The expeditionary force began to dominate Southeast Asia by recruiting defeated soldiers

The Willys Jeep, with a weight of only 590 kg, drove very fast on the muddy road with its light body and 60 horsepower engine, and served as the vanguard of the team to explore the way ahead.

However, now, the two jeeps had to stop in front of a wooden fence.

A middle-aged Qianguo soldier wearing an expeditionary force uniform and holding the rank of captain stopped Xiao Dongbei and prevented him from entering.

"This is the 96th Division's shelter. We're taking in soldiers who've fallen behind during the retreat," the middle-aged soldier said sternly. "I've never heard of your independent battalion's designation. Without directives from higher-ups, I can't let you into our division's shelter."

Zhang Chi's M15 self-propelled anti-aircraft gun arrived quickly. He opened the car door, jumped out, and came closer. He saw a large open space on the side of the road surrounded by barbed wire and wooden fences, with many tents set up in the open space.

A wooden railing and sentry box painted in red and white blocked Xiao Dongbei's entry.

Zhang Chi took a few steps forward.

The captain of the 96th Division looked at the M15 self-propelled anti-aircraft gun, its gleaming 37mm anti-aircraft gun muzzle and its two large-caliber heavy machine guns in parallel, and swallowed hard. But he still firmly refused:

"Whatever those deserters you mentioned did, that's the matter for the Military Court. Our shelter is just there to take them in. If you have any questions, please contact our division commander."

Zhang Chi was helpless when he heard the official words. If the defeated soldiers who had robbed the village had really entered the 96th Division's shelter, he really couldn't break in and take them out. After all, he was only the commander of an independent battalion, not the captain of the gendarmerie, and he had no right to enforce military discipline on friendly troops.

"How many defeated soldiers have you taken in at this shelter? Are the supplies enough? Do you want me to share some with you?" Zhang Chi, who was already preparing to continue chasing forward to see if he could gather more defeated soldiers, asked casually before leaving.

"We have gathered hundreds of people and are ready to head north and return to the country in one day. We currently have sufficient supplies. Thank you for your kindness." The lieutenant bowed to Zhang Chi.

Zhang Chi nodded and was about to get in the car, but suddenly felt something was wrong.

The lieutenant said that they had taken in hundreds of people, but the tents on the open ground were all tightly closed. It was quiet without any noise. Zhang Chi had no idea when the military discipline of the defeated Kuomintang soldiers had become so good. For those old veterans, playing mahjong, gambling and drinking together were the norm.

Not to mention that according to the previously captured battle determination map, this area should be controlled by the Japanese. Why would the 96th Division be able to set up a refugee camp here and provide sufficient supplies?

Thinking of this, Zhang Chi let go of the hand that was holding the car door, turned his head to look towards the entrance of the shelter, and happened to meet the eyes of the soldier with a rifle in the guard booth.

"There's something wrong nine out of ten. Why is this sentry so nervous about me? We're allies, aren't we?"

"The Mashiko Advance? One of those disguised units like Otto Scholz's during the Battle of the Bulge?"

Zhang Chi suddenly remembered that this tactic of disguising oneself as an enemy to create chaos was very popular both in the real World War II and in the virtual World War II in video games such as Medal of Honor and Call of Duty. Maybe the shelter in front of him was run by the Japanese, and in this way the Japanese could lure all the defeated soldiers of the 96th Division in without firing a single shot.

But how do we verify their authenticity? After all, they could indeed be friendly forces of the 96th Division. We can't just randomly attack a friendly shelter, right?

Zhang Chi suddenly thought of a famous meme from a certain superhero movie series in his past life, so he used the Japanese language ability granted by the system to shout, "Tian Nao Black Card, load!"

The lieutenant and the soldiers standing guard at the door heard this familiar phrase and immediately raised their hands and shouted: "Board! Board! Board!" (It's important to say it three times)

When Zhang Chi saw them raising their hands, he realized that they were all Japanese devils. He quickly took out the Browning pistol from his waist and shot without aiming.

Xiao Dongbei and the scouts who were still sitting in the jeep also reacted very quickly. When they saw Zhang Chi shooting, they picked up their submachine guns and started firing without thinking.

Several disguised Japanese soldiers were immediately turned into "dancing little men" by the dense bullets.

Zhang Chi walked forward vigilantly with a pistol in hand. The fake lieutenant had a lot of blood flowing out of his mouth and was struggling and gasping to say something.

Zhang Chi ignored him and took out a Belgian FN pistol from the holster on his waist, then unbuckled his belt and took off his pants.

He did this not because he was a pervert, but to verify something.

Sure enough, after pulling down the pants, what was revealed was not the boxer briefs commonly worn by Qianguo officers, but the Fuso loincloth.

"Sure enough, the Japs are very cunning in their work." Zhang Chi was very proud of his own wit for a moment, and suddenly he blurted out a word of Concord, which scared the little Dongbei next to him.

After raising his hand and firing another shot at the fake lieutenant's head, Zhang Chi heard the question from Xiao Dongbei beside him: "Sir, this Concord language is spoken by the Japanese immigrants outside the Great Wall who are trying to steal our land. You can speak both Fusang and Concord language, could it be..."

Zhang Chi looked at Xiao Dongbei's confused expression, raised his hand and hit him on the head, and said angrily, "Sir, I not only speak Johnese and Fuso, but also Hansese and Italian. What's the matter? Could I be a fifth-level spy?"

"Is Nen a tiger? Is he a tiger?" Zhang Chi even asked this last question in Northeastern dialect.

Xiao Dongbei touched his head and said with a smile, "Oh my god, sir, you can speak Dongbei dialect now?"

"Go, take someone in and check it out to see what's going on inside."

After he finished speaking, Zhang Chi heard footsteps coming from behind him. He turned around and saw that it was a group of infantrymen running towards him.

"We have encountered the Japanese disguised as fakes. You should also take people in to see if there are any of our people." Zhang Chi waved his hand and asked Qi Quan and Bai Minghui to take people in to check quickly.

The two men received the order and immediately dispersed their troops to search every corner of the tents and camp.

Soon, a soldier ran out hurriedly with a large bag of powder in his hand.

"Captain, look, knockout drugs."

Zhang Chi breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the word "knockout drug". This meant that the defeated soldiers in the camp were most likely alive, otherwise the Japanese would not have needed to use knockout drugs.

"Battalion Commander, my tent is full of people, all brothers from the 96th Division." Soon, another soldier poked his head out of the tent. He lifted the curtain, revealing a group of tied-up and gagged soldiers from the 96th Division in the tent.

"Battalion Commander, this is mine too." another soldier shouted from a tent not far away.

"Battalion Commander, I'm also here..." Reports came one after another from all over.

Zhang Chi roughly counted the number of people in each tent, multiplied it by the number of tents, and concluded that there were about 400 prisoners from the 96th Division held here, which was exactly the same number as the defeated soldiers who robbed them as the villagers said.

"Bring the one with the highest official rank to me." Zhang Chi ordered in a deep voice.

Not long after, a major with a bulging belly was brought over by the soldiers. His hands were stiff and numb from being tied up for too long, and he was rubbing his wrists constantly.

The major forced a smile and bowed to Zhang Chi, saying, "Thank you for your help, brother. I am He Weimin, the major and battalion commander of the 489th Regiment. May I ask which unit you are from? If you can escort us back to China, I will reward you handsomely in the future."

Zhang Chi didn't respond. His eyes were cold, and his voice was oppressive. "Five miles southwest of here is a village called Xinwangping. It was looted by fleeing soldiers yesterday. I want to ask you, do you have anything to do with this?"

He Weimin was stunned when he heard this. His eyes subconsciously looked towards his nose and he stammered, "I... don't know."

Zhang Chi had already made up his mind at this point. He waved his hand in disgust and shouted expressionlessly, "Tie him up."

"Ah?" He Weimin was stunned for a moment. Before he could react, Xiao Dongbei grabbed him and tied him up, making him unable to move.

He was terrified and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Brother, what do you mean? We are all soldiers serving our country. I am just temporarily taking some food and fodder for myself because I am short of food and pay. Why do you have to do this? Why do you have to do this?"

"Serving the country?" Zhang Chi's eyes flashed with anger. He spat in disgust, his tone as cold as ice. "You call yourself serving the people, and this is how you serve the country and the people? Robbing the people of their life-saving food? This kind of scum really makes me sick."

"Don't untie those soldiers! Take them all back to Xinwangping Village. I'll let the villagers identify you one by one and see if you still have the nerve to claim you're soldiers serving the country and the people!"