"Go, go, pull them out, let me see how cowardly they are!"
Dragon Boat Festival danced a ballroom dance by himself in front of the prisoners of war 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 him?
And Zhao Beishan was even more dissatisfied, because when he saw the killed prisoners of war, he first became angry. I wish I could pull those little devils up and kill them a hundred times.
But what about their group seats? But it was dancing there like a nerve. And what kind of dance is that? He could understand the ballroom dancing at the beginning. Afterwards, I trembled all over like I was praying to a god. What does that mean? Are you playing 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?"
Duan Wu 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: Could it be that I mistakenly blamed this Brother Duanwu? 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, and 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 didn't respond, and asked curiously: "Tuanzuo, didn't those people say anything to you?"
Duanwu meditated for a moment, then imitated 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. How about you cooperate with yourself?
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 angrily: "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 mercy of your enemies? Are you betting that your enemies will treat you well?
Wrong, the enemy you are facing now is a beast with no humanity. They don't even spare innocent people, so how can they spare you prisoners of war who have taken guns?
You say it! Are you stupid? "
Dragon Boat Festival roared, and everyone present was speechless.
And all the prisoners of war lowered their heads in shame. Some even burst into tears with remorse.
They originally thought that if they surrendered, the Japanese would at least not kill them. But I don't want to think that after they are captured, they will not be treated well, not even a decent cell.
One hundred or hundreds of them were tied together with ropes and imprisoned in a dark warehouse.
They had no food to eat and had to relieve themselves on the spot. Some of them were even so hungry that they ate poop.
But in the end, they never survived. Instead, they will still be 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, give them the food in the car, let them continue to embarrass themselves after they are full, and smear the faces of Chinese soldiers! "
Duanwu turned around and left. No one knows whether this grandpa is really angry or fake.
But at this time, the soldiers lost their previous sympathy and reluctantly untied the people and threw cans to them.
Xie Jinyuan went to Duanwu and said, "Brother Duanwu, although they did make mistakes, they have 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!"
The 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 leave 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!"
Duan Wu made a gesture of invitation, then changed it to a smiling face, but in his heart he said: "It's all over, 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 Duanwu.
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 Japanese's last call, he felt that this wish seemed to be difficult to realize. The little devil has discovered it.
Two hours ago, the Nanchuan brigade that encountered them had arrived at Sihang Warehouse and found that there was no one there.
The 68th Wing was not found 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 are 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. And this search led to the prisoner of war camp.
After many failed attempts to connect, the Japanese speculated 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 Haruta, the enemy is in the prisoner of war camp, and so on."
He hurriedly ran out and said: "Regiment leader, it's not good, the Japanese have discovered that we are in the prisoner of war camp. I'm afraid the Springfield Infantry Brigade will arrive at the prisoner of war camp within fifteen minutes!..."
