Chapter 3083 A mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood

The bloody battle was over, and the result was, of course, the unsurprising defeat of the Japanese army.

A total of 3 Kwantung Army divisions of 100 lines gathered all their forces, equipped with carefully constructed field defense positions and semi-permanent fortifications.

The final result was that Kulbalov used one division, coupled with army-level artillery support and aviation support dispatch from the front army, to completely defeat him in just one day.

Except for a small number of the more than 50,000 Japanese troops who were captured, none of the remaining organized troops escaped, and all of them became dead souls and mutilated limbs under the leadership of the army.

This was an astonishing achievement, especially for Chen Weiguo, who had witnessed the powerful combat power of the leader's army for the first time.

Although he could have expected that the leader's army would be stronger than he imagined, the final result still shocked Chen Weiguo.

More than 50,000 Japanese troops were killed in just one day, leaving heads and corpses everywhere.

Although he was not a combatant incorporated into the leadership army, he came to the leadership army as a communication and cooperation representative of the Anti-Japanese Alliance.

But Chen Weiguo, who was deeply shocked, still applied to visit the ruins of the battlefield where fighting continued all day in the afterglow after the war.

The results are certainly stunning.

There were so many layers of Japanese corpses that it was not enough to bury them manually, even if all the few prisoners were used.

It was June in the Northeast, which was the scorching summer season. Tens of thousands of Japanese corpses were just left in the wild. The outbreak of a very large-scale plague could be said to be a high probability event.

The leader army who wasted no time in cleaning up the corpses directly used their magic weapon - an IS7 heavy tank equipped with a mine-sweeping shovel kit.

The Japanese corpses piled into a hill were like a large number of dead pigs, and were pushed directly into the burial pit by the huge IS7 carrying a minesweeper shovel.

All the Japanese prisoners were driven to dig corpse pits, including those Japanese civilians who were arrested and taken into custody by the leader's army in areas that had been liberated by the leader's army.

It is actually inappropriate to say that these people are civilians. This group of people is purely a colonial group in nature.

They came to the Northeast with the Japanese army. With the support of the Japanese army, they violently squeezed the local people in the Northeast and plundered land, food, money, and everything that could be plundered.

In the end, he has to reincarnate as a landlord and turn the local people who have been robbed into nothing into his slaves.

They went to farm the plundered land to produce profits for these colonists who ate human blood steamed buns, but they could only get a meager amount of food to survive, which was like livestock.

The vast majority of them are family members of Japanese soldiers, and some even have three sons in the family who are Japanese soldiers. They were not captured but took the initiative to join, and even their families came to the Northeast to commit evil, plunder and bully others.

For such scum and scum, they are the same as the Japanese army. They are not worthy of being called civilian colonists with human blood.

The measures Malashenko took were very direct - he would arrest all the Japanese prisoners of war equally, hold the guilty accountable, jail those who deserved, and shoot those who deserved to be shot. None of them would be able to escape trial and atonement in the future.

But right now, these guys have another use.

There was a shortage of manpower to dispose of corpses on the battlefield. More than 3,000 male Japanese colonists were escorted by the leader's army to the ruins of the battlefield.

There is only one job - to dig holes to bury people and bury the Japanese soldiers who were killed.

Let the Japanese bury the Japanese, Malashenko thinks this is a good thing.

The corpses of those filthy and despicable militaristic fanatics are not worthy of being buried by the leading army and the oppressed and mutilated people.

"My eyes have been opened, Weiguo. Look at this place. There are as many corpses of little devils as grasshoppers suddenly died when the weather cooled down."

"When I was young, my father and I went to the fields to collect grasshopper carcasses. At that time, the grasshopper carcasses were piled on top of each other, almost as high as the soles of our feet. Looking at today's formation, it is almost like replacing the grasshoppers I saw back then. "Little devil."

"I never dreamed that the Russians would be so powerful. Almost all of the more than 50,000 Japanese soldiers died in one day. If this continues, I don't think it will even take half a month. The entire Kwantung Army will be finished."

Chen Weiguo was not the only one who came to wander around the ruins of the battlefield. Old Wei, who had met with Chen Weiguo earlier, also came together.

Compared with Chen Weiguo, who has lived in the Soviet Union all year round and knows the Red Army, and has a certain understanding of the powerful combat power of the leader's army. After seeing this scene, he was shocked to the point of shock, but he can still maintain his composure.

Lao Wei's state here is completely out of control.

I never expected that the Japanese soldiers who were accustomed to being rampant would be killed like this. Such an efficient killing efficiency was something I had never dreamed of.

"Look at the corpses of these Japanese. Few of them were killed by bullets. Most of them have missing arms and legs and their bodies are incomplete. Some even have only half a body."

"These were all killed by aircraft, artillery and tanks. The Japanese have always relied on bragging about their good marksmanship, but what is the use of their good marksmanship now? The Red Army has more artillery shells and bombs than they can shoot, several times or even ten times more. Several times more, these devils probably never dreamed that they would end up like this."

Chen Weiguo, who was walking past a pile of Japanese corpses, spoke to Old Wei who was walking with him. He looked at the ground under the pile of corpses that had absorbed the blood until it was saturated. The blood that could no longer penetrate into the ground formed one after another of different sizes on the ground. Pool of blood.

The blood pools in some depressions were so full that the Japanese corpses at the bottom were submerged and buried, and only half of the body could be seen still exposed outside the blood pool.

It was under such circumstances that the ruthless and huge steel war machines—IS7 heavy tanks one after another.

Still turning a blind eye to this, he drove forward with his minesweeper shovel directly cutting into the ground, ran over the blood pool, and pushed the mountain of Japanese corpses directly into the deep pit.

The commander, who leaned half out of the turret to direct the driver's advance, also reminded Chen Weiguo and Lao Wei to give way carefully.

"Be careful, don't get too close. The ground is full of blood and is slippery. There is blood and mud everywhere. Be careful if the tracks spin around and get splashed all over you."

"Thank you, got it."

Chen Weiguo, who thanked the car captain for the "kind reminder" in Russian and waved his hand in greeting, was about to say something when he heard a sudden shouting coming from the digging site.

"Masao! Son, my son! Son!!!"

An old Japanese man who was driven to work found the body of his son who was a Japanese soldier in the pile of corpses. He didn't expect such a low-probability event to happen here.

When Chen Weiguo walked to the edge of the pit, he saw at a glance that the old man at the bottom of the pit was holding the upper body of a Japanese second lieutenant and crying and screaming.

As for where the lower half of his body went, I'm afraid only the artillery shells and bombs of the Red Army know.

"Damn Russian pig! Baghya Road! I will fight with you!!!"

I saw the old Japanese man holding the half-cut body in his arms suddenly stood up, grabbed the metal rod used to dig the pit, and burst into madness that was unbelievable for his age. He screamed strangely and pointed the gun at the edge of the pit. The Red Army soldiers who oversaw the work came straight towards them.

Da da da da da——

Without any warning, the Red Army soldier knew what the old Japanese man wanted to do by looking at his posture. Without saying a word, he raised the AK in his hand and fired five consecutive bursts in fully automatic mode.

"Well--"

The old man, whose chest burst out with a ball of blood, was startled on the spot, and immediately lost all strength and fell backward.

With resentment and unwillingness, he fell directly back into the pit to keep company with his second lieutenant son who had died long ago.

Immediately afterwards, the Red Army translator sternly spoke a warning again.

"Don't have any dangerous thoughts, intentions, or actions, and don't let the Red Army make bad judgments! The only thing you can do is work hard, otherwise the number of corpses in this pit will continue to increase!"