine guns always pointed ahead.
According to regulations, no troops are allowed to enter or leave at will at night, unless they have orders from the headquarters.
Therefore, at night, the security at the city gate is particularly tight.
Tonight, Sergeant Inogu was supposed to be in charge of the city gate, but the slap he gave during the day was too honest and sent him to the hospital, so he had to be replaced at night and assigned to another sergeant.
When he received this order, the sergeant scolded Sergeant Inogu for eight generations, because now, this mission that was supposed to be a fat job has become a hot potato.
The incident of Sergeant Inoko being beaten during the day has spread throughout the Japanese garrison. Almost everyone knows about it, and Sergeant Inoko has become a joke and a source of conversation among people.
After the incident reached the ears of Captain Domoto of the First Battalion of the garrison, he suddenly became furious and smashed all his favorite blue and white vases.
Isn't it the same as hitting the person in the face? The other party's actions made Captain Domoto, who always had a good reputation, feel so angry that he almost went to the other party directly to settle the score.
He immediately went to see the garrison captain Senda, hoping to get justice.
Captain Senda was also a protector of the calf. After learning about this incident, he immediately sent someone to investigate the details of this unit. It turned out that the other party did not have any files and mistakenly believed that the other party was a mysterious force. As a result, Captain Domoto's anger was suppressed.
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Captain Senda could still bear to offend a Japanese major, but worrying about the person behind him would probably be a big trouble.
Generally, this kind of army is backed by a certain force from the military department. Offending them is definitely not a good thing for Sendalai.
Therefore, in the end, we decided to deal with it in a low-key manner and make this matter a trivial matter.
Captain Domoto came here feeling sulky, but ended up going back feeling sulky. After returning, he naturally vented his anger on his subordinates, and the shouts and curses could be heard ten miles away.
All the Japanese officers were scolded so badly that they became so silent that they did not even dare to speak out.
At the same time, the job of guarding the city gate has changed from a good job to a useless job, and no one will rob it.
This sergeant once offended our squadron leader, so this time the superior officer assigned him this task to take revenge, which made him complain endlessly.
However, I still went ahead with this task. I took some Japanese soldiers to the city gate and started to set up defenses while praying that the enemy would not show up.
Time passed very quickly. In the panic and nervousness, Sergeant realized that it had passed midnight in a flash.
Everything around was calm, which made me feel more at ease. It seemed that we would not go out of the city again overnight.
At this moment, suddenly a Japanese soldier pointed in front of him and shouted, "Look, there's a figure shaking there."
This sentence shocked the sergeant who was sitting behind the fortification eating canned beef. He almost swallowed the spoon when he was so nervous that he choked and rolled his eyes. It took him a while to recover.
Ignoring his sore throat, the sergeant stood up with his hands on his neck and looked outside the fortification. Sure enough, he found several figures appearing in the direction of the subordinate's finger.
No, what are you afraid of? Is it really coming? The Japanese military sergeant felt that his throat was a little dry and his throat was very bitter. Could it be that my luck was so bad?
The figures were getting closer and closer, and the Japanese soldiers in the fortifications had already stood up, standing upright, as if waiting for review.
The sergeant adjusted his uniform, which had been neatly arranged for a long time, and then stood tall and tall at the front, with what he thought was the most friendly and warm smile on his face.
I hope that my performance can make the Major feel a little happier, and maybe he can escape this disaster.
Finally, the group of figures walked out of the shadows of the street and appeared in the sight of all Japanese soldiers.
The Japanese military officer's eyes narrowed, and then the smile on his face froze. Then his face began to change, from white to green at first, and then turned into the color of pig liver.
You, it was you who reported the letter just now, right? The Japanese sergeant stared fiercely at the Japanese soldier who reported the letter just now, and his nose was so angry that he was so angry. Take a look for yourself, who is here?
The Japanese soldier had already seen the person coming clearly. At this time, he was so scared that he shrank his neck and dared not do anything.
People were indeed coming, but it was not the mysterious Japanese army, but a convoy, a special convoy.
There were a dozen carts in this convoy, and each cart was pulling several large wooden barrels. The barrels were covered with lids, but a strong stench still overflowed.
This kind of fleet is found in every city and is used to transport feces, which is equivalent to the current feces pumping trucks and sanitation teams.
The Japanese sergeant never imagined that when he lined up to prepare, he would be greeted by a group of dung trucks. This was even more ridiculous than what happened in the morning.
You can almost imagine that when this incident spreads throughout the entire brigade tomorrow, people will be laughing their heads off.
He actually became a laughing stock!
The sergeant felt like crying.
At this time, the dung convoy was getting closer and closer. Looking at the direction, it should be the city gate. It was probably trying to get out of the city.
The Japanese soldiers looked at our sergeant, wondering if he would let the dung truck leave the city.
According to regulations, fecal trucks can leave the city at any time, because they are responsible for clearing all toilets in the city. If they are delayed, it may cause dire consequences.
The Japanese sergeant could only stand there, with a clouded face, looking like he might explode at any time. After a while, he snorted and asked them to stop for inspection.
As soon as these words were spoken, all the Japanese soldiers' faces turned as pale as bitter gourds, not to mention how ugly they were.
Looking at the dung truck getting closer and closer, we thought, why don't you go check it out? Who would want to go if it smells so bad?
But there was no other way. Now that they had spoken, a few Japanese soldiers could only hold their noses and step forward, and stopped the dung convoy with their guns drawn.
The dung convoy stopped, and then a skinny little old man jumped down from the shaft of the first car and came up to him with a smile on his face. Dear princes, you have worked hard. Come on, Missy Missy.
He took out a pack of cigarettes and handed them over.
Several Japanese soldiers wrinkled their noses and sniffed, and found that the old man had no odor, so they took out a cigarette from the handed cigarette box and lit it.
With this cigarette as a base, the attitude of the Japanese soldiers became much better. They circled around the dung trucks, then walked back and reported that everything was normal.
The Japanese military officer heard this, his face darkened, and he shouted, Baga, I think there is something wrong with this dung truck, please stop it and leave the city tomorrow morning.