"What's going on? Speak slowly and don't panic. You are my translator and you represent me. If you are so panicked, how can I lead my troops in the future?"

Looking at the flustered reporter Fang, Duanwu admonished.

Reporter Fang was angry and funny, thinking: I am not your soldier, what do you care about me? And I am only a translator, can I replace you?

Reporter Fang took a few deep breaths and then said: "The little devil's Springfield Brigade will arrive at the prisoner of war camp within fifteen minutes..."

"What? The little devil is coming? Everyone, run!"

Duanwu suddenly shouted in a panic, and even Xie Jinyuan almost believed it. The prisoners of war, like frightened birds, were so frightened that they dropped the uneaten cans and ran away.

They were completely unaccustomed to the lunatic Dragon Boat Festival.

Duan Wu helplessly spread his hands and made a gesture of sticking out his tongue.

When Xie Jinyuan saw this, he completely understood why the group leader suddenly shouted so loudly.

Prisoners of war are all frightened birds, some can use it and some cannot.

Those who can't be used are useless. If they pick up their guns, they won't dare to fight the devils. And those who still have some spirit may be able to fight the devils when they come.

So the man in front of him seemed to be playing a prank. In fact, he was using the most effective way to separate the soldiers who could fight from the soldiers who couldn't.

Otherwise, if hundreds of people stand in front of you, do you know who is still bloody and who has been reduced to waste?

So Xie Jinyuan didn't care and just let those prisoners of war escape! People with no spine will die wherever they die. They can save them once, but they can't save them a second time.

Of course, he didn't run away, so Zhao Beishan brought a veteran who was about fifty years old. The veteran's uniform was different from the military uniforms of many people. It was white. Although it was a bit dirty, it still looked very eye-catching at night.

Zhao Beishan introduced: "Regiment leader, this veteran is from the First Fleet. The battleship he was on was sunk at that time, and he was captured along with more than fifty sailors.

He said: In a shipyard near Zhangjiawan, the Japanese were repairing a cruiser. They helped repair it for seven or eight days. The warship was almost completed, and the Japanese sent them to a prisoner-of-war camp. They arrived

Two days in the prisoner of war camp."

"Uncle, come and sit, come and sit... Who is that, Lao Fang, go and move a chair?"

There was really no one to catch during the Dragon Boat Festival, so I asked reporter Fang to move the chairs.

Reporter Fang, I am so angry. I thought to myself: You are a monkey, you can fall out faster than you can read a book. Just now you called people stupid, now you start calling them uncle.

"Sir can't do it, sir can't do it, how can you call me uncle? Just call me Lao Wang."

The veteran waved his hands again and again. Just now during the Dragon Boat Festival, he was scolded to the point of shame!

Reporter Fang found an opportunity and took the opportunity to say: "Old sir, just accept it happily. When this captain uses you, everyone will be called uncle."

"Go away and move the chairs quickly."

Duanwu cursed, and reporter Fang left speechlessly.

At this time, Lao Wang truthfully told the Dragon Boat Festival everything he knew about the situation.

Duanwu's eyes lit up. A Japanese cruiser was being repaired in the dock near Zhangjiawan. Lao Wang said that it should be the Izumo that was damaged by the First Fleet.

"Izumo, Izumo! Stop talking, let me think, let me think by myself."

When Duanwu heard the name of the ship, he felt that it sounded familiar. He turned around three times and suddenly seemed to have a sudden realization.

Xie Jinyuan said: "Tuanzuo? Have you thought of it?"

Duanwu pretended to be mysterious and said: "Don't say it, don't say it. If you say it, it will be against the rules. Map, map."

Dragon Boat Festival called for a map, and Zhao Beishan quickly threw the map on the ground.

Soon Duanwu found their location, and then headed east along the line.

At this time, Lao Wang quickly clicked and said: "Here, I remember there are a lot of Japs, they seem to be from the Japs Marine Corps."

"The Marine Corps is a third-rate force, not worth mentioning."

Dragon Boat Festival didn't care. However, at this time, reporter Fang came back. While handing the stool to Lao Wang, he asked: "Do you still remember the unit number?"

Lao Wang shook his head and said: "Not sure, we just passed by there, and we couldn't understand what the little devil said, right?"

Duanwu said: "Old Fang? Why do you ask?"

Reporter Fang said: "Regiment leader, you have forgotten that as I mentioned to you before, in addition to the Japanese Nanchuan Brigade, a reorganized regiment of the Japanese Marine Corps has also headed to Sihang Warehouse."

"grass!"

When Duanwu heard this, he stood up directly.

Everyone stood up, but Duanwu squatted down again.

Everyone was helpless, this group was like this, always doing things unexpectedly.

"Lao Xie, bring me some people to guard here.

You have six heavy machine guns, two cloth tearers, and more than 60 light machine guns. The total number of automatic weapons is more than 200. There are also mortars and grenade launchers. Damn, I have leftover ammunition for me.

, give me more than two hours here.

Maybe I can capture the Izumo in less than two hours.

When the time comes, you see my signal. If I fire the cannon, you can lead my men and run away. We don’t even need heavy weapons. We can run as fast as we can. Do you understand?"

Duan Wu tapped the map and said to Xie Jinyuan.

Xie Jinyuan said nothing and promised to complete the task.

Duanwu shouted again: "Old Fang!"

"Here we are, stop shouting." Reporter Fang said helplessly.

"Very good, within five steps."

Duanwu praised, and then shouted: "Old Zhao, Old Zhao?"

Zhao Beishan replied: "It's behind you!"

"Go, call your guard platoon, let's go grab the warship."

Duanwu signaled, but Zhao Beishan was speechless at this time. His security platoon was said to be a security platoon, but there were not even twenty people in it.

Zhao Beishan pointed to his nose and said: "Regiment, my guard platoon, including me, only has twenty people."

Duan Wu glared and said angrily: "We are going to grab a cruiser, not an aircraft carrier. What do we need so many people for?"

"Okay, okay, I'll go."

Zhao Beishan left helplessly, but before leaving, he turned back and said: "Commander, don't blame me for not warning you, our firepower is fierce. But Lao Xie's manpower is too small, it is okay to resist a large group of Japs.

, If the Japs’ Nanchuan Brigade and Marine Corps also come back, Lao Xie won’t be able to withstand it at all.”

"Isn't there someone else?"

The Dragon Boat Festival is talking about those prisoners of war.

Zhao Beishan pointed and said, "Look how many people are left?"

Duanwu looked back and saw that he had indeed run halfway.

"Isn't this half of it? That's enough."

Duanwu smiled evilly, who knows what he was planning.

At this time, Xie Jinyuan said: "Although these people have not run away, most of them are still wavering. It would be better not to have them."

Duanwu thought for a while and said: "Give me twenty seconds, I will let them live as your people and die as your ghosts!..."

ps: Thanks to: 'The Starry Sky I Can't Comprehend', 'Loading in Update', 'Evil Little Potted Plant', 'Sao Man Tian Xia', 'Dong Zhaokun', 'Lao Wang told me not to love', 'Book Friends 2020122618',

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I would also like to express my gratitude to my friends who recommended, passed, and subscribed. Your support is really great. I can’t repay you with a book, I can only continue to write well.

Also, to make a complaint, an author friend also said to the book: Why are the ratings of your novels so high? The great writers of the same period are not as good as you. Have you brushed it off?

I thought to myself, brush the hair. I only have a collection of more than 3,000 in total. Do I have the money to brush it? If I have money, I won’t write books. I encountered a psychopath.

In fact, to put it bluntly, it's very simple. There are more than 3,000 collections in total, and the readers are all brothers. If you vote for a perfect score, the rating will go up. Other great writers have tens of thousands of collections on the shelves, and various recommendations come in turns. It is normal for the ratings to be low.

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