When the sun finally rose to the horizon on the thirty-eighth day,
Meng Fanle and his companions finally received the reinforcements they had been waiting for for a long time and left the hellhole where they had stayed for thirty-eight days. Even though they did not feel any joy in their hearts at this moment, they were only anxious to fill their stomachs.
Just as they were about to go out, a Japanese soldier in Japanese military uniform rushed in front of them for some reason. On his back was a bloody big dog that looked like dog meat.
Meng Fanle thought it was their dog meat at first, but when he turned around, he found that it was not. The dog meat was still staying in the arms of their leader.
That was the dog that Takeuchi Renzan raised, but now it is dead.
All the guys present (mainly those who came to pick up their leader) pointed their guns at the enemy who suddenly appeared.
The person who came was none other than Yamaguchi Kenjiro, who was released by Sakutama that day. He raised his hands to show that he had no ill intentions and was explaining his purpose in his broken Chinese.
Yamaguchi Kenjiro was covered in a mixture of blood and dirt. The people present couldn't even see his face. They could only see his clothes and the Japanese military rank on his shoulders. It was obvious that he had just crawled out of a cave.
This time, he not only brought the dog raised by Takeuchi Renshan, but also brought the head of Takeuchi Renshan himself. His only request was that the other party let them go home.
The commander of the 353rd Regiment who came to the rescue scratched his helmet, unable to react to what was happening. He still held the gun in his hand, not knowing whether to put it down or shoot. He was thinking, where did this little Japanese soldier in front of him come from?
Si La Si La finally stood up and walked in front of the regiment commander. He didn't know what the kneeling Japanese soldier in front of him was saying. He just recognized the head in the cloth.
The head had been carefully tidied up when it was chopped off, perhaps to prevent others from recognizing it. Now, Yamaguchi Kenjiro has opened it and placed it in front of himself. He is trying to bury his whole body in the soil to show his surrender.
Dead, dead. Standing at the entrance of the tree fort, outside the trench they had defended for thirty-eight days, leaning on a rifle, no longer worried about bullets hitting him, he staggered closer to the guy who surrendered to them, squinting his eyes at the head that had long since lost its blood.
At the same time, they saw in the distance that many guys in Japanese military uniforms were kneeling down to them like the Japanese soldiers in front of them, throwing away their weapons, and kneeling down to them as devoutly as they were to their emperor. Their enemies were surrendering, not to the Yu army that was advancing like a hot knife through butter, but to them.
Without weapons, without madness, they left behind everything except the desire to go home.
Such a scene was something Si La Si La had never seen in his life. He stood there, and the other thirty-six people behind him, like the confused commander, stared at the scene dumbfoundedly.
At this moment, Si La Si La really wanted to turn around and tell someone that they really won, but his mind was blank and he couldn't remember who he wanted to tell. Was he annoyed?
Meng Fanle didn't need to say anything at this time. He automatically stood within three meters away from their commander, where he could be slapped and was ready to take orders. He was also stunned by this scene that he couldn't even dream of.
He watched his captain turn his head and look inside the tree fort, and followed his gaze to look back, but the tree fort was now empty, and there was nothing where he looked except a pile of rags of unknown use.
Meng Fanle didn't know what was so interesting there, but he was admiring the rare scene of surrender. This had never happened before and would only be seen once in a thousand years. If he missed it today, he would never see it again.
"Hey, Commander, what are you looking at? The Japanese are surrendering to you. I haven't seen such a scene even when Empress Dowager Cixi was still in power. Besides, aren't you hungry?"
The thirty-six people who came out all began to accept the kindness of the 353rd Regiment Leader, Misi, and filled their mouths with glucose, water, biscuits, chocolate, and whatever they could find.
Only then will we have time to appreciate the surrender of the Japanese.
Their leader didn't eat anything except the sip of water at the beginning. Meng Fanle thought this was very unusual. Could he be sick from hunger?
The leader who had fed their leader water was now reporting the situation to Yu Xiaoqing through the radio, confirming the identity of the head. After briefly moistening his lips, he grabbed the phone and said calmly to Yu Xiaoqing on the other end of the phone,
"It's Takeuchi Renzan."
He would never make a mistake. Milong even compared it with the photo hidden in his crotch.
"It's not really that old bastard's head, is it?"
After saying "dead, dead", he put the microphone back into the hands of the leader of the Misi group and left. He left without asking for anything. They had nothing in the first place in the thirty-eight days.
Meng Fanle was the first one to follow him while looking back, the second was Milong and Zhang Lixian who had a bag of delicious food, the third was the silent Li Wula, who wanted numbness instead of spicy food, with big eyes, a big beard, and a jinx, and the fifth was all the rest, including Quanmin Zhubu who smiled with a look of relief and Master Mai who prayed like God.
Today is a rare day of good weather. The sun breaks through the clouds and shines on them, making them feel warm. It is a great day for sleeping.
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