Yamamoto Kazuki, who was bent on proving his special operations skills, is now busy with another thing - restoring the special agent system.
Yes, to put it simply, it is to replenish the special forces with soldiers.
There was no way. In the battle of Yangcun, Yamamoto's special agent team suffered too many casualties. The original organization was directly crippled. Yamamoto's heart was bleeding. The members of the elite special agent team that he had worked hard to establish and train directly lost forty. Six people, including even the ace sniper Shadow.
Fortunately, Yamamoto Kazuki worked hard to replenish the reserve troops of the special agent team.
Of course, he has also considered the attrition of the special forces.
Therefore, after the official members of the special agent team were trained, the reserve soldiers were not idle either. They continued to conduct military training to meet the standards required by the special agent team.
In order to meet this standard, the reserve soldiers even directly used some captured and strong live prisoners of war from the national army for combat training.
Somewhere in the col of Niutoushan, it was one of the places where the reservists of Yamamoto's special agent team used live prisoners of war for combat training. There was a hidden prisoner-of-war camp built by the Japanese specifically to provide prisoners of war for training for Yamamoto's special agent team.
The architectural structure of this prisoner-of-war camp is simple. It is a large courtyard surrounded by high walls. However, at the four corners of the rectangular courtyard, there are watchtowers built by the Japanese. On the watchtowers, there are Japanese soldiers with machine guns installed, ready to provide High-altitude fire strikes were used to ensure that prisoners of war in prisoner-of-war camps would not riot.
In addition, the exits of the prisoner-of-war camp compound were always guarded by heavily armed Japanese sentries.
The entire prisoner of war camp was heavily guarded.
At this moment, a group of people with different attire, unkempt hair, and disheveled faces gathered in the prisoner-of-war camp compound. Judging from their general clothing, they seemed to be soldiers of the national army.
There are thirty-three of them in total, and it can be seen that their faces are full of confusion about the sudden appearance here, and they don't understand what these little devils are going to do.
The crowd was noisy. The soldiers raised their heads and looked around. What they saw was the Japanese machine guns.
The Japs on guard next to them pointed their guns at these soldiers, each of them with cold eyes and silence like a piece of wood.
There were murmurs in the crowd, and the soldiers were speculating on the Japanese's intention of suddenly bringing them here.
A voice said, "Monk, why do you think this stupid little devil suddenly transferred us from the mine?"
The person being questioned was a young man with a very strong body, over 1.8 meters tall. Among these soldiers, he was considered to be outstanding in height.
The most impressive thing is the thick eyebrows and big eyes embedded in the square face of this young man, as well as the unyielding and unyielding expression that comes from frowning. This is in line with the expressions that appear on the faces of the surrounding soldiers. Numbness is very different from despair.
This man's name is Wei Dayong, who is not yet 18 years old this year. It is said that he is from Dengfeng, Henan. He has been a monk in Shaolin Temple for ten years and has developed good martial arts. However, young people are very fierce and brave, because they often fight with their martial arts. He broke the rules and was later kicked out of the Shaolin Temple by the abbot and joined his brother who was a company commander in the Central Army.
Relying on his martial arts skills, bravery in combat, and unafraid of death, Wei Dayong was quickly promoted to sergeant squad leader of the 27th National Army Division.
As a result, the Chinese army was defeated at the Battle of Xinkou, and Wei Dayong was captured because of his injuries.
To this day, Wei Dayong has been in the Japanese concentration camp for almost three years.
Many prisoners were taken into the Japanese concentration camp, including those from the Central Army and some from the local army.
During the period of being captured, Japanese soldiers often came to the concentration camp to persuade the prisoners to surrender, saying that as long as they were willing to join the Imperial Army and be loyal to the Emperor of Japan, they could leave the concentration camp and live a life of food and clothing.
The national soldiers who were captured together with Wei Wei Dayong initially scorned the Japanese's persuasion to surrender, but as they suffered and tortured in the concentration camp, some of them soon swayed.
The number of national army soldiers around Wei Dayong decreased day by day.
Naturally, he defected to the Japanese and became a puppet soldier.
A companion who was ready to surrender to the Japanese and become a puppet army advised Wei Dayong.
"Monk, there is no hope. Don't hold on. If you continue to carry it, you will have to stay in this dark concentration camp until you die. Why not surrender to the Japanese? At least there is a way to survive."
As a result, Wei Dayong cursed: "I am a member of the Central Army, how can I not have the backbone? It is better to let me die than to be a traitor."
Because of this heroic adverb, Wei Dayong also became a prisoner and a "flag" of the Central Army. Many soldiers of the Central Army originally hesitated, but because of Wei Dayong's pride and determination, they followed him. He persisted and did not choose to surrender.
Naturally, the little Japanese would not make things easier for these prisoners of war who insisted on not surrendering.
Let’s not talk about the poor quality of black beans and bran. I only eat one meal a day, and sometimes I can’t even eat one meal. I have to be whipped by the Japanese with whips and driven to mine, carrying all kinds of clothes. After being tortured for a whole day with bloody stains, he would be stuffed into this narrow and dirty concentration camp cell at night.
The torture was repeated day after day.
As time went by, the number of companions who were captured but still persisted with Wei Dayong became fewer and fewer. In the end, only two people remained.
The person talking to Wei Dayong in front of him was one of them. His real name seemed to be Liu Dan or something. Wei Dayong couldn't remember clearly. He only knew that this guy seemed to be the deputy platoon leader of the National Army's artillery company. It was said that his artillery skills were top-notch, and he used his own In other words, he also shot the German-made 150mm heavy howitzer, which is a sacred weapon of the country, and he talks about it all day long.
Wei Dayong simply gave him a nickname, "Howitzer".
There was also a man named Dong San, who seemed to be a soldier from a supply camp of the national army.
Because they had similar aspirations and were very courageous, they persisted in the concentration camp for nearly three years and never chose to surrender. The three of them got together and became good friends in the prisoner of war camp.
Back in front of him, after the howitzer asked, the monk curled his lips and replied: "Who knows, I don't understand the thoughts of the beast?"
"Maybe they should gather us together and shoot us!" the howitzer said, with a bit of regret in his words, "What a damn pity, I haven't played with a real heavy howitzer yet!"
Dong San, who was standing next to him, came over with his old face. If he wanted to persevere in the concentration camp, it would be impossible without an optimistic attitude. He grinned and said, "Howitzer, didn't you say you have shot it?"
A pun.
The howitzer smiled bitterly and said: "I'm just kidding you, do you believe it? The heavy howitzer is an important national weapon. Only the soldiers of the heavy artillery regiment have the opportunity to touch it. How can I get it?"
"I bet you were bragging before?"
"People are going to die, why are you bragging?"
"No, you crow's mouth, don't let your words get it right, the Japanese really gathered us here and shot us!"
The monk glared at the two of them, "You two cowards, what are you doing, are you scared?"
The howitzer scolded: "The scar on my head is no bigger than a bowl. If you are afraid, you should have been afraid three years ago. Monk, you should be more polite. I am the platoon leader and second lieutenant. Do you know that? This is an officer. How can he look like that?" You boy, you are a soldier."
