In the face of international and Chinese pressure, the arrogant Kwantung Army could only admit it temporarily.

Not only did Masaeon Sakamoto, commander of the Kwantung Army's front commander, apologize to the Chinese side for the lax discipline of the army, but he also personally proved that the infantry squad that massacred the Chinese villagers was also killed, and now that the bodies have all been cremated, and the culprit cannot be handed over.

This telegram can be regarded as giving the Chinese government enough face and letting the anger of the Chinese side rest for a while.

However, Sakamoto Masaemon, who felt that he had suffered this strange humiliation, was not happy, the supreme commander of the front line was not happy, and Nakagawa Nenkiyo, who was the uncle of the most stupid infantry squad leader of the Kwantung Army and the supreme commander of the garrison at the Kiminekou Pass that day, was naturally even more unlucky.

Since the afternoon, he has been personally summoned by His Excellency the Lieutenant General, and then personally received an unknown number of big-ear scrapers. The poor Japanese army Dazuo was treated as a bag for the entire Kwantung Army, and was crushed by generals from all walks of life in turn, and a fairly elegant and white face was pulled into a pig's head.

This is not counting, what is even more tragic is that he was directly demoted from Dazuo to Shaozuo, and the dignified first wing captain became the captain of the infantry brigade, and he was also responsible for the night guard of the entire pass.

Nakagawa Ningqing, who was red and swollen and personally led a group of officials to inspect the defense, didn't know that his nightmare had just begun, but it was almost over.

Nightmares are something that only the living are fortunate enough to have.

A fat man, who had slept for a day and a night, and had been recuperating in the cracks of the stone for an afternoon, began to set his eyes on the pass hundreds of meters away.

And Nakagawa Daisa, oh no, it's the freshly baked Nakagawa Shaosa who is furious under the hands of Mad K.

"Bagaya Road, yours, why don't you go out on patrol." If Nakagawa Ningqing didn't still have a trace of reason, he would pull out his saber and slash it alive The lieutenant infantry squadron leader who was standing in front of him with a red face and a drunken body.

"Hey!" How dare the infantry squadron leader have the slightest rebuttal to the former wing commander, he can only bow his head and say yes.

Seeing that his subordinates were quite honest and respectful, Nakagawa Ningqing, who was sulking in his chest, felt a little more relieved in his heart, and looked up at the dark mountains around him, "Although the empire has won victory and is about to return north, but before it is time to raise a glass to celebrate, we must be especially vigilant against the sneak attack of the Chinese who hate the empire。。。。。。 ”

"Hey!"

That's what he said, but Nakagawa Ningqing knew that what he said was almost the same as not saying it.

The lights lit up everywhere in the super military camp of Xifengkou and the drunken singing that sounded from time to time still exposed the relaxed mind of the whole army after the victory at this time.

The 40,000 troops that have already gathered here, and the complete position at Xifengkou, are enough to annihilate any Chinese army that wants to come to a sneak attack, not to mention that the bold Great Wall regiment is not good, even all the armies displayed in northern China, not enough.

Although it has entered April, the night in northern China is still cold. The military regulations that could not be ignited on the position were also thrown to the Japanese island by the Japanese army, who were carried away by victory.

There were many Japanese soldiers who lit bonfires everywhere to keep warm, and even Nakagawa Ninkiyo, who was moving forward with several officers, was used to it, and it has been the case for the past few days.

He didn't know that there was a fat man with excellent eyesight five hundred meters away from him, who was holding a rifle with a scope and gesturing at his head for a long time with the help of the faint light of the bonfire on the pass position.

"It's actually a young man." Liu Lang muttered and put down the gun in his hand.

Obviously, in order to kill a Shao Zuo, he nested here for an afternoon is too much to do. In particular, I don't know how difficult it is to stuff such a huge body into the crack of the stone overgrown with weeds, and for this reason, Liu Lang almost broke his belly.

You know, he doesn't have a sturdy military uniform to wear now, and in order not to reveal his identity, the second men's clothing has become his standard. It's just that he doesn't have the chest hair that a man can keep out the cold, and he still puts a cotton underwear with the body temperature of Comrade Chen with a goatee inside.

However, if you can get rid of all those goods at once, it should be good.

Liu Lang pulled out a big gadget from the crack in the stone.

If Nakagawa Ningqing Shaozo can see it, he will definitely be blind. Because of that big guy, he's no stranger at all.

IT WAS A CHINESE 20-YEAR-OLD 82MM MORTAR, PRODUCED BY CHINA'S JINLING ARSENAL. is also the only guy who can compete with the Japanese 92 infantry artillery in this war.

NO MATTER IN THE FACE OF THE CHINESE ARMY, THE REST OF THE WEAPONS HAVE THE UPPER HAND, BUT IN THE FACE OF THIS UNIQUE CALIBER 82MM MORTAR, THE JAPANESE SUFFERED A LOT.

This kind of cannon is really too light, an artillery group can run when it is moved, and it will be hit when it is put down, and it is far more flexible than the Type 92 infantry gun weighing 180 kg.

It's just that the so-called flexibility is relative to an artillery group with at least five people!

Of course, these Zhongchuan Ningqing Shaozuo didn't know, and he didn't know that when Liu Lang carried 68 kilograms of 82 on his back, and then hung five shells in the bag, and finally disappeared from the artillery company of the Great Wall Regiment like a flexible fat monkey, Sun Hongzhen, who had newly joined the artillery company, and nineteen soldiers from the former Northeast Army artillery battalion could stuff a goose egg with their open mouths, no, an ostrich egg.

WHEN DID THE 68MM MORTAR, WHICH WEIGHED 4 KG WITH A FULL GUN AND ALMOST 82 KG SHELLS, BECOME AN INDIVIDUAL WEAPON?

This is simply unscientific!

A fat man with a pig's foot halo who came from time and space after eighty-five years has no psychological burden and set up a mortar that is impossible for individuals to carry, and after only half a minute, Liu Lang put the shell into the chamber.

"Bang"

"Lieutenant Mid-Levels, carry out the order!" As soon as Nakagawa Ningqing gave the order to continue patrolling, he raised his head suspiciously.

The speed of the sound of 340 meters per second far exceeded the muzzle velocity of the mortar shell of 212 meters per second, and Nakagawa Ninkiyo heard the sound of the mortar cannon ejecting the chamber.

However, relative to a distance of 500 meters, the shell will never be in the air for more than three seconds. Obviously, this is less than the reaction time of the Japanese officers.

No matter how much they wanted to break their heads, they would not have thought that someone would frantically carry a mortar on their backs to such a close range and shell it.

The 3.8-kilogram grenade exploded three meters in front of Nakagawa Ningqing.

It turned out that when the shell exploded, it was like this。。。。。 The last thought flashed through Nakagawa Ningqing Shaozo's mind.

Then, his nightmare finally came to an end.

The fragments from the 3.8-kilogram grenade were enough to send everyone within a 10-meter radius to Amaterasu.

The Japanese officers did not have the habit of listening to the teachings of their commanders ten meters away.

Therefore, three lieutenants, one lieutenant and three Japanese second lieutenants who came to accept the reprimand of the former wing commander with sincere fear, a total of seven lieutenants and Nakagawa Ningqing, who didn't know whether it was a big sa or a young samurai, was blown up into a blood gourd all over the place.

There was almost no need to rescue, and before the Japanese soldiers who rushed over frantically pressed the first-aid kits on their commanders, the Japanese officers who were blown into rags swallowed their breath.

And the moment they set their eyes on the hill where the cannonballs suddenly flew out, all they saw was darkness.

and, five bullets fired in a row.

In response, at least four soldiers were killed.

In the light of the flares, the Japanese soldiers, who did not dare to look up easily, saw a fat paper dressed in the costume of a Chinese civilian, carrying a long gun on his back, dragging a "cannon" in his hand, agilely dodging the heavy machine gun bullets that swept over, jumping among the rocks。。。。。。。

Ran.

The speed is comparable to that of a frightened wild boar.