Bright Sword: I took Li Yunlong to work in military industry

Chapter 490: Nangou Mass Grave, the Sins of the Japs

Hearing his iron-clad man reporting in tears, Fourth Battalion Commander Lu Guoliang was a little stunned. What on earth had happened to make such a man become like this?

Without saying a word, Lu Guoliang walked directly towards Nangou. Seeing this, the monk followed him and planned to take a closer look at what was going on.

In fact, before setting out, Yu Ye told these middle-level officers about the situation in Nangou of Yukou Coal Mine, but they had no real idea of ​​the situation until they saw the actual situation.

When we arrived at Nangou, we could smell a strong stench from a long distance away. It was the stench of rotting corpses.

The monk frowned. He didn't expect that he could smell such a strong stench from a distance of four or five miles. What was going on in the valley?

Friends who often kill people know that it takes at least a year for a corpse to completely turn into bones.

When Lu Guoliang and the monk led a company of soldiers to Nangou, the pits and valleys were filled with bones. All the soldiers could not find words to describe the shock in their hearts at that moment.

The monk had also experienced the handling of the corpse valley at the Changzhi Iron Mine. At that time, Yu Ye led the soldiers to handle hundreds of corpses and completed the burning and burial of the bodies of their compatriots.

At that time, the monk thought that this was already the most tragic thing in the world, but he didn't expect to see an even more exaggerated scene today. Almost everywhere he looked were bones.

Among the white bones were quite a few corpses that had not yet completely decayed. There were also a few corpses nearby that looked relatively intact, and they must have died only a few days ago.

However, the internal organs of these corpses had almost been completely hollowed out by wild dogs or wolves, and there were many signs of bites on the corpses.

"Damn little devils."

The eyes of the soldiers who were traveling with him became red, almost bloodshot, and their hands holding the guns were shaking.

Even Lu Guoliang, who was the best at enforcing military discipline, felt the urge deep in his heart to pick up his gun and shoot all the captured Japanese soldiers.

Since the Japanese invaders entered China, they have committed all kinds of atrocities. Almost all the soldiers who came to join the army have seen the crimes committed by the Japanese invaders, and have also seen many villagers and innocent people die because of the Japanese invaders' atrocities, but they have never seen such horrific crimes on such a large scale.

How is this tragic situation different from hell?

Perhaps, there is no such horrific scene even in hell.

Mountains of corpses and seas of blood, that's all.

"Go, report the situation here to the regiment commander and the political commissar. They will surely be able to come up with a better plan. We must make the Japanese pay with blood!

We need to make sure everyone in the world understands what happened here.”

Lu Guoliang finally maintained his restraint. He knew that it was useless to simply vent his emotions at this time. The Japanese must be punished as they deserved. Public opinion warfare was also very important in this process.

The monk walked among the corpses, where he saw all kinds of tragic ways of death. Some had their heads chopped off with sharp blades, some were nailed to death alive with nails. Even after they turned into bones, the nails in their bodies were still nailed to their bones.

The monk saw the gray hair on the body, and also saw that the body was less than 1.5 meters tall and the skeleton was very thin, which was obviously the skeleton of a child...

There were so many dead people. The monk himself had experienced many battles, but he was sure that today was the day he had seen the most corpses in his life.

The monk walked among the corpses with an unspeakable sadness on his face.

He put down the gun in his hand, clasped his hands together, and murmured a Buddhist mantra: "Amitabha!"

......

Second Battalion Commander Shen Quan led his team to ambush on the road from Datong to Yukou Coal Mine. At this time, he silently prayed in his heart that the Japanese must take the road where he ambushed.

In the previous battle at the Old Arsenal, he had fought so poorly that he had been looking for an opportunity to prove his strength.

"Battalion Commander! Battalion Commander! The Japs are coming!"

The company commander who was in charge of reconnaissance at the front line ran to Shen Quan and shouted in a low voice. Although his voice was lowered, the excitement in his words could not be suppressed at all.

"Great! We, the Second Battalion, have finally gotten rid of our anger. Zhang Dabiao always takes the First Battalion to eat and drink the best food. We, the Second Battalion, are not raised by a stepmother.

We will let the Japanese get closer before attacking them. We will use a round of vitality coverage first to completely cut off the Japanese. Then we will attack them in sections!

There are only more than 3,000 Japanese soldiers in a regiment!

We also have more than a thousand soldiers in the Second Battalion. We have the advantage!"

Before the battle, the second battalion commander once again emphasized the combat deployment to cheer up the soldiers.

In fact, there was no need for the Second Battalion Commander Shen Quan to encourage the soldiers. All the soldiers of the Second Battalion had already put in their best efforts, just waiting to completely defeat this group of Japanese devils.

The Chinese people's hatred for the Japanese is ingrained in their bones and needs no explanation or emphasis.

Yoshizawa Tadao led a regiment of Japanese soldiers and marched in a fast-moving formation towards the direction of Yukou Coal Mine. According to his original plan, the Chinese army would immediately start attacking Datong City after they left. However, he did not expect that they had been gone for more than two hours and the remaining troops had not yet sent any news of the attack.

The Japanese soldier Yoshizawa Tadao murmured in his heart, could it be that his prediction was wrong?

Could it be that the Eighth Route Army’s target was not Datong City but themselves?

So, it made a comparison in its mind: is Datong City more important to the Eighth Route Army, or is Yoshizawa Tadao more important to the Eighth Route Army?

There are two roads from Datong City to Yukou Coal Mine. After a brief hesitation, Yoshizawa Tadao chose a relatively safe route that was less prone to ambush. However, it would take longer to reach Yukou, making it convenient for him to return to Datong City for support at any time.

Until this time, it still believed that Datong City was more important to the Eighth Route Army.

boom!

A 107 rocket launcher landed in the middle of the team.

The Japanese soldiers' limbs and internal organs began to scatter everywhere, and many of them had their faces covered with broken organs and blood.

The formation was in chaos.

The Japanese who often fought with the independent regiment knew that when they encountered a 107 rocket launcher, their opponents definitely had more than one prepared, but often 24 or 72.

Yoshizawa Tadao's face changed drastically. As a Japanese commander who had never directly fought with the Eighth Route Army Independent Regiment, he had heard more than once how dense and fierce the firepower of the Independent Regiment was. It was not until he saw it for the first time today that he realized how pale and powerless all his previous imaginations and estimates were.

It was only at this time that it realized a problem: neither it nor Datong City were important to the Independent Regiment, but its absence was very important to the Independent Regiment.

In other words, it didn't matter to the Independence Regiment without it. When the Independence Regiment decided to attack it, it had no possibility of survival.