My Head of the Huaxia Expeditionary Force

night…

After finishing all the work, Kamio and others finally returned to the cabin lounge. They had been working hard for a day and everyone wanted to take a rest early, but a whistle from the commander woke them up from their sleep.

"Nani?"

"what happened?"

"I don't know. Let's gather together quickly."

Most of the soldiers had already gone to bed, but they did not dare to delay after hearing the whistle. They quickly jumped out of bed, put on their clothes and shoes and ran out.

"Kamio-kun, the situation is not good. It seems that we have never gathered at night, right?" Uchida asked doubtfully while getting dressed.

Kamio frowned and said nothing. He walked out of the sleeping cabin and met Nanjo, who had made mistakes with him during the day.

They looked at each other with nervousness and fear written all over their faces. Perhaps only the two of them knew... why the officer was so troubled at night.

Soon, the squad leader and the sergeant appeared together in front of everyone, holding hands behind their backs. Sharp eyes swept over everyone one by one, and none of these soldiers dared to look at them for even a moment.

"Today, two idiots among you disappointed me so much. They actually made a very stupid mistake!"

"You can't even hold the ammunition box. If it comes to war...such behavior will cost the lives of other comrades! How can such a bastard have any look like an imperial soldier?"

The squad leader paced back and forth in front of the team with stern words, and his stern expression made the recruits lower their heads.

"Kamio Kikujiro! Nanjo Hiroji! Get out of the queue!" the sergeant shouted loudly.

"Hey!"

At this time, Nanjo and Kamio were sweating coldly and stood up bravely.

What's the point of being beaten by the sergeant during the day, and before the night was over, he had to be taken out by the squad leader to teach him a lesson?

"Stand in front, put your hands against the wall and spread your legs!" the squad leader yelled angrily again.

The two of them obeyed the instructions, even if their bodies were shaking due to fear, they could only wait silently for the next punishment.

After saying that, the squad leader took a waxy yellow wooden stick from the sergeant's hand and slowly walked behind the two of them.

The stick was about 60 centimeters long, and its mottled surface showed that it should be used for a long time. It was as thick as half an arm, and it had the words "Spirit Injection Stick" printed on it.

When everyone saw this thing, they all showed constipation-like expressions. This is a unique feature of their navy.

Whenever a soldier made a mistake, the commander would ask the soldier to take off his pants and lie on the ground, and then the commander would severely beat the soldier on the buttocks.

As for when the fight will end, it all depends on the commander's energy and mood.

If you make a serious mistake and are lucky enough to serve the whole thing, you won't be able to get out of bed for at least seven days.

"Take off your pants!" the squad leader shouted sternly, holding the stick.

The two Kamios had no choice but to do as they were told. They took off their pants and exposed their white lumps. A sense of humiliation arose spontaneously, and the fear in their hearts rose to the extreme.

Snapped!

Snapped!

"Uh…"

The team leader worked hard, picked up the stick and shined it on the two lumps. The huge pain made Kamio and Nanjo groan, but they did not dare to cry out. Because during the period of receiving instruction from their superiors, soldiers cannot dodge the beatings of the spirit-injecting rods, nor can they make any sound, otherwise they will face more severe punishments.

"Uh-huh..."

Two more hard blows knocked the two of them out of breath, and the thin Nanjo almost fell to the ground, but he did not dare to do so, so he could only hold on to his shaky body and continue to accept the punishment.

The painful torture still did not stop, the team leader raised the stick again...

Others watching the show were also frightened. Although the stick did not hit them, they seemed to feel the pain.

"Woooo..."

What a shame. When the stick hit his butt for the fifth time, Nanjo could no longer hold back and began to choke. He closed his eyes in pain and couldn't stop the tears from flowing down.

For most Japanese soldiers, receiving the "spiritual injection rod" was a shame, because being spanked in full view of the public, the mental pressure caused by this punishment was even more frustrating than the physical pain.

In contrast, Kamio performed much better. Although his butt hurt so much that he was numb, he still gritted his teeth and endured it, because he knew that not letting the commander vent his anger at this time would only lead to more terrible punishment.

"Baga! Don't cry! You are a coward, you are not worthy of being a soldier of the Japanese Empire!"

The squad leader was not used to it at all. He kicked Nanjo down with a flying kick and then hit the opponent's head with a stick. He, who was deeply poisoned by the spirit of Bushido, couldn't stand this kind of cowardly behavior.

"Uuwu... no... Ogi-san... I want to go home..." Nanjo, who was beaten so hard that he ran away with his head in his arms, collapsed completely, screaming for his mother.

But the team leader still refused to give up, as if he was possessed by a demon, waving the stick vigorously and beating him continuously.

He didn't stop until Nanjo's cries became quieter and his movements stopped, as if he had fainted.

The panting captain waved to him, and two soldiers immediately stood up and dragged the desperate Nanjo away to the infirmary. The poor guy probably wouldn't be able to get out of bed for a week.

Turning to look at Kamio who was still holding on to the wall, the team leader nodded secretly. This was what he thought an Imperial soldier should look like.

"Put your pants on. I hope this time will help you remember things better so you can do better in the future."

I don't know whether he was tired from the fight or satisfied with the opponent's performance, but the team leader actually let Kamio go without further punishment.

"Hey, sir Arigado Yusuke..."

While Kamio was wearing pants, he had to respectfully express his gratitude to his superior for his teachings, and at the same time, he was glad that he had escaped.

The surrounding soldiers were dumbfounded. The scene just now really taught everyone a hard lesson. After all, they were just fifteen or sixteen-year-old children, and they had never experienced these things.

Everyone silently warned themselves not to make mistakes in the future. No one wanted to be the next unlucky person to be baptized by the "Spirit Injection Rod".

The team leader did not lecture anymore. His goal had been achieved. The expressions on the faces of these recruits were enough to tell that this time the killing of chickens and monkeys had a good effect.

The existence of the spirit injection rod undoubtedly cast a shadow over many Japanese soldiers. But at the same time, the little devils will also strictly regulate their behavior in order to avoid being punished by the spirit injection rod, which can play a great role in the effectiveness of daily training.

The Japanese are so perverted. They are not only cruel to their enemies, but also to their own people. Such harsh and cruel punishments will gradually distort the mentality of the Japanese soldiers. During the battle, they will pour out all their suppressed anger on the enemies and their own people. On innocent people. …

(End of this chapter)