Liang Jian: Lao Li, I'm really not a military expert

Chapter 106 We in the Eighth Route Army treat prisoners well. As long as you don’t run away, I will

Li Sanwa helped the medical team to place more than 20 seriously wounded soldiers in a hidden place, and then began to help Lu Xiaohai clean up the battlefield, while finishing off the Japanese soldiers to prevent them from suddenly attacking and injuring people while cleaning the battlefield. After half an hour of rough cleaning, all the weapons and ammunition on the battlefield were picked up, leaving only scattered bullets and bullet shells that had not been collected.

"Sanwazi, the weapons are ready. Let's find a place to hide as soon as possible. This place is very unsafe. According to what Captain Lin told us before, the Japanese fighter planes will soon arrive to reinforce us. If we don't evacuate, our situation will be very dangerous!"

Li Sanwa did not refute the third platoon leader Lu Xiaohai, but nodded in agreement and said, "Third platoon leader, your platoon will be responsible for transporting the spoils, and the lightly and seriously wounded will be left to our platoon. In addition, I will select another squad of soldiers to be responsible for the guard. What do you think of this arrangement?"

Lu Xiaohai patted Li Sanwa's shoulder and replied with a big grin: "Sanwa, you have made great progress during this period. Just do as you planned. Captain Lin has already arranged a hiding place for us. If we hurry up, we can get there in half an hour!"

Without any delay, everyone rushed towards Yujiagou, and finally hid in Yujiagou before the second wave of Japanese fighter planes arrived.

The second batch of six Japanese Zero fighters that arrived were very angry after seeing the clothes of the soldiers of Noda's squadron being stripped off. Under the command of Lieutenant Colonel Okada, they began to search for Lin Zhenhua and his men, but they found nothing after two hours of searching. At this time, they had reached the longest time they could stay in the air and had to return as soon as possible. They had no choice but to embark on the return journey with hatred.

Due to a deviation in course on the way back, two fighter planes had to make emergency landings early. One of them made a safe landing, while the other failed and caught fire and exploded. Only four fighter planes returned to the airport safely. This made the Japanese commander even more angry. He was furious in the command center, withdrew a wing of troops, and rushed to Yujialing, vowing to capture Lin Zhenhua and others.

Lin Zhenhua had no idea that the Japanese hated him so much that they wanted to cut him into pieces. After eight hours of hard work, he finally completed the dismantling of the Japanese Zero fighter before one o'clock in the morning. Looking at the pile of spare parts under his feet, how to transport them back became a problem that Lin Zhenhua urgently needed to solve.

When he thought that the two Japanese trucks had not been destroyed, he already had an idea in his mind. He arranged two squads of soldiers to be responsible for guarding them. He led a squad of soldiers and spent two hours rushing back to the Yujialing battlefield. He tried the two trucks and was overjoyed when he found that they could still be used.

"Comrades, let's use explosives to blow up the exit, clear the road, and drive the two trucks out. And don't forget those barrels of oil, or else if they run out of oil halfway through the journey, we'll really be a lump of iron, and by then we'll be no more useful than a horse-drawn carriage!"

With Lin Zhenhua's continuous blasting, a three-meter-wide passage was quickly cleared, allowing normal trucks to pass through. The potholes on the road were also filled with rocks by the soldiers. But there was still a problem in front of Lin Zhenhua, that is, except for Lin Zhenhua, no one else could drive, and even Lin Zhenhua was a novice.

Fortunately, the trucks at that time did not run very fast and were not complicated to drive. After some trial and error, he slowly drove out the first truck, dismantled the parts from the other two trucks of the Japanese devils, loaded them onto the truck bed, and arranged three soldiers to sit in the truck bed to be on guard, and drove towards Yujiagou.

After a busy night, Lin Zhenhua drove two trucks to the site where the Zero fighter had made an emergency landing. He also brought four horse-drawn carriages. With the help of the second platoon of soldiers, he loaded all the parts onto the vehicles and planned to return to Lijiazhuang early to end this operation.

"Second Platoon Leader, notify everyone that we will hide during the day and move at night, and rush back to Lijiazhuang as quickly as possible! We have fought two battles since we came out this time, and the food we seized is enough for us to eat for a month. This time we killed a squadron of the Japs, and the Japs' revenge will come soon. We have to avoid the enemy's edge at this time. With just our few people, if we really encounter a large Japs force, we won't be able to feed a Japs battalion!"

As Lin Zhenhua's order was given, everyone began to pull the spoils back. The Japanese pilot Masao Kojima woke up in a daze at noon. He was awakened by hunger. He had been hungry for a day and a night and was already starving. But when he saw himself tied to a horse with a piece of rag stuffed in his mouth, he screamed but could not make much sound.

The young soldier who was leading the horse heard the noise behind him and found that the Japanese soldier had woken up. He took out the rag from his mouth and Masao Kojima started to speak Japanese language, but the young soldier couldn't understand him at all. He hurriedly shouted: "Captain, the Japanese soldier has woken up. I don't know what he is saying. I don't understand a word!"

Lin Zhenhua, who was walking in front, heard the young soldier's shout and hurriedly stopped. The Japanese fighter planes did not come this morning, so Lin Zhenhua hurriedly arranged for the soldiers to march. Unexpectedly, after only two hours of walking, Masao Kojima, who had been in a coma for a day and a night, finally woke up.

Lin Zhenhua hurried to the front of Kojima Masao, looked at the somewhat depressed Kojima Masao, and asked: "Little devil, be honest and tell me about your situation!"

Masao Kojima was a man who knew the times. He felt that his life was extremely precious. As long as he could survive, he could endure any humiliation. After all, nothing was more important than being alive.

Masao Kojima swallowed the curse that was about to come out of his mouth and replied weakly: "I am Masao Kojima, and I am affiliated with the 22nd Air Squadron. I am very hungry now. Please give me some food to fill my stomach. Thank you very much!"

Lin Zhenhua replied in Japanese language: "Okay, since you are so cooperative, I will have someone put you down from the horse and arrange to get you a ration and a pot of water. You also know our Eighth Route Army's prisoner policy. As long as you don't escape, I guarantee your safety!"

Masao Kojima replied in Japanese with surprise: "I understand. Thank you very much, sir. I will definitely follow your orders and will never run away on my own!"

Lin Zhenhua scoffed at Kojima Masao's assurance, but considering how cooperative he was, he didn't say much. He had a plan in his mind. We wanted to let this little Japanese in front of us train pilots for him. However, it would be difficult for this plan to succeed. It wouldn't take much time to give it a try. If it succeeded, it would be a big profit!

"Kojima-kun, remember what you just said. If you run away, don't blame me for being merciless and killing you with my own hands!"