War seems to be a fate and shackles that mankind can never get rid of, even in peaceful times.

Maybe peace is just a brief pause in war!

Lying on the bluestone under the big locust tree, mottled light and shadow alternated on Zhao Zhiguo's face.

The wars in the past few years have made Zhao Zhiguo grow a lot, and also made his face look older.

He liked the brief peace in the afternoon very much, and cherished the time without fighting even more.

"It would be great if life could continue like this!"

Tian Kezhi was lying on another large bluestone, with his body arranged in an arrogant "big" shape.

The breeze blew by, blowing the dry air, creating waves of heat, and the leaves rustled.

Zhao Zhiguo glanced at his watch: "We still have fifteen minutes of rest time."

The troops' afternoon training will begin soon.

"Sometimes I really want to escape into those deep mountains."

Tian Kezhi suddenly sat up and looked at the endless mountains in the distance.

It seems that if they plunge there, they can hide in peace for the rest of their lives.

"We are not ostriches, and our nation cannot be ostriches. When danger comes, we stick our heads in the sand and expose our buttocks, thinking that the world is in good hands!"

Why didn't Tian Kezhi understand this truth? They had won one victory after another on the battlefield, but China had lost one piece of territory after another.

"We still have thirteen minutes, can't you make me think about these troublesome things? I didn't pull you out to make you trouble me."

Zhao Zhiguo had a rare moment of pleasure.

In the past few years, this was one of the few uninterrupted times he had, and he didn't want to let those heavy thoughts ruin the rare peace in his heart.

Tian Kezhi looked at the mountains in the distance and gave a bitter smile! He didn't want to let himself quiet down. Once he calmed down, he thought about the home in the distance that he didn't know whether it still existed.

"How's the letter you wrote going?"

The mountains are high and the roads are far away, and the contact letters sent by Tian Kezhi to his hometown are like falling into the sea.

"No news, no reply from my parents!"

Tian Kezhi's family members, whom he missed so much, also lost contact.

"Maybe it's a good thing that we haven't contacted each other," Zhao Zhiguo said.

Tian Kezhi glanced at Zhao Zhiguo, and of course he understood what Zhao Zhiguo meant.

His parents were in enemy-occupied territory. Once the Japanese army found out that Tian Kezhi was from the Eighth Route Army and was the chief of staff around Zhao Zhiguo, they immediately used his parents to blackmail Tian Kezhi.

On the contrary, not contacting him would make Tian Kezhi's family safer.

"Humans understand all principles, but they always want to risk their lives for one thing and are unreasonable."

Tian Kezhi continued to smile bitterly, he seemed to be a man of contradictions.

He knew there would be disadvantages in contacting his family, but he still had hope.

"If we win this war, we can all see the people we want to see!"

In fact, they all know that many people will never have the chance to see the people they want to see.

The bugle sounded, and Zhao Zhiguo heard the rushing footsteps in each barracks. He knew that his peaceful noon was about to end.

"Report to the regiment commander, the political commissar wants you to return to the regiment headquarters!" the signal corpsman ordered.

Inside the regiment headquarters, Matthew Wen was holding a letter in his hand: "Look, Gao Cang just sent someone to deliver it. It was written by a kid."

"You kid wants to exchange prisoners of war with us?"

Zhao Zhiguo quickly read through the letter.

"We put Kawazuki Chi back, and he must have reported what happened in the mine." Tian Kezhi said.

The little devils do the most dangerous work in the mine, and they don't have enough to eat all day long. It is the best weight loss training camp. When they enter the mine, the average weight of the little devil soldiers is about 125 kilograms.

By now I'm afraid it's not even ninety kilograms.

If this goes on for a while, the first batch of little devils will definitely appear and die due to malnutrition.

After Masao Murano learned of the situation, he naturally would not let the soldiers of their empire die in the hands of Zhao Zhiguo.

That's why I wrote a letter hoping to exchange prisoners of war with Zhao Zhiguo.

"Old Zhao, what do you think?"

"I'll go to the mine first and see how the little devil is doing before I make a decision!"

In the mine, the captured Japanese soldiers were obedient. Under the management of the mine soldiers, these little devils became a lot more polite.

When meeting Chinese people, regardless of their official position, whether in the military or civilians, they will bow deeply and say hello.

With the arrival of Zhao Zhiguo, the captured Japanese soldiers were quickly gathered.

After months of training in the mine, these little devils became so weak that it seemed as if Zhao Zhiguo could knock them down with a gust of wind as he walked by them.

Zhao Zhiguo stood next to a captured Japanese soldier. The only clothes he wore were his underpants, which could still leave him with the last trace of dignity.

His ribs were clearly visible under the military uniform that could not block his body, and his stomach was even more deflated than his ribs.

"Want to leave here and go home?" Zhao Zhiguo asked with a smile.

"No...I don't want to...it was you who gave me rebirth. I am willing to atone for my sins here and work as a cow or a horse. I am forever grateful to the Chinese people for giving me the opportunity to atone my sins. I am willing to use my last life to be a slave here for the rest of my life."

I serve the Chinese people and regard them as my biological parents."

In the mine, Zhao Zhiguo gave the Japanese soldiers a brainwashing class. They had to collectively confess to the Chinese people every day before getting up and going to bed, otherwise they would not be able to get food for the next day.

One bite of food here can make a group of little devils perform a gang fight.

Zhao Zhiguo smiled, he did not believe a word of the little Japanese soldier.

"You, follow the order and turn right!"

Zhao Zhiguo shouted to the little devil in front of him.

The little devil immediately turned to the right and faced one of his former companions.

"Punch the person in front of you." Zhao Zhiguo continued to order.

The captured soldier slowly clenched his fist. Although his hands were shaking, he did not hesitate at all and knocked down the Japanese prisoner opposite him with one punch.

"Not bad!" Zhao Zhiguo showed a smile.

He didn't care whether the Japs truly surrendered to them in their hearts, as long as the Japs' prisoners surrendered to them in action, it was enough.

"Medic, check their bodies!"

It was impossible for Zhao Zhiguo to exchange all the prisoners.

With so many prisoners of war, some must be unable to continue working at such a high intensity.

It's better to squeeze out the last bit of their value and exchange some supplies with Murano Masao.

Zhao Zhiguo is a typical Zhou Bapi when it comes to little devils, and he can exploit them better than capitalists.

In the end, Zhao Zhiguo selected ten little devils. These ten little devils were so hungry that they were no longer human-like and had many scars on their bodies.

"Do you want to go back? I plan to take you back?"
Chapter completed!