My Head of the Huaxia Expeditionary Force

Southern part of Zen State, Sanka Town…

This is an open-pit iron mine. The surrounding trees have been cleared away, and there is a huge pit in the middle. The walls of the pit are full of burnt black iron ore.

The mine is very large, covering a three-kilometer radius. There are countless people working there, but they all have one thing in common, a short stature and tattered khaki military uniforms.

Yes, this is where the little devils exert their remaining energy. The workers who keep working with shovels under the scorching sun are all Japanese after being captured.

Liao Mingyu did not imprison them in a concentration camp. Instead of eating and waiting to die there and spending manpower and material resources to raise them, it was better to let them contribute some value in the mines.

In the past two years, the war started from western Yunnan to Yangon. The little Japs captured for various reasons along the way were sent to the mining areas in the Heihe base area. Sanka Town was just one of them, with more than 4,000 people working here.

The work in the mining area is very simple. You get up at 6 o'clock every day to start mining and finish work at 8 o'clock in the evening. Everyone has high performance indicators every day. If you perform well according to the requirements, you can eat two meals. If you fail to meet the indicators, everyone in the same group will be eliminated. will be punished.

After work, they must participate in political studies, allowing them to repeatedly view photos of the heinous crimes committed by the Japanese army on the Chinese battlefield, as well as the tragic scenes of civilians in Japan who do not have enough to eat.

And instill anti-war ideas in them, making them aware of the mistakes of militarism, their crimes, and the gift of the expeditionary force to forgive them.

After working for a day, the body will no longer think randomly when it is tired, and it is easier to accept such forcibly instilled ideas.

A well-reformed little devil can get some rewards, such as more food, more rest time, or a cigarette, candy, and the like.

Seeing that some companions received rewards for their "high awareness", the others were all jealous, which also made more little devils flock to them and gain the approval of their masters through performance.

Liao Mingyu wanted to use this kind of physical and mental double blow and brainwashing to make the little devils forget their identity, then destroy their beliefs and crush their will.

As for the cherry blossoms in their hometown, these Japanese prisoners of war will never see them again in this life. They will never return to their homeland even if they surrender. It is their duty to exert their final value through endless toil for the rest of their lives, and to atone for their sins to those Chinese compatriots who died tragically in the long torture. ending.

As more and more mineral resources are explored, more workers will be needed in the mining areas in the future. Aren't these free, obedient, unpaid laborers the best candidates?

You know, there are hundreds of thousands of little devils entrenched in Malaysia and the Indonesian archipelago.

Closer to home, the original number of prisoners was more than this, but it was obvious that the sick and injured and some thornheads were not worthy of being here alive. Liao Mingyu did not want to waste medicine and energy on them.

For those Japanese who do not understand "gratefulness", death is their best destination.

In short, there is only one principle. If you obey, you will live. If you don't, you will be killed. I won't talk nonsense to you at all.

In order to better manage these people, a regiment of troops was specially deployed from the Heihe base to station here. The military control system is implemented on weekdays. As long as someone dares to have any evil thoughts, they will be greeted by a baptism of bullets.

clang!clang!clang!

A rapid ringing of the bell rang in the mining area. After hearing it, all the little devils immediately stopped what they were doing and rushed towards the open space in the center.

One thing to say, even though these Japanese soldiers have been captured, they still have a high degree of discipline. Although they are unkempt, they line up neatly every day when they go to work, finish work, or eat and sleep. Even in this environment It can also be done in an orderly manner.

The little devils were divided into groups of ten, and five groups were grouped into one team. Local indigenous civilians recruited served as overseers, while the expeditionary force soldiers were only responsible for management and security work.

Soon the Japanese rushed to the open space to complete the gathering under the roar of the overseers. There were several large barrels placed on the edge of the open space, and the faint smell of rice had drifted to the middle of the team. Countless Japanese soldiers couldn't help but lick their lips and pick their tongues. It was obviously time to start eating. Lunch was roasted sweet potatoes and plain rice porridge. Although the portion for each person was bound to not be too much, for the little devil, his stomach was already empty after working hard for most of the day. This was already a rare delicacy.

In addition to these "well-disciplined" Japanese soldiers absent from work, there were also hundreds of newcomers who had just arrived at the mine.

The Japanese prisoners of war who had just been sent from the front line to the Sanka Mine for labor reform were all in a daze and highly nervous. Compared with the uniform "old predecessors", they seemed very out of place.

"Reporting to the director, all the work teams have been assembled and the new prisoners of war are in place. Please give instructions."

On the command podium, a lieutenant immediately reported to the officer in charge here.

"Well, go ahead..." The mining director nodded and responded calmly.

"Yes!"

The lieutenant saluted, turned around randomly, and shouted to the little devils in Japanese: "Hajime!"

"Sida's prisoner's ではありませんて, sada's 戦之 contention's sinner's を発働するので, suda's transformation and expedition...

(We are not prisoners, but we are the sinners who started the war. We use labor reform to repay the gift of the expeditionary army. We will use the rest of our lives to atone for China...) "

A loud and neat voice rang out in the open space. All the prisoners of war stood upright and swore loudly, but there was no trace of shame on their faces.

Obviously this is not the first time for these little devils. They will shout these words every day before eating, otherwise no one will be able to get a bite of food.

This is not over yet. After everyone takes the oath, they are ready to line up to receive the food, but there is a huge Japanese flag on the ground between the team and the cooks.

Each of them must step on their own flag to receive this meal, otherwise they will continue to work hungry.

If they were exhausted and fainted during work, the supervisor would carry them to the center of the open space like a dead dog and leave them to fend for themselves.

Once someone cannot accept all this and starts to resist, more cruel punishment will be waiting for them.

Next to the mine, there are more than a dozen highly decomposed corpses tied to wooden stakes. Those people have been exposed to the scorching sun for half a month, and their bodies were eaten by maggots until they were deformed. However, no one went to collect the corpses. They were kept for Warn other little devils.

No one will pity these Japanese prisoners of war, because they do not deserve sympathy. All this is the retribution they deserve.

Under the watchful eyes of the new batch of prisoners of war, the newly sworn little devils quickly took steps and lined up to trample on the flag of the long aunt one by one.

After a long period of oppression and brainwashing, their faith has long since collapsed. Everyone accepted all this with peace of mind, without any psychological burden.