Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 93 What a little clever ghost (please ask for tickets on Monday, all kinds of tickets!)
As the incoming person took two consecutive steps, the warm light of the bonfire basically allowed the sentinel to see the incoming person clearly.

Although the shadow of the 90-style steel helmet covered in gunpowder obscured the opponent's face, the rank of second lieutenant on his collar was real.

The nervous expressions of the two sentries eased slightly, and the muzzles were slightly lowered, but their hands were still on the bolts.

"Password!"

The pure Kyoto accent of the main island roared softly from the second lieutenant of the Japanese army who had approached the sentinel two meters away.

The strict hierarchy concept that has been integrated into the bones makes the two Japanese sentry stand upright almost subconsciously, stand the rifles they are holding on the side of their hands, and reply: "Blooming!"

"Baga! I asked you to ask for the password, not to reply! You people from Nagoya, is that Malu?" The second lieutenant tried his best to suppress his roar.

The splintered wood at his feet flew into the bonfire, causing the flames to tremble. The ensign's anger broke out, causing the two sentries to shudder.

The predecessor of the Third Division was Nagoya Zhentai. Naturally, more Nagoya soldiers were recruited, but most of the officers were from the Japanese Non-commissioned Officers Academy. Naturally, they were found everywhere. They were scolded by a second lieutenant with a Kyoto accent. The Third Division is not too new.

"Mine is in charge of patrolling the sentry, and yours are very unqualified!" The second lieutenant was even more annoyed when he saw this situation.

Hearing this, the two sentinels moved their lips and tried to defend themselves, but they did not dare to speak.

The strict hierarchy concept of the Japanese army made the two senior soldiers completely bewildered by the censure of a second lieutenant officer who was very likely to have a noble status.

"Sakura!" A voice came from seven or eight meters away.

Accompanied by the sound, a khaki figure stood up from the pile of debris in the ruins, trotted a few steps with a gun, ran to more than two meters away from the second lieutenant, and stood up straight, with a smile on his face: "Shangguan, Yamamoto Team No. Team 1 Commander Okagawa Pingyu will report to you."

"Team Yamamoto?" In the firelight, the second lieutenant swept the corner of his eye at the position of the Japanese army's dark post that had just taken the initiative to walk out. "

Listening to the second lieutenant's question, the Japanese soldier who was standing more than two meters away and apparently belonged to the leaders of the three Japanese troops suddenly relaxed a lot, and took the initiative to stand forward again, bending his waist a bit: "Sorry, Shangguan, we do It's not the Yamamoto team, it belongs to the Matsuda team, just like that, because."

"Yo Xi! Yours, not bad!" Before the Japanese corps commander could finish explaining, the second lieutenant gave him a thumbs up.

The Japanese corps chief was finally relieved. Not only did he prove the identity of the other party, but he also made up for the bad impression the two lieutenants had caused by the negligence of the second lieutenant.

Yes, just these few lines of dialogue, but there is a little cunning of the Japanese corporal.

An infantry brigade of the Japanese army is as high as more than 1000 people. Naturally, not all of them are familiar with each other, especially after a war that lasted for several months, the Japanese army’s own casualties exceeded 30.00%, and more people came in.

In order to prove the identities of both parties, it is safest to rely on the password issued by the wing headquarters before dark.

Therefore, the clever little head of the Japanese army corporal was running at a high speed and played a small trick.

In this war sweeping the world, the Japanese Army is definitely the most unique army, no one.

Not only because its officers like to flutter, either playing the trick of swallowing elephants or poking the tiger's butt, but its military establishment is also different from other countries in the world.

Of course, the special features of the army are not only in the deployment of personnel and weapons, but also in the fact that their appellation is also full of Japan's regional and cultural characteristics. In layman's terms, I have never seen such a grounded army.

For example, the third division started in Nagoya, and it is usually called the Nagoya division, the second division is called the Sendai division, and the fourth division of the daimyo from home and abroad is naturally called the Osaka division.

The designation with such a strong local flavor naturally has its advantages and disadvantages. The advantage is that everyone is a fellow countryman, and they can trust each other when fighting, so that the troops have a sense of belonging.

The shortcomings are also obvious. It is because of the different places, the habits of the soldiers of each army are also different, and each division has a different character.

For example, the Kumamoto and Sendai divisions, their ancestors were strong soldiers, and their folk customs were sturdy, so such troops have a bandit spirit;
The Fourth Division from Osaka is from Osaka Castle, which likes to do business, so they like to be slick when fighting;
The Tokyo 101 Division from the Yamaguchi-gumi headquarters in Japan is very rogue, and often likes to beat and scold the superiors and let them wash their feet.
Heishihui is such a dick that it broke the strictest concept of hierarchy in the Japanese army.

In addition to using place names, the Japanese also liked to use the surnames of their officers before the names of the troops. For example, the Fifth Division was called Itagaki Division.

Wings, brigades, and squadrons under a division are called by this convention. In order to prevent the leakage of their designations during wartime, the brigade and above are called so-and-so units, and the squadrons and below are called teams, just like the Japanese corps commander just now. The number reported is the infantry squadron level.

And these, if you don't understand the internal habits of the Japanese army, naturally they don't know it.

If the second lieutenant was unfamiliar with this, then something was wrong.

Of course, more importantly, the key to this trick is that the corporal of the Japanese army deliberately changed the name of the squadron. A second lieutenant who claimed to be on patrol would naturally not be unaware of the defense area of ​​each infantry squadron.

Therefore, before confirmation, the Japanese corps commander seemed to be respectful, but he was standing more than two meters away, which was enough distance to avoid the attack, and the long spear in his hand could be handed forward at any time.

This is really witty, otherwise the second lieutenant would not have praised him so much. He patted him on the shoulder, took out a precious cigarette from Kyoto from his arms, and raised Yang at him, which meant that it was not only verbal, but also There are material rewards.

How could the corporal of the Japanese army not be overjoyed?A lieutenant-level officer is already the highest-level officer at his level. As long as this person can speak a few words of praise to the top, wouldn’t it be a matter of minutes for the corporal leader to become the leader of Cao?
"You're welcome, Shangguan!" The Japanese corporal bowed politely in the eyes of the two sentinels with incomparable admiration.

The second lieutenant threw two of them to the two sentinels at random, but he missed them and fell to the ground. The two sentinels hurriedly bent over to pick them up.

The Japanese corps commander respectfully reached out and took the cigarette case, so that he ignored the tall second lieutenant who had turned slightly and stood directly in front of him.

At the same time, there was also a strong smell of blood in Little Smart's nose.

Wei Wei was stunned and looked at the cigarette case in his hand, there was actually bloodstains on it that had not completely dried up.

Our 3rd Infantry Brigade has yet to go into battle!blood from there?The little astute, like the corporal of the Japanese army, flashed doubts in his heart.

Perhaps the doubts came too suddenly, so that the heart stinged.

The Japanese army corporal, who suddenly felt a pain in his heart, lowered his head subconsciously, but found that a three-eighth bayonet seemed to grow out of his heart.

The stab was so deep, from his angle, the thirty-eight bayonet that was fifty centimeters long was already only half the size of the blade and handle.

"Enemy attack!" The Japanese corps commander suddenly raised his head and shouted piercingly.

The little clever corporal finally knew why he was wary of this second lieutenant-level officer who looked extremely unfamiliar at the beginning, because the height of this man was really different from himself and most of his colleagues.

With a tall stature nearly 1.8 meters taller than him, he may not be considered a rare animal in the 2nd Infantry Brigade, but he should definitely know it.

An enemy who is proficient in Japanese and familiar with the situation in the military and dares to touch and attack at this time, his personal strength is unknown.

For the first time, he did not resist, but directly shouted to warn his own people. This is the only thing that Little Clever can do for his colleagues.

This is such a good guy!Any Japanese military officer here would probably appreciate this veteran who is flexible enough and dedicated to his duties.

It's a pity that Xiao Ji Ling still underestimated his opponent. The roar of his efforts was still swirling around his tongue. The long spear that he had placed by his side suddenly bounced, and the terrifying three-eight bayonet was pierced by his lower jaw. While piercing the mouth, it penetrates directly into the brain.

The roar of the exhausted life will never be much louder than the whine of a chick, and it will be dissipated in the autumn wind of China.

(End of this chapter)