The guards in the prison looked at Zhao Zhiguo expectantly, hoping that Zhao Zhiguo would agree to take them to see the little devil.

"It's not that I don't want to take you there. If you leave and the prisoners in the prison escape, you will lose your heads." Zhao Zhiguo said, "How about I bring the little devil's prisoners here? I will keep them in your prison.

Little devils, these little devils can't escape, so I can take this opportunity to give my soldiers a day off."

"Sir Zhao, you are so kind. If you come back again in the future, the door of our prison will be open to you at any time." A guard did not expect that Zhao Zhiguo would agree.

"Can you speak? Do you expect Chief Zhao to be arrested again?" Another guard scolded.

"Sir Zhao, I'm sorry...that's not what I meant, I just..."

The guard apologized quickly, but didn't know what to say.

"I understand what you mean. You should seize the time to prepare and free up the cells. I will immediately issue an order for them to transfer the Japanese prisoners of war to the cells."

In fact, Zhao Zhiguo had his own ideas in making this arrangement. Didn't Yan Laoxi want to see these Japanese prisoners of war? Then let Yan Laoxi go to the cell and take a look. Moreover, Zhao Zhiguo also lived in the cell. Seeing the miserable scene in the cell, it was more...

Zhao Zhiguo said ten thousand words are effective.

The guards of the prison heard what Zhao Zhiguo meant and quickly made preparations. This was a big event. This prison had imprisoned gangsters who committed murder without blinking an eye, and had imprisoned high-ranking officials, but it had never imprisoned invaders.

If the little devil is detained here for a day, it will add glory to the work of the prison.

Zhao Zhiguo saw his subordinates at the prison gate. He recognized the soldier at a glance as he had escaped from the Great Wall with them.

"All lost weight!"

Zhao Zhiguo felt sorry for his soldiers. Although the soldiers would not be like Chief of Staff Qian, their excessive weight loss proved that the soldiers of the special operations team had indeed suffered a lot in this battle.

"Battal Commander, we won the battle, happy!"

"After I go back, I have to improve your food standards. If I let you continue to lose weight, I will be irresponsible."

Even among the direct troops of the Jinsui Army, there are only two meals a day, but some are sufficient and some are small. Just like some troops have two meals of dry rice, and some troops have one meal of porridge.

Many Chinese soldiers have yellow faces and thin muscles, and their physical fitness cannot be improved naturally. This will be directly reflected in their combat effectiveness when they arrive on the battlefield.

Although Zhao Zhiguo has raised the food standard for special force soldiers to three meals a day, two dry meals and one thin meal, the special force soldiers have heavy training and high combat intensity, so the food standard set by the army is to make the soldiers hungry.

Fight on your stomach.

Of course, Zhao Zhiguo also had a way, and the eighty Japanese soldiers he captured were the most valuable things.

"When you get back, tell your captain and ask him to escort the Japanese prisoners of war to the prison."

Seventy Japanese prisoners were imprisoned in groups of three or five one after another. The prison guards were all curious and wanted to see what the little devils looked like.

However, after looking at the prisoners, they were also a little disappointed. The little devils were not as ferocious as the rumors described, but they were all shorter and stronger.

"It seems that the little devil has nothing to be afraid of," a guard said.

"For such a short guy, I can fight three of them."

Looking at the Japanese soldiers who were all a head shorter than themselves, the guards thought that the little Japanese soldiers were simply vulnerable. If they encountered these dwarfs on the battlefield, they could easily take their lives.

"You underestimate them, look at the calluses on their hands." After counting the number of people, Dianhou put the last batch of Japanese prisoners into the cell and heard the two guards talking.

"So what?" a guard asked.

"Most of our soldiers were farmers before they joined the army. They resisted hoes more than they carried guns. The calluses on their hands are from working hard, while the calluses on the little devil's tiger's mouth are from shooting and practice."

The individual combat effectiveness of the Japanese soldiers during this period was very strong. Almost all the little devils had received three years of military training before joining the army. The Japanese soldiers at this stage were among the best in the world in terms of shooting and fighting skills. Of course, this may also be related to

It is related to the fact that other countries have more advanced weapons development.

"Are you trying to scare us?"

"If you don't believe it, you can release one of them and compete with them. I can also tell you that in order to torture them, we only let them eat one meal a day recently." Dianhou said to the guard.

These little devils were tortured both mentally and physically by Zhao Zhiguo's soldiers. Even so, Dianhou still did not dare to underestimate these little devils.

The two guards looked at each other and said nothing.

Dianhou neither laughed at them nor continued to educate them. Nowadays, almost everyone in China becomes pale when talking about the Japanese army. Even before he sees the little Japanese, he feels fear in his heart.

Therefore, Dianhou did not want them to be arrogant, nor did he want them to be afraid when they saw the Japanese army.

The cell where Zhao Zhiguo is located is becoming more and more comfortable. It is much more comfortable here than at his headquarters in the underground fortification. It is very humid in the underground fortification. Zhao Zhiguo's bedding feels like it is about to grow hairy. At least the bedding here is dry.

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"Captain, why are you in prison?" Dianhou thought the order conveyed by Lu Ziming's communications troops was true, so he called the commander directly.

"Captain? Who do you call captain?" Zhao Zhiguo looked back at Lu Zheng, thinking that Lu was the commander.

"Captain, it's not an order from the division headquarters. Are you the commander?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I am still the battalion commander. This matter is a long story. I will explain it later when I have time." Zhao Zhiguo said.

"Then you can't live in prison. Didn't the division headquarters arrange a place for you? Just don't give you a promotion and don't give you a place to live. They are too irresponsible."

"Isn't it good here?" Zhao Zhiguo asked, "I think it's pretty good here. It's much better than the headquarters you cleaned up for me."

"It would be unlucky for someone who is celebrating the Chinese New Year to be in prison."

"What's so unlucky? The only place where people are popular during this Chinese New Year is the prison. Go and see if there's anyone else there."

Not to mention, I am afraid that apart from the military camp, there are probably the most people in the prison at this time.

"Yao Pengju, pass the order and give the brothers a day off. Except for illegal and disciplinary matters, they can do whatever they want on this day. But at this time tomorrow, they must all return to the team. If anyone dares to be a second late, it is still the same old method.

, all shall be punished.”

Lu Zheng's eyes were shining as he watched Zhao Zhiguo give orders majestically.
Chapter completed!