Gouzi stayed here on the pretext of reminiscing with Miyazaki's father, and he found an opportunity to exchange underwear with me. Now was not the time to talk about hygiene, so there was nothing to worry about. He learned how to cover his balls with a piece of rag.

After the egg, I returned to the barracks dormitory again, which was converted into a classroom. The huge classroom had six neatly placed beds. The dormitory I stayed in was quite special. Apart from me, there were only two Japanese.

Counting that there were only three of us, I picked a place against the wall to put on my clothes and lay down. This was how I stayed on my first night in the Demon Cave.

Early the next morning, I said goodbye to Gouzi and looked at the door that was gradually closing. A gloomy and depressing feeling rolled in from behind me.

"Bang!" A strong arm patted my shoulder, "Yamamoto, now is not the time to be dazed. Although we are not on the front line, our work is equally important. Come on!" This guy is not short, almost as tall as

I was pretty much the same, with a slender face, black-framed eyes, and teeth as big as rice grains exposed when I opened my mouth, and a smell of yellow came out from between the teeth.

"Hi!" I lowered my head to complete the courtesy and at the same time retreated from the "poison gas" attack.

"Let's go, let's go pick up the wood!" This guy looked excited, and his broom-like eyebrows were raised involuntarily, making people even more disgusted.

"Hi!"

I followed this guy and the other two Japs across the playground and walked towards a small building. The small building had four floors in total. It still looked solid despite the damage from the artillery fire, but this solidity turned into a magical cave where the Chinese were imprisoned. If the bricks and tiles were there,

Souls, I think they would rather be broken into pieces than carry out the current mission.

The first three floors of the small building are empty. My heart trembles with every step I take. What am I going to do? I understand what Caimu means. The sound of our footsteps echoes in the empty corridor, "Boom...

Boom...boom!" The sound of each step gave me a headache. Can I suppress my conscience? Can I personally send my compatriots to the laboratory where they will never return?

"Woooooooo!" As soon as I stepped onto the fourth floor of the small building, I heard a faint cry. At first, there was only one woman crying, and gradually the crying spread like a virus!

"Shut up, you guys!" This guy's voice was without a trace of pity. He looked at the Chinese people imprisoned in the iron gate like he was looking at a pile of lifeless chairs and benches. I once saw

This guy cares a lot about the wolves and dogs in the yard, but he is so cold-blooded towards every living person.

At this moment, I really hope that I can't understand Chinese, and I would even like to become deaf.

"You, come out!" The leading Japs pointed at a seven or eight-year-old child. The child was very thin, and his big eyes made him look even more pitiful. When he saw that the Japs were pointing at him, the boy's whole body trembled involuntarily.

I actually became incontinent of urine.

"Quack! Quack! Quack!" A Japanese man next to him laughed like a duck whose neck was stepped on.

My brain was still awake, but the anger in my heart surged up as if it had encountered an accelerant, and I suppressed the constant rise and fall of my chest to prevent myself from appearing too excited.

"Douzi, come on, come on, come to the uncle!" An old man with gray hair and unkempt face stood up slowly, holding on to the wall behind him, and held the trembling child in his arms. Because he was so thin, the old man looked at him

He looks a little sickly, but his eyes show strength.

When the old man and I looked at each other, the old man patted his chest and said, "You bitch, let me go, I'll take this kid's place! You beast!" He deliberately cursed, as if he wanted to use such language to anger him.

Us, let us choose him!

"What is he talking about?" asked a Japanese man next to me.

I looked at this Japs and wondered if I should help this old man. I should save them. Even if I die with a few Japs, I have fulfilled my duty as a soldier and a Chinese. But now I

To protect myself, "I want to destroy this place, I want to steal information, and I want to save the whole of China!" I thought silently in my heart, and I wanted to find a strong reason to resist the condemnation of conscience.

"He's calling us beasts!" I said through gritted teeth, tears already dripping into my heart. I knew that these words were almost equivalent to killing the old man. Thinking of this, my heart pounded hard.

He quickly looked away from the old man.

"Asshole, take this old guy away!"

"Hi!"

"Uncle!" The child shouted in a low voice.

"Douzi, remember, we are all men and we pee standing up!" The old man turned his head and smiled at Douzi and made a peeing gesture at the same time. Douzi nodded to the old man with tears in his eyes.

When he turned around, he glanced at me from the corner of his eye. What I read in his eyes was not fear or resentment, but contempt!

Pressing the old man down, we walked through the playground. I knew that I was sending him to a hell where life would be worse than death. I didn't know what was waiting for him, but fear swept over me, as if I was the one being escorted.

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"Identification!" said the guard of the laboratory building.

"Hi!" The leading Japanese soldier showed his ID.

At the entrance, we changed into protective clothing, and then escorted the old man into the laboratory. His face was hidden behind the biochemical suit, which made me feel inexplicably much better, as if I had found a fig leaf to prevent my shamelessness from being exposed.

Yu Tianxia. "I hope I will not be written into history, otherwise I will be the most shameful Chinese." Walking in the corridor, I thought randomly.

"Professor, we brought people here!"

"Okay, Yamamoto, you can come in too. This is a baptism of the soul. Every soldier of the 1644th Army has to go through this process!" You can't see his expression, but you can tell by his tone that this old man is

Guy's blood must be boiling right now.

I wanted to shirk, but I couldn't find a reason for a while. In desperation, I and another Japanese soldier pressed the old man in and walked in.

"Take off your hats, this is not a bacteria or poisonous gas experiment!" As the professor spoke, he took off the protection first. After we also took off the protection, Miyazaki's father said: "Yamamoto-kun, tell me, what is this?"

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Looking at the direction of his finger, I said without hesitation: "An old man!"

As soon as the words came out, I saw his slap flying towards my cheek. Gouzi told me that this kind of slap must not be avoided. No Japanese would avoid this kind of slap, but the speed of this old guy is really a bit too fast.

Slowly, it actually gave me time to think. "Pa!" There was a burning sensation on my face.

"Look clearly, what is it?"

I gritted my teeth and forced myself to say: "A Chinese!"

"Pah!" This time it was obviously faster.

"Look again, what is it?"

"Yes..." I really don't know what answer this old monster wants, so I can only delay the interrogation as much as possible.

"See clearly, this is not a person, it's a piece of wood. Remember, it's just a piece of wood!" Miyazaki Ruoyi's father said step by step, his flat nose almost touching my face, as if this would make him happy.

I believe what he said is generally true.

"Hi!" I lowered my head so hard that I almost hit his face.

He stared closely into my eyes, maybe because I had a guilty conscience, and he looked a little embarrassed. After a few seconds, this guy said: "Yes, Yamamoto-kun, I don't see panic in your eyes. You are."

A true warrior of the Empire!"

"Professor is ridiculous!" I lowered my head and responded. When I raised my eyes, several Japanese soldiers in white clothes had already begun to move. I knew that the old man's life was about to come to an end, and at this moment, my conscience also
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