At the temporary floating bridge of the Nandu River, a group of Japanese soldiers tied their wrists were being escorted to the west bank. They hung their heads and looked defeated, and there was still the former spirit.

The top soldier Yang Gongwang held a rattan stick in his hand. Whenever he saw that any Japanese soldier was slow to move, he would just go up twice without saying a word, and even swearing in his mouth. If the company commander hadn't said he wanted to send these sluts to the back, he would have wanted to kill a few people in public to vent his anger.

"Awang, let them move faster, just like not having a meal."

"I know the company commander."

Yang Gongwang agreed, turned his head and raised his sleeves, and roared fiercely: "Gaha! Come on, hurry up! A bunch of shitty things, let me kill you again!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The rattan thrust hard on the back of a Japanese devil, and the huge force directly knocked it over to the ground. Before the latter could stand up, Yang Gongwang stepped forward and made up a few more kicks until the Japanese soldier was so angry that he begged for mercy.

Looking at this tall man who was about 1.8 meters tall, as if he was a giant, the other Japanese soldiers lowered their heads in fear and did not dare to resist at all.

Yang Gongwang snorted coldly, obviously not having enough anger. He originally belonged to the 49th Army of the Northeast Army. After the September 18th Incident, the troops were dispersed and reorganized. They traveled like a mysterious dragon and finally came to Yunnan. A few days ago, they entered the Third Regiment of the Third Division as a supplementary source of troops.

Like most people in Northeast China, Yang Gongwang also had longing for his hometown and extremely hatred for the Japanese devils. However, the successive defeats in the past made them lose almost numb, and the continuous departure of their family and comrades made them even more devastating.

He only realized that the war could be fought like this since he arrived at the Third Division. Those Japanese whom he hated could become their own prisoners one day. This would be something he would never dare to think about before.

"Hmph! These turtle scoundrels should go to hell, and you can catch them for an egg!"

"Awang, whisper, this is what the superior means, let's do it."

Yang Gongwang's constant complaints attracted the attention of the army squad leader, who came over and comforted him softly:

Gu Min

"You may not know our Jun-seok's temper yet, hehe... By then, these Japanese devils may feel uncomfortable living than dead."

The squad leader looked at these Japanese with a smile, and I have to say... The Japanese have really good military qualities, and the formation of the marching is very neat, and even if they are captured, they maintain good discipline.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..."

The Japanese soldier who was knocked down moaned in pain on the ground, and his blood almost spurted out an old blood.

"Get up quickly! Go forward, hurry up!"

Soon two soldiers came and pulled him up roughly and pushed him back into the team.

Enduring the severe pain, the Japanese soldier wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hands, thinking, his eyes full of pain and despair, and he didn't know what would be waiting for them next.

At this time, a young Japanese soldier next to him came quietly and whispered to him: "Kecun, cheer up, don't give up no matter what!"

"Rayon too?"

In the battle last night, more than 4,000 Japanese troops of the 72nd Brigade were basically wiped out. More than 650 prisoners were captured on both battlefields, most of whom were wounded soldiers who had lost their combat effectiveness, and less than 200 were able to move.

Long Weng had no intention of taking care of those wounded soldiers who could not take care of themselves. Who would be happy to use precious medicine to save these turtle grandsons? With the order, the soldiers immediately sent them with bullets to meet Aunt Amaterasu.

Liao Mingyu did not kill other Japanese prisoners this time, and after deep consideration, if he wanted to march into Malaysia in the future, perhaps this group of them should have greater use.
Chapter completed!