Chapter 50: Come on! The Chinese officials are being kind.

  "Just then, as Guo Jinan was speaking, a shout came from outside the mountain below. When Wu Fayun's urgent cry was heard, Lin Jiadong was the first to stand up."

  "Long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long..." Wu Fayun had just climbed to the top of the mountain when he saw a middle-aged military officer with a lieutenant general's insignia staring curiously at him. He was so startled that he swallowed the last word back in his throat.

  "Reporting to the superior officer, soldier Wu Fayun has completed his task, please instruct. Wu Fayun hesitated for a moment and saw Li Liansheng giving him a signal with his eyes before hurrying to salute."

  "Alright, alright... go down..." Zhang Damao said hastily as he stared at Wu Fayun who suddenly appeared.

  "He didn't wait for Zhang Damao to finish speaking, and threw down the shovel in his hand and flipped into the trench. Just as he was about to make a run for it, Lin Jiadong called out to him."

  "Wait, wait, wait... you just said execute a task... what task are you going to execute?" Lin Jiadong took a few steps forward, looking at the full

  Wu Fa Yun curiously asked the soil.

  "Report to the seat... I let him out of the mountain, under the ghost's body..." Lin Jiadong saw Wu Fayun hesitate and not dare to speak, so he turned his head to glance at Zhang Damao.

  "Oh, yeah... it's only right that they should be buried, after all they're beasts and we're humans..." Lin Jiadong nodded in agreement as he finished speaking.

  "Enemy in sight, quick take cover! Enemy troops are across from us!" Just then, the squad leader standing next to Lin Jiatong suddenly put down his binoculars and shouted loudly, while pulling him into the front trench.

  "What's the panic?" Lin Jiadong broke free from Jing Wei's hand, gave him a white eye and pulled Guo Jinan to jump down into the trench in front of them.

  "Just over twenty devils..." He had just jumped down into the trench, and snatched a pair of binoculars from the hand of Jing Wei, the squad leader, while speaking.

  The devils are coming up. The soldiers who were just reinforcing the fortifications all stopped and, without waiting for Zhang Damao's order, placed their guns on the trench parapet.

  "The devils don't seem to be here to attack, look, many of them are carrying engineer shovels!" Guo Jinan also picked up the binoculars and started observing.

  "Ah, yes... it should be the tomb of the little devils... The little devils are not like us, we have 'loyal bones buried in every green mountain', wherever we are buried is our own land, and during holidays and festivals, there will always be people to pay their respects to us. They may not have that good fortune, oh... Lin Jiadong, over 50 years old, is a veteran soldier, very serious when assigning combat tasks, but in daily life, he often jokes with his superior, Zhou Guanglie, and sometimes also cracks jokes with the soldiers under him."

  Just now, Wu Fayun was burying the Japanese devils in broad daylight. He had to bury more than 200 of them, but the pit was too small, so he put several packs of explosives while digging the pit. The noise was not only heard by their own people, but also by the Japanese army on the other side, who were not deaf. So when they buried these devils, they were seen clearly by the Japanese army, and even the Japanese officer with binoculars thanked him several times in his heart. After Wu Fayun and others finished their work, more than 20 people were sent to collect the bodies of the dead Japanese soldiers.

  At first, the Japanese army was still a bit cautious, looking at the big pit where their comrades were buried right in front of them, and they didn't get too excited, but instead started moving slowly and carefully. In fact, they were really overthinking it, the middle team's domestically-made Zhongzheng rifle was not that far away, and even if the place where the little devils were buried was within range, it would be hard to hit accurately, of course, this doesn't include Zhao Zhibang.

  "Zhi Bang, take it easy, don't scare the devils away... killing three or four of them is enough..." Zhang Da Mao said while looking through his binoculars.

  "As soon as Zhao Zhibang's voice fell, a half-squatting little devil soldier went down and lost his movement."

  "Great marksmanship, indeed great marksmanship!" Seeing the Japanese soldier being knocked down by a single shot, Lin Jiadong put down his binoculars and patted Guo Jinan on the back with excitement.

  "Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang..." Immediately followed by three more shots, and then three devils who were hesitating about whether to retreat or not went up to the Western Heaven.

  "Wow, Old Guo is really talented! Great, great, it's so refreshing! Haha!" Lin Jiadong was excited like a kid, he also rose through the ranks from a small soldier and became a high-ranking official. He hadn't felt this way in years. After glancing at Guo Jinan, he turned to Zhang Daman and praised him with several good words.

  Looking at the four devils falling down in front of him, more than a dozen Japanese soldiers who were left all lay on the ground and didn't dare to move. At this time, they must be scolding their comrades for not coming to their aid.

  After lying down for a while, they thought that staying here was not a solution, so they decided to risk everything and rush back as many as possible. Originally, they came to pick up the bodies of the devils and take them home, but unexpectedly, not only did they fail to complete their mission, but they also lost four more people. They were all lucky survivors who had escaped from the battlefield a few days ago, so they knew about the sharpshooter on the opposite mountain, and when the leader of the devils gave an order, they dropped their guns and ran back desperately.

  They pouted

  They ran very far before stopping, and they felt a bit strange. Why didn't the enemy open fire when they were running just now? If they had opened fire, even if they had grown wings, they would have left behind a few corpses at least.

  Those more than ten Japanese soldiers sat on the ground, chattering and discussing, and finally concluded that China is a country of etiquette. The one who had just launched a surprise attack on them must be an uneducated rustic, and as for why they didn't fire again later, it was definitely because the cultured officer in charge of the Chinese squad stopped him.

  So, they drew lots and decided to send one person first to test whether the commander was a compassionate family who had read poetry books. Unexpectedly, when the first unlucky guy crawled over, the opposing team didn't take action against him. Then the second and third ones also crawled over. Later, the leading Rì army was convinced that the commander of the opposing team must be a descendant of Confucius, so they all ran over together.

  They first tried to swallow what had just been belched up

  His four brothers pulled them back, then trampled their left hands down. So many corpses, just the twenty or so of them would definitely not be able to carry them all on their backs. Being able to bring only a hand back was already something to thank that benevolent military officer for.