My Head of the Huaxia Expeditionary Force

But Onozuka Ren couldn't understand Chinese dialect. His head was drooped and his body was shaking with fear. He was so nervous that he couldn't speak. He didn't know what the other party was going to do to him.

"Squad leader, how can this bitch understand anything? I think I can give him a peanut..."

Sihu threw Onozuka to the ground and clapped his hands in disgust, feeling as if this disgusting devil had soiled his hands.

Seeing this situation, Qiu Lin frowned. There was nothing he could do because of the language barrier, and none of them could speak Japanese.

"Not to mention, the two Japs on the ground might have been killed by him..."

"This guy even eats his own compatriots. He's worse than an animal. He can even kill him. It's disgusting to look at!"

"I'm hungry. I don't have anything to eat..."

"Bah! Deserving it!"

"Tie him up and hang him on a tree and let him dry for a few days. It's too cheap to kill him with one shot!"

……

The surrounding soldiers were discussing a lot. Most of them thought it would be better to kill the Japs directly. If they behaved inappropriately like this, they would have to be dealt with like animals.

Qiu Lin didn't speak. He didn't know why. The moment he saw the other party eating human flesh, he suddenly felt a strong sense of resistance, not only against this behavior, but more against this war.

He was willing to kill but nod his head, not because he pitied the Japanese soldier, but because he had seen too much killing along the way.

His hands were also stained with blood, and he treated the Japanese red-bloodedly, so that in the end he felt numb and tired.

The horror of war is not only the cruel and bloody battlefield, but also its terrifying ability to subtly change a normal person.

It can turn an ordinary person who might otherwise be well-informed and sensible into a beast as inhumane as a beast, and it can also turn a weak coward into a bloodthirsty lunatic.

And I...haven't I suffered a lot from it...

Qiu Lin let out a breath and slowly ordered: "Send them to the company and let the instructors handle it. Anyway, the order from the regiment headquarters requires us to capture as many prisoners as possible. Maybe these devils will be of great use later."

Onozuka Ren knelt on the ground, looking at the other party's equally young face, and seemed to have noticed something.

A few light words decided his life or death. Onozuka never imagined that the Chinese military officer in front of him had ever met him.

During the breakout at the beach some time ago, if Onozuka Hitoshi hadn't been a little slow in taking off his crotch cloth, and other kidnappers who wanted to surrender got there first, he would probably have been killed by the opponent's gun at that moment.

This guy who worked hard to survive like a cockroach once again saved his life from the gate of hell. I have to lament his tenacious vitality.

……

On this day, in the headquarters, Fang Jingyao received an order to return to the Heihe base. The war in the Irrawaddy Delta was basically coming to an end, and there was no need for him to stay here and waste time.

Nowadays, the two main divisions of the New Army have been transferred to other battlefields. The flying group in Mandalay has also focused its reinforcements in the direction of Yangon. There are not many troops left in the Ayeyarwaddy Province.

The command of the remaining troops was handed over to Xing Fuquan, and he still adhered to Fang Jingyao's instructions and prepared to fully capture the remaining Japanese troops on the island.

Although the Japanese hid in the jungle on the island, there were still some people who were too hungry to move and were easily captured alive. The soldiers are now divided into small groups, interspersed between the small islands in teams of ten to 20 people, capturing those panicked Japanese soldiers.

After being captured, these little devils did not resist and allowed the soldiers to circle them together.

Here's the key point. The gathered little devils were not severely beaten or tortured. Instead, their former enemies brought them a lot of food and fresh water.

This moved the little devil to tears. Aren't you excited to finally be able to eat a decent meal after being hungry for months?

Among them was the captured Onozuka Hitoshi. He was stunned after opening a bag of individual rations and immediately began to devour it.

This kind of individual soldier rations produced by the factory in the Heihe base area contains simple high-calorie foods, such as compressed biscuits, energy bars, nutritional pastes, etc. There are many types, and one bag can meet the nutritional needs of a soldier for a day.

A large bag of individual soldier rations contains three meals a day, but it seems to be rich in variety. In fact, the taste of those rations is not good. It is far less delicious than canned food and cooked food, and it is not as good as the luxurious individual soldiers like the British. Ration packs.

But the good thing about this thing is that it is easy to transport and durable. When a fierce battle is going on, a soldier only needs to carry three packs of individual rations and save a little food to meet his food needs for five days.

You don’t need to spend time cooking, you can just tear off the wrapping paper and eat. It is simple and convenient, which greatly improves the combat efficiency of the troops.

Moreover, this thing comes out of the factory assembly line in the base area, and it is all related to Liao Mingyu's resource acquisition. The unit price is very low, the production cost is almost zero, and it can be made at will.

At first, the soldiers ate with gusto, but gradually, those high-salt and high-calorie foods became boring. Not to mention the monotonous taste, the key point was that they would get tired of it if they ate too much.

But these individual rations, which were despised by the soldiers of the expeditionary force, were a delicacy in front of the little devil who had been hungry for a long time. He ate them like a domestic pig struggling to eat, and he couldn't finish eating them.

But the food was not given for free. These little devils only received one day's rations. After they recovered a little bit of energy, they were told that if they wanted more food, they could persuade other Japanese soldiers who were hiding to come out and surrender.

So the little devil who had just been captured for a day was "reluctantly" driven out by the soldiers of the expeditionary force. They had nothing else in their hands, so they had to obey and do as they were told to survive.

Faced with the choice of life or death, these little devils happily chose the former.

Instead, they acted as vanguards and guides for the soldiers, and tried their best to persuade their compatriots to surrender.

Onozuka Jin is one of the best. As a survivor who has escaped so many fatal situations, he knows the terrain of the islands very well, and he also knows very well where his comrades and compatriots will hide. Within a few days, he will be hiding. Let him bring back many Japanese soldiers.

As a reward, Onozuka Jin received more and better food than other Japanese soldiers, and even cigarettes to smoke, which gave him great self-confidence.
The other little devils were extremely jealous after seeing this, and worked even harder for the expeditionary force in exchange for better treatment.

This method really worked. Under the persuasion and propaganda of the Japanese soldiers who were released, within a week, a large number of little devils ran out of the woods and surrendered to the soldiers with their loincloths in hand.

Sometimes this person is so strange. Although they are all Japanese, after being hit by this series of things, they now work hard for their former enemies without any psychological burden. It seems that everything is so peaceful.

Being trapped on these small islands for too long, I died of illness and starvation. Any bloody Japs will either take risks and break through the blockade, or they can't stand the torture and commit suicide with a gun.

The rest are people who are terribly afraid of death and will do whatever it takes to survive.

And these people, when they see the hope of life, have no dignity or face at all.

As the saying goes, it is better to die than to live in idleness. The honor of the empire and the spirit of samurai become worthless at this moment.

Maybe in their eyes, only living is the most important thing...