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Chapter 998 Nanyang’s Favor Is Not Over

Chapter 998 Nanyang’s Favor Is Not Over (Fourth Update, Please Subscribe)

New Guinea, the world's second largest island, looks like a tropical paradise from the air, with lush green mountains, dense forests along the coast, and colorful coral reefs. In fact, it is a wild place - strange peaks, bald hills, dense jungles, birds and animals, ubiquitous malaria mosquitoes; freezing downpours, unbearable heat; and dusty plains. The island is full of crocodiles, large lizards, poisonous mushrooms, poisonous spiders, leeches, and poisonous snakes.

Mountains as high as four or five thousand meters above sea level meander through the entire island like a backbone. Only the narrow strips between the few plains along the northern coast are suitable for human activities. Even here, there are crisscrossing rivers, continuous mountains, and patches of sharp weeds, making it difficult to enter.

The island belongs to two countries - the city of Dongning under the rule of Nanyang and Papua New Guinea under the trusteeship of Australia.

In the past, there was almost no modern civilization here, whether it was West Irian under Dutch rule or Papua New Guinea under Australian rule.

But in the past few years, earth-shaking changes have taken place here. The tropical rainforest that had remained unchanged for thousands of years has turned into a large plantation. In the past few years, 200 million Japanese prisoners of war have worked hard like worker ants. With their efforts, the green land has turned into a mulberry leaf. The green has been reclaimed bit by bit, and the plains by the sea have become farmlands and plantations.

At the same time, a modern city also appeared on the north coast of the island, Dongning City. As the youngest metropolis in Nanyang, although it was only established seven years ago, it has already developed into a metropolis with a population of 500 million. As the eastern gate of Nanyang, there are many companies here, even the largest steel company in Nanyang is here.

But all these have nothing to do with the prisoners of war in these labor camps. Like all the labor camps, the current No. 52 Labor Camp no longer has the early thatched huts. Instead, simple wooden houses are neatly arranged, and the prisoners of war live here.

A heavy rain in the early morning made Matsushima and his friends laugh. To a certain extent, they liked the rain, as it meant they could take a rest, at least until the rain stopped.

In fact, this has only happened in the last two years. Labor camps were not like this in the past.

Seize the sunny days, grab the cloudy days, treat the drizzle as a good day, treat the moonlight as daytime, one sunny day is equivalent to two days, work hard when it rains lightly, work hard when it rains heavily, work hard when it rains heavily, and work desperately when there is no rain.

Dry!Dry!Dry!
For Matsushima, who had been imprisoned in a prisoner-of-war camp for a full ten years, this sentence was not unfamiliar to him. He had even memorized it long ago. This was indeed what they did in the early years.

Of course, a heavy price was paid - out of 243 million prisoners of war, there are only more than 180 million left.

Most of the deaths were caused by tropical diseases such as malaria.

Just because of the disease, there is no hope of freedom. Although the Prisoner of War Administration established a "points system" six years ago, as long as the points are completed, they will be free. Moreover, every year there are people who complete the points, but for most people, freedom is still a long way off.

The most deadly thing is never disease, but despair. When they despairingly discover that it is difficult to get 15000 points, and when hope is shattered, people will not live long!

Like everyone else, Matsushima had given up long ago.

Standing at the bottom of the corridor, Matsushima took out some tobacco leaves from his bag, rolled a cigarette with newspaper, and started smoking silently.

The tobacco leaves were exchanged from the nearby natives, and the newspapers were old newspapers sent by the superiors. These newspapers were not only the materials for rolling cigarettes, but also the only channel to understand the outside world.

"War criminals trial..."

Thinking of the news in the newspaper, Matsushima muttered.

"Finally, there is news related to us."

Over the past decade, they seemed to have disappeared from this world, and although they received relief supplies from the Red Cross every month, they had lost contact with their families.

Why aren't they allowed to communicate with their families?

In fact, it is to cut off their connection with the outside world and thus psychologically break them down. Of course, another effect is that women who have no news from them will slowly adapt, remarry, adapt to a new life, go to Southeast Asia, and forget the past. When they go back, they will find that they have lost everything. At that time, they will feel hatred in their hearts!

That kind of hatred was not directed at Nanyang, but at Japan, which conscripted them into the army for just a few cents!
Because of Japan they lost everything, their wives, their youth, and then they had nothing!
Of course, these are all things to follow.

No one cares about these things now, at least not here.

As in the past, when smoking and chatting in the corridor, Matsushima was always cautious, for fear that he would say something wrong, be reported, and be exposed. Although he would not be punished, he would be deducted points.

Every time the points decreased, the hope of returning home also decreased. Those who were released returned to Japan with the points reward they obtained by betraying their comrades.

Who can be reported?

They can only struggle in despair, and then stare at others like thieves, and gain freedom by betraying their friends. This is the way of life in the labor camp. Even those who have given up hope will not give up the opportunity to report others, such as laziness at work, inappropriate remarks, and exposing their war crimes. In short, as long as you are willing to report, there are too many things to report. Because of this, some people's hopes are constantly shattered, but what about others?
But they can successfully leave here!

Betrayal and exposure are the way of life here. In order to survive, in order to leave here alive, everyone is adapting and changing!

"Well, come to think of it, Labor is like heaven. We can eat white rice every day!"

"Yes, this is the paradise..."

As usual, everyone was speaking lies. Although they all knew they were lies, they were used to it. This was the rule of survival here. Just like informing and exposing others!
Suddenly, a signal sounded on the radio. Although they were used to disguise, some people still expressed indignation.

"Damn it, it's raining so hard, is there any hope for life?"

As soon as the words came out of their mouths, those people regretted it. Although the people around them pretended not to have heard it, they knew that they were doomed. They had been caught.
"That guy Koizumi is such an idiot!"

Muttering this in his mind, Matsushima, like everyone else, had already regarded Koizumi as his ticket to freedom.

Soon, thousands of prisoners of war gathered neatly in the square. Although it was raining heavily, they still lined up in neat rows, standing there, waiting for instructions from their superiors.

Yu Songze, standing on the stage, glanced at the prisoners and said.

"Okay, the reason why I called you all out in the heavy rain today is not because we have to meet a deadline, but because I have good news to tell you all."

good news?
When Songdao and others were confused, Yu Songze said.

"Considering your contributions to the construction of Nanyang over the past decade, according to the order of the official residence, starting this year, we will release some advanced elements who are actively undergoing transformation in batches. Yes, active elements, even if they do not have enough points, will be released!"

what!
When the captives in the audience heard this, they all opened their eyes wide in surprise. Are they going to be released?

But what is an activist?

Before they could react, Yu Songze spoke loudly.

"According to the direct order from the official residence, prisoners of war with a score of 10000 or more will be the first batch of amnesty personnel. Well, congratulations, many of you can go home!"

Come back home!

For a moment, everyone was stunned, and Matsushima was so surprised that he shed tears. His score was exactly... 10000 points!
Originally, he thought that the remaining 5000 points would be a long way off, and he didn't know how many people he would have to betray before he could get a chance to leave. Although he was willing to expose and inform on others, the problem was that there were not so many secrets to inform on. Of course, he could also make a false accusation. There was nothing wrong with that, as long as he could find evidence of the false accusation.

Of course, when you falsely accuse others, others will also falsely accuse you. Amid such false accusations and frame-ups, your hope of returning home will become increasingly slim.

But now—he is free!
The sudden freedom made Matsushima, like everyone else, fall into unprecedented joy. In his excitement, Matsushima suddenly raised his arms and shouted.

"Long live Nanyang!"

Seeing this, the others also cheered.

"Long live Nanyang!"

"Long live the Nanyang commander-in-chief!"

(End of this chapter)