Draw the sword and cure the fear of insufficient firepower

"Weiguo, split the machine gun battalion into two parts. One part will be led by Battalion Commander Zhao Dahai and follow Fang Zheng to strengthen the firepower of the regiment."

"The other part will follow your Second Regiment."

"In this way, the defense lines inside and outside the city can be connected into a whole."

"This is an iron wall. The Japanese are bound to get smashed and bleed here."

Lin Tian walked into the city and said as he looked at the ruined city walls.

"Oh, right! Where did you put the body of the devil prince?"

Lin Tian thought of another good idea and asked.

"Don't worry, Commander! Look up at the flagpole!"

Zhou Weiguo pointed at the flagpole on the city wall and said with a smile.

The corpse of this Japanese prince is extremely insulting and lethal to the Japanese!

"Hahaha, Weiguo, you really know how to do tricks!"

Lin Tian looked in the direction Zhou Weiguo pointed and couldn't help laughing.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Weiguo was also a bad boy. He stripped the prince's body clean and even shaved his hair.

Then he wrapped a circle of the plaster flag that the Japanese had originally inserted on the wall of Yi County around his legs, just like the Japanese loincloth.

A big spot of menstrual red, right on the important part of a man, looks so funny and full of irony.

That’s not all, the prince’s upper body was covered with insults to the Japanese.

Like "The Japanese are bastards. I won't fuck your mother and you won't call me dad."

"I am Xian Gong Yihe. Why don't you kneel down when you see me?"

"Little devil, damn you immortal! Damn you locusts!"

Then a turtle was painted on his face, which was simply murderous.

After reading it, Lin Tian couldn't help but burst into laughter. He patted Zhou Weiguo on the shoulder and couldn't stop praising him: "Hahaha, not bad, not bad. You are quite considerate. You wrote it in Japanese language in case the Japanese couldn't understand it!"

"Now that the Japs have reached the city, they will be so angry that they will fart. Hahaha!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Weiguo puffed out his chest and said, "Commander, if it were someone else, it would be a bit unkind of us to do this, but this is a Japanese devil. Even if I chop him up and make dumplings for the dog to eat, I'm still worried about dirtying the dog's mouth!"

Lin Tian was well aware of Zhou Weiguo's hatred for the Japanese.

After all, the person he loved was forced by the Japanese to shoot himself in front of him.

This is a pain that ordinary people cannot bear.

And this is just a microcosm of the 300,000 compatriots who died in Nanjing.

Most of them were tortured to death by the devils...

"Okay, well done. I was just afraid that the Japanese would run away after finding out that Yi County was occupied by us!"

"The devils are prone to getting carried away. If you provoke them, they will scream and demand a duel with you, a samurai!"

"If you do this, the Japanese will never be able to swallow this humiliation. As long as he dares to fight us to the death, this battle will be much easier to win!"

Lin Tian said with a smile.

Facts have proved that the corpse of the Japanese prince is quite useful. Last time when we fought against the 36th Division, many Japanese were afraid of insulting the prince's corpse and did not dare to shoot in that direction.

Some Japanese soldiers felt greatly insulted and rushed towards the soldiers' guns with bayonets in hand, howling.

As a result, we had a lot of fun fighting, while the Japanese felt frustrated and uncomfortable.

The defense of Yi County has been completed under the leadership of Zhou Weiguo and Fang Zheng.

Wang Chengzhu's artillery battalion was also ready, waiting for the Japanese to arrive...

……

8 kilometers west of Yi County, the Japanese vanguard, the tank regiment, had already arrived.

The regiment commander, Matsushita Noki, was sitting in an armored vehicle, talking on the phone with the commander of the 36th Brigade, Ozawa Toru, and the commander of the th Brigade, Nakamura Nanri.

"Hey, two brigade commanders, our tank regiment has already reached eight kilometers outside Yi County!"

"Haha, your troops should speed up and move forward. We will meet up in Yi County. After a short rest, we can continue to retreat towards Lingquan!"

"Yes, that's right. We didn't see any Eighth Route Army soldiers along the way!"

"Yes! Well, let's go into the city first!"

The commander of the battlefield wing, Matsushita Noki, spoke with a cigarette in his mouth and a mouthful of yellow teeth, then hung up the phone.

"Baga! How are you driving? What happened up ahead?!"

"Why did you stop?!"

As soon as Matsushita Noki hung up the phone, the driver slammed on the brakes and hit the unsuspecting Matsushita Noki so hard that he saw stars.

Matsushita Noki asked loudly, covering his head which was oozing blood.

"Report...report!"

"Your Excellency, the commander of the corps! It seems that Yi County has been occupied by the Eighth Route Army!"

"It looks like the body of Prince Xian Gong is hanging on the flagpole at the top of the city wall!"

"They...they also..."

Chief of Staff Kitajima Jiro ran to Matsushita Noriyuki's car in panic and spoke hesitantly.

The scene just now was really too horrifying.

Kitajima Jiro originally wanted to check if there was anything unusual in Yi County, but when he picked up the telescope and took a look, he was shocked.

There seemed to be a few people in gray-blue uniforms walking on the city wall, and they were obviously the Eighth Route Army.

Moreover, hanging on their flagpole was a corpse wrapped with their national flag.

It was written in large letters on it: Uncle of Tian Huang, Prince Yihe of Xian Gong.

Now, no matter whether it is true or not, he has to report it to his leader.

If it is false, it doesn't matter, just criticize it, but if it is true, he cannot be criticized. If he follows the leader's instructions in everything, he will not make mistakes.

Even if we investigate this in the future, it was my leader who asked me to do this. I was just following his orders.

It can be said that the chief of staff of this tank regiment is well versed in the ways of the workplace...

Originally, Kitajima Jiro didn't know Kanmiya Ikkuru, and the bad thing was that he was looking through a telescope.

If he hadn't used the telescope to look, he could have just let the tank blow the flagpole off with one shot. No one would know who was hanging on it anyway.

But after seeing this, he, Kitajima Ernan, could not bear the crime of disrespecting the royal corpse.

"Bakayaloo!! Kitajima-kun, have you been scared out of your wits by the Eighth Route Army?!"

"How did His Excellency the Prince's body get hung on the flagpole?!"

"What happened to them?! Just finish your sentence! There's no sock stuffed in your mouth!!"

Matsushita was so angry that the injury on his forehead seemed to hurt even more, and he cursed loudly in anger.

"Report to the commander! They are doing what they want with the body of His Excellency the Prince! Go and have a look!"

"They... they painted His Excellency the Prince's face into a turtle! Turtle is a very insulting word in China!"

"And...they also wrote insults to the Locust Army all over your body!"

Chief of Staff Kitajima Jiro kept crying.

"Baga Yalu! The Eighth Route Army is really going too far!"

"Bring the telescope over here, so Colonel Ben can have a look!"

Matsushita Noqiu kicked Kitajima Jiro to the ground and took the telescope to look around.

"idiot!!"

“This is such a bully!!”

"No matter if he is our prince or not! They actually... actually dared to insult our national flag like that! Insulting our Heavenly Locusts and Immortals!!"

"This is... This is a heinous crime! Unforgivable! Absolutely unforgivable!!"

Matsushita Noqiu threw the telescope to the ground, jumped up and down and cursed.

But this blow just happened to hit the face of Kitajima Jiro who was just about to stand up.

The second man from Kitajima cried out in pain: "Ouch!"

……