Chapter 0117 The roar of the prisoner of war camp!
"Go, go, pull them out, let me see what cowards they all look like!"
Dragon Boat Festival danced a ballroom dance by himself in front of the prisoners of war who were kneeling on the ground, without any intention of rescuing them.
Xie Jinyuan was a little puzzled, because at this time, shouldn't everyone save people immediately? Why didn't Tuanzuo save them?
And Zhao Beishan was even more dissatisfied, because when he saw the killed prisoners of war, he first became angry. He wished he could pull those little devils up and kill them a hundred times.
But what about their group? They were dancing there like a nerve. And what kind of dance was it? He could understand the ballroom dance at the beginning. After that, his whole body was shaking like a god. What was that? Playing a monkey?
He was about to step forward to say a few words, but Xie Jinyuan winked at him, and then ordered people to search for survivors in the warehouse.
Everyone was pulled out, and there were about 550 people in total including those from before.
At this time, they were all looking at each other, their bodies exuding a stench, and to put it bluntly, there was no difference between living and dead.
The Dragon Boat Festival is still jumping around like a madman, right in front of everyone.
Zhao Beishan couldn't stand it anymore and shouted loudly: "Tuanzuo, what are you doing?"
Duanwu glanced at Zhao Beishan, suddenly twitched, and then said in realization: "What happened to me just now?"
Zhao Beishan, Xie Jinyuan and others looked at each other and thought to themselves: Did they blame this Brother Duanwu by mistake? He was possessed by a ghost just now.
Xie Jinyuan asked with concern: "Tuanzuo, who are you?"
Duanwu shook his head frequently and said: "I just saw a lot of people. Some of them have no heads, some have no arms and legs, some have their stomachs opened..."
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Xie Jinyuan was speechless. He really believed it before, but now when he heard Tuan Zuo's words, did he understand that they were these prisoners of war who died tragically?
Zhao Beishan did not respond, and asked curiously: "Tuanzuo, didn't those people say anything to you?"
Duanwu meditated for a while, then he adopted a gloomy tone and said: "We died so stupidly!..."
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Xie Jinyuan was speechless again. He now understood that this member of the group was just acting. Then he should also cooperate, right?
Xie Jinyuan asked deliberately: "Tuan Zuo, didn't you die so miserably? How did you become so stupid?"
Duanwu suddenly raised his voice a few times and roared: "The gun in the hands of a soldier is the life of the soldier. When you hand over the weapons in your hands, you are giving up your own life. Isn't this stupid?"
Are you betting on the kindness of your enemies? Are you betting that your enemies will be kind to you?
Wrong, the enemies you are facing now are inhuman beasts. They don't even spare innocent people, so how can they spare you, prisoners of war who have taken guns?
Tell me! Are you stupid?"
The Dragon Boat Festival roared, and everyone present was speechless.
And all the prisoners of war lowered their heads in shame. Some even cried with regret.
They originally thought that if they surrendered, the Japanese would at least not kill them. But they did not expect that after they were captured, they would not be treated well, not even a decent cell.
A hundred or hundreds of them were tied together with ropes and imprisoned in a dark warehouse.
They had nothing to eat, so they had to urinate and defecate on the spot. Some of them were even so hungry that they ate their feces.
But in the end, they did not survive. Instead, they were still brutally killed amidst the ridicule of their enemies.
They are really stupid.
"For the sake of being Chinese, I will save you once. Otherwise, I will take off Matsui Iwane's head tonight. You owe me this."
Zhao Beishan, share the food in the car with them, let them continue to embarrass themselves after they are full, and smear the faces of Chinese soldiers!"
Duanwu left with a stern face. No one knew whether the grandfather was really angry or fake.
However, at this time, the soldiers lost their previous sympathy and reluctantly untied the people and threw canned food to them.
Xie Jinyuan went to Duanwu and said, "Brother Duanwu, although they did make mistakes, they have already learned their lesson. I think let it go?"
"Forget it? Why forget it? Who can compensate me for a dead Matsui Iwane?"
Duanwu asked back, and Xie Jinyuan smiled helplessly.
However, at this moment, a soldier came to report: "Reporting to the regimental seat, the radio station of the kid in the room is ringing."
"Lao Fang, Lao Fang!"
Reporter called Fang during the Dragon Boat Festival.
"Coming, coming." Reporter Fang came running from a distance.
The Dragon Boat Festival lit reporter Fang and said: "As a translator, you are very unqualified. Remember from now on, you are not allowed to come within five steps of me."
Reporter Fang laughed angrily and said, "I went to the toilet."
"You can't go within five steps of me when you go to the toilet. Go listen to what the little devil is saying and then report it to me."
Dragon Boat Festival scolded, pointing to the radio station in the house.
Reporter Fang said helplessly: "It's really hard to make money with these five gold bars of yours. We have agreed to send you out and my mission will be completed."
"It's done, it's done, go ahead!"
Duanwu made a gesture of invitation, and then changed it to a smiling face, but in his heart he said: "It's okay, you haven't taught me Japanese yet. Once you have, I will let you go."
Of course, Reporter Fang didn't know what Duanwu was thinking. He felt that sooner or later he would be driven crazy by the unstable leader of the Duanwu group.
But thinking about those five gold bars, I might as well forget it.
These five gold bars are enough for him to go to any country without war and live happily for a while.
However, when he heard the devil's last call, he felt that this wish seemed to be difficult to realize. The little devil had already discovered it.
Two hours ago, the Nanchuan brigade that they encountered had arrived at the Sihang Warehouse and found that there was no one there.
The 68th Wing did not find it either. All they saw were the wreckage of the Kitano Tank Squadron and a large number of destroyed weapons and ammunition.
They knew they had been fooled. The convoy they had just passed by was not the Kitano Squadron of the 68th Wing at all. They were enemies.
They quickly reported this information to Commander Matsui Iwane.
Old Japanese Matsui immediately ordered an investigation to find enemies who had disguised themselves as the imperial army. This search led to the discovery of a prisoner of war camp.
After many failed attempts to connect, the Japanese guessed that the prisoner of war camp had been occupied by the enemy.
Reporter Fang clearly heard in the headset that the little Japanese was saying: "Please report to Lieutenant Colonel Springfield that the enemy is in the prisoner of war camp, etc."
He hurriedly ran out and said: "Regiment, it's not good, the Japanese have discovered that we are in the prisoner of war camp. I'm afraid that within fifteen minutes, the Springfield Infantry Brigade will arrive at the prisoner of war camp!..."