My Head of the Huaxia Expeditionary Force

Seeing all this, Liang Sanchu, the mining director on the podium, raised his lips, obviously very satisfied with the performance of the little devils.

The lieutenant came over at this time, pointed at the new group of Japanese people next to him and asked: "Director Liang, do you want to say a few words to those guys?"

Liang Sanchu, who is in his forties, is not tall, his face is covered with traces of time, and his left arm sleeve hangs empty to one side, highlighting his unusual past.

He was originally a major battalion commander of the 200 Division. During the Battle of Nankan, he was seriously injured and his left arm was amputated. After recovering from the injury, he was unable to stay in the combat unit and had to retreat to the rear.

With the establishment of the Heihe base area, many seriously injured veterans have gained new opportunities, and Liang Sanchu is one of them.

He first trained recruits in Heihe. Later, the mining area was in urgent need of managers. He took the initiative and was assigned to Sanka Town as the director of the mine, responsible for mining production and the management of Japanese prisoners of war.

For these little devils, veterans like Liang Sanchu hated them very much. His methods were very ruthless and he would not show any mercy. Many of the little devils he sent at the beginning died in his hands.

However, later Junzuo assigned the task of labor political reform, and Liang Sanchu gradually became fascinated by this method after understanding its rationale.

If you are tired of killing, what could be more satisfying than turning your once arrogant enemies into obedient pigs and dogs wagging their tails at your feet?

After a while, he slowly walked to the new team of prisoners of war, his eyes gradually turned cold, and he looked at these little devils lightly.

"As you can see, reform through labor is your future life. This is a gift given to you by China. All of you should be grateful for this...

…it's here! You have no name, no human rights, no dignity, only absolute obedience! obey! Obey again! "

The lieutenant next to him immediately translated to the little devils in Japanese...

"Did you see the chimney over there with green smoke coming out? There are many of your compatriots inside, but they are not working, but in the furnace!"

Liang Sanchu's eyes were cold, and his sonorous and powerful voice echoed in the open space. Even if he had a broken hand, the aura and killing intent emanating from him made the little devil dare not look directly at him.

"Remember, this is not a prisoner of war camp, this is your atonement hell. Anyone who dares to challenge my authority, I guarantee that he will regret coming to this world!"

After speaking, Liang Sanchu raised his hand to signal, and the lieutenant quickly brought a gray plaster flag from behind.

Snapped!

The Japanese plaster flag was laid flat in front of the Japanese troops. It was covered with footprints and holes. The original white background could no longer be seen. It had obviously been ruined more than once.

"This is your first lesson. If you step over it, you can join them for lunch, otherwise... you won't be able to eat a grain of food for the next two days!"

Liang Sanchu smiled contemptuously. He knew that these Japanese soldiers were sent from the concentration camp in Mandalay. It would take a day and a night to drive from there to Sangkar.

In order to save time, the people in the transport team will never give them food during the journey. These bastards are now so hungry that their eyes are filled with stars.

Even if you don't want to step on the flag, you can just go to work hungry. It's not a pleasant feeling, and if you don't have anything to eat for the next two days, this person is basically doomed.

Those black-looking indigenous supervisors will never be lenient, because if the Japanese workers assigned to them fail to complete their performance that day, they will also have to deduct their wages.

Destroying people's wealth is like killing their parents, not to mention the civilians who were brought into disgrace by the Japanese in the past two years, so they started beating each other harder, beating these little devils to the point where they cried for father and mother every day, and were beaten alive. There are also many dead people.

The Japs crowd began to whisper, and emotions of fear, anger, and unwillingness spread. Most of them were hesitant and entangled, and no one was willing to take the first step.

"Malu Yelang! Ha Ya Ku!" the lieutenant yelled impatiently. He took the vine whip on his waist in his hand and whipped it on the Japanese in the front row.

The little devil was beaten until he jumped on the spot and screamed repeatedly. A few timid ones were ready to step forward and step on him.

But at this moment, a Japanese second lieutenant couldn't stand it any longer. He rushed out of the team and shouted loudly to the lieutenants: "そんなことをしてはいけません, これは人権にcounter-actionです!"

Liang Sanchu chuckled. Although he didn't understand, he knew with his buttocks what the little devil was yelling. He didn't let his men stop him, but quietly watched this guy perform.

"I am a Japanese soldier, an international treaty is a prisoner, and I am a prisoner of war!" Seeing no one to stop him, the Japanese second lieutenant continued to step forward and faced Liang Sanchu in a loud voice.

"He said... they are soldiers of the Japanese Empire. Even if they are defeated, they should be treated with due respect. He asked us to treat them as prisoners of war preferentially in accordance with international conventions." The lieutenant patiently translated on the side.

Liang Sanchu stared at this arrogant Japanese man playfully, without any expression, and was terrifyingly indifferent.

Seeing that the other party ignored him, the Japanese second lieutenant began to sneer. He unexpectedly grabbed the plaster flag on the ground and raised it above his head. He raised his arms and shouted in front of his compatriots:

"It's a black card...onboard! The Empire of Japan...onboard..."

It's just that not many people in the Japs team were willing to respond to him, and most of them had a wait-and-see attitude.

All fools know that it would be short-sighted to act crazy at this moment.

The proud and excited expression on his face didn't last long, as a rifle butt hit the Japanese second lieutenant hard on the back of his head.

Then several expeditionary force soldiers came up with a combination of fists and kicks, beating him until he was on the ground screaming.

International Convention? You Japanese people never care about things but you want us to abide by them. What kind of bullshit logic is this?

Liang Sanchu walked over and glanced at the unconscious Japanese second lieutenant on the ground. He couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry.

This kind of bad-minded little devil seems to be still immersed in the illusion of imperialism. He has seen too many times here, and he is nothing more than a clown.

Just waving their hands, the two soldiers dragged the Japanese lieutenant away like a dead dog.

Then he took off all his clothes, leaving only a piece of white crotch cloth, and tied him naked to a wooden stake next to the square as a warning.

"Go, get rid of all the dead bodies on the other wooden piles and make room for them. I guess there are still many people in this group of grandchildren who need to experience it."

"It's the director, I'll get there right away!" the lieutenant immediately took the order.

When the Japanese saw this, they no longer dared to say anything. They stepped on the plaster flag and received their first food in the Sangka Mine.

There were a few die-hards like the Japanese second lieutenant in the team, and without exception, they were all beaten up, stripped naked, and tied to wooden stakes to bask in the sun.

The sun in Myanmar in July is extremely harsh, and your skin will fall off in patches if you stay naked in the sun for half an hour.

In addition to being scorched by the scorching sun, he also had to endure the continuous torture of being without water or food. Within a day, he would go into shock due to dehydration, and he would be tied to a wooden stake until he died.

Regarding the farce just now, Liang Sanchu, as the person in charge of the mining area, was not at all disturbed. He had long been used to it. This was just one of his methods to deal with the little devils.

The mines are all manual work. Although there are conveyor belts and transport vehicles, these are not things that the devils can touch. They are only qualified to dig mines day and night with iron pickaxes, or go down to dangerous mines to transport ore.

The daily food is only enough to maintain daily physical needs, but the workload is extremely heavy. If you are not careful, you will be beaten and kicked, and you will even work hungry without food.

Every little devil is conscientious and does not dare to slack off at all. They are afraid of getting sick or being beaten and injured, because once they are sick or injured, it means that they cannot continue to work, and useless people will never be kept here, and the supervisors will not sympathize with them.

The final destination of those who are unable to work is the steel-making blast furnace with thousands of degrees of heat, which burns down to ashes within minutes of being put into it.

And those stubborn "Imperial Soldiers" have long become rotten and stinking corpses on wooden piles. They will not remember their "feats" and will only laugh at their overestimation of their capabilities.

Everyone can only hope to study politics every night, because as long as they sincerely reform and perform well, they can get some extra food and rest time. This is the only life-saving straw they can grasp.

Many years later, a Japanese prisoner of war who was lucky enough to leave the Sanka Mine alive could not help but tremble when recalling this labor camp experience, especially the terrifying one-armed man... He will be a nightmare that will linger in his life...