My Head of the Huaxia Expeditionary Force

Chapter 557
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At this moment, a few unkempt men emerged from the woods. They raised their hands high, but they muttered some incomprehensible language.

"Come out all of them! Otherwise, I will shoot!" The soldier on guard angrily shouted, pulling the bolt and loading it.

The movement here quickly attracted the attention of others, and the sentries all leaned over, pointing their black muzzles at each other.

Soon a lot of people emerged from the nearby woods one after another. These people were bare-chested and dark-skinned. They were short and thin like monkeys. Most of the incomprehensible words in their mouths were local dialects.

"What's going on!? Where did these melons come out?"

Huang Daming cursed and walked to the front of the camp, good guy... Looking around, there were no more than [-] or [-] or [-] of these indigenous refugees who came out of the forest, and the figures in the depths of the forest were still vaguely visible, and it was unknown how many people there were.

"Reporting to the company commander, I... I don't know... it just popped up out of nowhere." The soldier on guard replied tremblingly. To be honest, he was frightened by the scene in front of him.

"What are you shivering? You only found out when you touched the useless things in front of your eyes. Did your eyes grow into your assholes?!" Huang Daming cursed bitterly, and slapped his head as he spoke.

It's so fucking careless, so many people suddenly appearing around, fortunately they are only refugees, if this is the enemy...they have to play it all.

Due to repeated battles with the Japanese army, the people in the nearby areas were greatly affected. Their homes were destroyed and they had to flee to the north.

Recently, all troops will encounter these fleeing refugees, and there are orders from above to provide as much help as possible without affecting themselves. If there are Chinese people inside, they must be properly arranged and sent to the Heihe base as much as possible.

"Everyone in the woods, get out of here. Is there anyone who can speak Chinese?"

Although they were just refugees, Huang Daming still took a submachine gun from the guard. There were too many natives in front of him, so he had to be vigilant.

Huang Daming couldn't help but recall memories...Three years ago, when the first batch of expeditionary troops retreated from Savage Mountain and returned home, he followed Liao Mingyu's rout troops, and the latter just chopped down a few soldiers on the edge of the Nu River. Ten Japanese devils mixed into the crowd.

At that time, if Junzuo hadn't discovered it early, these devils would definitely become a great hidden danger when defending Nantianmen later, and maybe the entire team would have to fall on it.

Thinking of this, Huang Daming felt uneasy for a moment. Looking at the poor refugees in front of him, he felt like a time bomb was hidden inside, as if everyone had problems.

"Company commander, what should we do with these people? Do we need to drive them away?" A soldier hurried over and asked.

"and many more!"

Huang Daming shook his head and refused, feeling more and more uneasy in his heart. He immediately called for the platoon leader under him, and arranged: "Zhuzi, tell your people to pull out the cordon, and the third row will come out to maintain order. Put your eyes on me, Qian Don't let them near the transport company!"

"Company commander, what is this for? If you want me to give them something to eat and let them fend for themselves, why bother?"

Zhuzi was very helpless, these refugees were as thin and black as monkeys in Southeast Asia, and they could make big waves.

"What do you know, this is an order! Let the brothers stay vigilant and check me one by one. If there is a problem, find out immediately, hurry up!" Huang Daming was angry and shouted angrily.

Although he was a bit reluctant, Zhu Zi still lined up some people to go there, and found a soldier who could speak Burmese in the barracks, and then searched the refugees one by one, and then asked where they came from.

However, due to the language difference, the soldier who acted as the interpreter was also the second-in-command, and he could not speak Burmese well, so it was very difficult to communicate. The soldiers became angry when they asked, and abuse and pushing were inevitable.

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze!"

"If you stare at me again, you are courting death!"

"Take off your clothes...Okay, get out of here..."

The soldiers were also very speechless. In fact, there is no need to be like this. Most of those refugees are Bamar and Shan, and there are very few Karen. They almost all look the same. They are short and thin, and most of the men are naked With the upper body covered, even those wearing clothes are in tatters, and it is difficult to hide anything.

"Come on, where did the next... come from? Huh?"

The soldier pushed and shoved the man in front of him, and asked the interpreter to ask him again in Burmese, but the man did not respond, and kept his head bowed in silence.

"What's the matter? Are you deaf or dumb? I'm asking you! Eh...?"

At this time, Xiao Bing suddenly noticed something strange. The man's face was covered with dirty plaster, so he couldn't tell what he looked like, but the rest of his upper body was quite fair. tribe.

What's even more strange is that this guy's hair is well-trimmed. Although it is also unkempt, it is at least much better than those Bamar people who are not good at grooming and keep their hair to shoulder length.

These points immediately aroused Xiaobing's vigilance, and the dodging eyes of the other party confirmed his guess even more, and the M1 rifle in his hand was lifted up involuntarily.

During this period of time, in order to prevent the advance of the third division, the Japanese army arranged a lot of minefields in the Nay Pyi Taw and Binwenna areas. The houses of the local aboriginal people were burned to the ground, and the fields and houses on which they depended for survival were completely destroyed.

Then drive them all to the north, let them go to the U.S. military and the expeditionary force for help, making them a burden to the enemy, and at the same time confusing the intelligence of the Allied troops.

There are even little devils who took off their military uniforms and mixed in with these refugees. Frantically, they hid grenades on their bodies, and approached the allied forces with the refugees with their hands raised.

Because they are all Asians, unless they are experienced people, it is difficult to distinguish them from the appearance.

Those Brits were even more ignorant. In order to reflect their identity as colonists of the British Empire, they also accepted a lot of refugees and natives.

The veterans of the 88th Army are very experienced in this regard. As early as when the first expeditionary force entered Myanmar to fight, the Japanese used this trick. A method of subverting and creating chaos.

(End of this chapter)