"Report to the squad leader, the latest order, let him go back and send a message to the little devil."

After receiving Lu Zheng's order, the squad leader came to Er Gouzi.

"You are lucky, the knife will not fall on your head today." The squad leader said to Ergouzi.

Ergouzi sat almost paralyzed in the muddy water. He raised his head and felt the coolness of the rain entering his skin. This was the feeling of being alive.

"Go back and give Qingshui a message. Before noon today, send someone who can speak well to discuss the matter of cleaning up the body. We will not wait until later!"

After Ergouzi got the news, he hurriedly wanted to get up and escape. However, he struggled several times and could not stand up.

"You guys, don't watch the fun, come over and help." The squad leader ordered.

Two soldiers came over and wanted to help Ergouzi up.

"Who asked you to support him?" the squad leader scolded.

The two soldiers were stunned for a while before they came to their senses, and then called the two brothers over.

The four soldiers ignored Er Gouzi's struggle and shouted "One, two, throw". Er Gouzi drew a perfect parabola in the air, and then fell out of the trench with his arms stretched out.

Ergouzi rolled and crawled back to the Japanese camp.

When he arrived at the Japanese camp, the Japanese commander almost didn't recognize who he was because his whole body was covered in mud, like a beggar's chicken before being roasted.

From the limited information provided by Ergouzi, Japanese commander Qing Shui learned that only one regiment from the First Army Division was stationed on the opposite side.

This news was a big blow to the Japanese army.

They attacked the position where a regiment was stationed for several days and nights, but the position remained motionless.

This severely damaged the Japanese army's self-confidence!

Back then, a single brigade of the Japanese army could chase a division of the Chinese army all over the world.

But what now? A regiment of troops is stationed here. The Japanese army has used all the weapons in the sky and on the ground, plus countless infantry, but they can't win the position.

The Japanese commander let out a long sigh. He felt humiliated, but he could only allow Zhao Zhiguo's troops to humiliate him.

"First arrange for someone to discuss cleaning up the body. We can't delay it any longer."

As the frontline commander of the Japanese army, it was naturally impossible for him to go to the position to negotiate with the Chinese army in person.

The Japanese army never keeps their word, and they naturally don't trust others to keep their word.

A Japanese major, accompanied by two guards and an interpreter, went to negotiate on behalf of the Japanese commander Qing Shui.

At noon, the rain stopped, but the sky was still gray, and it seemed that it would rain again at any time.

According to the agreement between the two parties, the fighting ceased for three hours to clean up the bodies.

Among them, Lu Zheng made a condition that the Japanese army major should be left as a hostage, and Lu Zheng's troops would be responsible for helping the Japanese army clean up half of the corpses on the battlefield.

Of course, Lu Zheng was not sincerely helping the little Japanese to clean up the corpses, but was concerned about the weapons and ammunition on the Japanese corpses.

Finally, each side sent a platoon of troops, who were not allowed to carry any weapons, into the battlefield and began to clean up the remaining corpses of the Japanese army.

A platoon sent by Lu Zheng naturally first collected weapons and ammunition and sent them back to the position, and then helped the Japanese troops clean up the corpses.

The matter of cleaning up the corpse was not careless, after all, no one wanted to endure a smelly environment.

This time, the Japanese soldiers rarely abided by the rules. It must be that they also disliked launching an attack among the rotting corpses.

The process of cleaning up the corpse is fine, but the sky is not beautiful. In the middle of the afternoon, there was light rain in the sky.

The soldiers on the position have not been relaxed. Although the rainwater wet clothes, the soldiers still looked at the little devils.

As long as the little devil is not conducive to their actions, the soldiers on the position will shoot decisively.

After cleaning up the corpse, the rainwater flushed the traces of all dead people. The soldiers who were nervous and confronted by the two sides were still telling everyone that this was the battlefield.

With a whistle, it indicates that the leading task has been completed.

The soldiers of the two sides returned to their positions and camps, and the Japanese army Shao Zuo, who was seized as the hostage, also stood in front of the position.

"You can go back!" The squad leader said to the Japanese army Shao Zuo.

Of course, the squad leader did not want to let the Japanese army go back, but Lu Zheng issued an order that they could only keep the promise.

"You keep your promise, I remember you. After we take the position, I will bury you." The Japanese army Shao Zuo said in Japanese.

The squad leader didn't know what the little ghost said something, and he didn't care: "Don't let me meet you next time, otherwise it will not be so lucky. I must put your head in front of our brothers' graves."

The Japanese army Shao Zuo left a back, and the soldiers held back the impulse to pull the trigger.

The position was restored on the position, and the sound of the rain relieved the nervous nerves.

Although the three hours agreed on the two sides had passed, the Japanese army did not launch an offense and never fired a shot.

"Protect your own weapons and ammunition, don't be tide, the gun can't be shot, you can only fight the bayonet with the little devil." Remind the long position.

The rain stopped in the evening, but the air was full of mist.

Somewhere in the trenches, the stagnant water fell down.

The sentry stared nervously in the mist, it seemed that there would be a beast at any time in the place where his sight was available.

The muddy land exudes a strange fragrance, which makes people almost intoxicated.

The night was quiet, the rain droplets were slow, the soldiers snuggled, and they entered their dreams.

The air was slightly cold, and the commander brought a thick clothes to the sentinel.

Among the hazy weapons, there is light and looming, which is the bonfire of the Japanese camp.

Although it was just raining, the Japanese army still sent a warning soldier. The little devil never relaxed at night.

The Japanese commander was still worried. He did not believe that there was only one regiment's troops opposite.

With a humble weapon, the opponent's soldiers did not support heavy artillery support, and they could so tenaciously guard the position so tenaciously.

"Although the other party has only one regiment's strength, their logistics passages have not been cut off. After the military losses are lost, they can be replenished immediately." Said the Japanese military officer.

It is said that there is only one group in the other party, but who knows how many troops have supplemented this regiment?

As long as the road leading to the No. 5 area is not cut, there will be a steady stream of troops to the battlefield.

Despite this, it still makes the Japanese commander feel incredible: "If the other party's casualties are huge, their troops have long gone to fight!"

The courage to defeat the opponent's fighting will be that one of the Japanese brigades chase a division.

And the opposite guards have no meaning to fear at all.

The Japanese army hit countless fireworks, and the number of aircraft aircraft also reached hundreds of times. With such a violent firepower, he replaced it with ordinary troops, either surrender, or he was a rabbit mother.
Chapter completed!