The father of the sword is Kong Jie

Chapter 87 Threesome
Kazuki Yamamoto, who is bent on proving his special operations, is now busy with another matter - restoring the secret service system.

Yes, to put it simply, it is to replenish the special forces.

No way, in the battle of Yangcun, Yamamoto’s secret service team suffered too many casualties. The original establishment was directly disabled, and Yamamoto’s heart was bleeding. The members of the elite secret service team that he worked hard to form and train directly lost 46 people. , which even includes the ace sniper Shadow.

Fortunately, Kazuki Yamamoto has worked hard to replenish the reserve soldiers of the secret service team.

Of course, he also considered the situation of the secret service team's staff reduction.

Therefore, after the regular members of the secret service team have been trained, the reserve soldiers have not been idle, and have been conducting military training continuously to meet the standards required by the secret service team.

In order to meet this standard, the reserve soldiers even directly used some strong live prisoners of war captured by the national army for combat training.

Somewhere in the valley of Niutoushan, it is one of the places where the reserve soldiers of the Yamamoto Special Forces use live prisoners of war for combat training. There is a hidden prisoner-of-war camp built by the devils to provide prisoners of war for the Yamamoto Special Forces for training.

The building structure of this prisoner-of-war camp is rather simple. There is a large courtyard surrounded by high walls, but at the four corners of this rectangular compound, there are watchtowers built by devils. There are also devils with machine guns on the watchtowers. High-altitude fire strikes to ensure that prisoners of war in the prisoner-of-war camp will not riot.

In addition, the exit of the prisoner-of-war camp compound is always guarded by heavily armed devil sentries.

The entire prisoner-of-war camp can be described as heavily guarded.

At this moment, a group of people dressed differently, disheveled and disheveled gathered in the compound of the prisoner-of-war camp. Judging from their general attire, they seemed to be soldiers of the national army.

There were 33 of them in total. It could be seen that their faces were full of bewilderment when they suddenly appeared here, and they didn't understand what these little devils were going to do.

The crowd was noisy, these soldiers looked up and looked around, and what caught their eyes was the devil's machine gun.

The guarded devils pointed their guns at these soldiers, their eyes were indifferent, as silent as a piece of wood.

There were discussions among the crowd, and the soldiers were speculating about the devil's intention to bring them here suddenly.

A voice said, "Monk, why do you think this bastard kid suddenly transferred us from the mine?"

The person being questioned was a young man with a strong body, more than 1.8 meters tall, which was considered to be an outstanding height among these soldiers.

The most impressive thing is the thick eyebrows and big eyes embedded in the square face of this young man, as well as the unyielding and unyielding self-evident when frowning, which is different from the faces of the surrounding soldiers. Numbness is very different from hopelessness.

This person is called Wei Dayong, who is not yet 18 years old. It is said that he is from Dengfeng, Henan. He has been a monk in Shaolin Temple for ten years and has practiced good martial arts. It's just that young people are very brave, because they often fight because of their martial arts. After violating the rules, he was kicked out of Shaolin Temple by the abbot and defected to his elder brother who was the company commander of the Central Army.

Relying on his martial arts skills, bravery in battle, and fear of death, Wei Dayong was quickly promoted to the sergeant squad leader of the 27th Division of the National Army.

As a result, the Chinese army was defeated in the Battle of Xinkou, and Wei Dayong was captured because of injuries.

Until today, Wei Dayong has been in the devil's concentration camp for almost three months.

Many prisoners were captured successively in the devil's concentration camp, including those from the Central Army and some from the local army.

During the captive period, devils often came to the concentration camp to persuade the prisoners to surrender, saying that as long as they were willing to join the Imperial Association Army and serve the Emperor of Japan, they could leave the concentration camp and live a life full of food and clothing.

The national army soldiers who were captured together with Wei Weiyong also sneered at the devil's persuasion to surrender at first, but after suffering and tormenting in the concentration camp, some people soon wavered.

The number of national army soldiers around Wei Dayong is decreasing day by day.

Naturally, he took refuge in the devils and became a puppet army.

A companion who was ready to surrender to the devils and become a puppet army persuaded Wei Dayong.

"Monk, there is no hope. Don't hold on anymore. You can only stay in this dark concentration camp until you die. Why don't you vote for the devils? At least there is a way to survive."

In the end, Wei Dayong scolded: "I am the Central Army, how can I not even have this backbone? Let me be a traitor, it is better to let me die."

Because of this rhetoric, Wei Dayong also became one of the prisoners, a "flag" of the Central Army. Many soldiers of the Central Army originally had hesitation in their hearts, because Wei Dayong's arrogance and determination, on the contrary, followed him. Persevered and did not choose to surrender.

Naturally, the little devil will not make life easier for these prisoners who insist on not surrendering.

Black beans and bran, let alone how poor the quality is, they only eat one meal a day, and sometimes they can’t even eat a meal, and they have to be whipped by the devils, driving them to mine, with the whole body covered. After being tortured all day with bloodstains, they will be crammed into this narrow and dirty concentration camp cell at night.

The torture was repeated day after day.

As time went by, there were fewer and fewer companions who were captured with Wei Dayong but still insisted on it. In the end, there were only two people left.

The person talking to Wei Dayong in front of him is one of them. His real name seems to be Liu Dan or something. In other words, he has also fired a German-made 150mm heavy howitzer, which is an artifact of the country, and he talks about it all day long.

Wei Dayong simply gave him a nickname, "Howitzer".

There is also a man named Dong San, who seems to be a soldier of a certain supply battalion of the national army.

Because they shared the same ambitions and had a lot of backbone, they persisted in the concentration camp for nearly three months and never chose to surrender. The three of them walked together and became friends in the prisoner-of-war camp.

Back in front of the eyes, after the howitzer finished asking, the monk curled his lips and replied, "Who knows, I don't understand how animals think?"

"It's hard to say that we should be gathered together and shot!" Howitzer said, with some regret in his words, "It's a damn pity, I haven't played with a real heavy howitzer yet!"

Dong San on the side brought his old face closer, wanting to persevere in the concentration camp without an optimistic attitude, he grinned, "Howitzer, didn't you say you shot it?"

Double entendre.

The howitzer smiled wryly: "I'm kidding, you believe it? The heavy howitzer is a national heavy weapon, and only the soldiers of the heavy artillery regiment have the chance to touch it. How can it be my turn!"

"Did you just brag before?"

"Everyone is going to die, why are you bragging?"

"No way, you crow's mouth, don't let your words make sense, the devil really gathered us together and shot us!"

The monk glared at the two of them, "You two cowards, what's wrong, are you scared?"

The howitzer scolded: "If you lose your head, it's just a scar the size of a bowl. If you're afraid, you should have been afraid three years ago. Monk, you boy should be more polite. I'm a platoon leader. Don't you know that this is an officer? You boy, one soldier."

(End of this chapter)