The third part of the bloody fire resistance Chapter 9: The 9th chapter of the Phantom (Seventh)

"Are you a junior in Banben?"

Namao Onomoto stood in front of a group of ragged prisoners of war, looking at the senior generals of the Chinese team in front of him. This was the second prisoner-of-war camp established in the war zone. Zhuang Jihua ordered the prisoners and enemy overseas Chinese from each battlefield to Xuzhou. This order scared Xu Zuyi. Where is Xuzhou? Five years ago, there was a massacre in Xuzhou here. More than 50,000 Chinese residents were massacred by the Japanese army. Zhuang Jihua sent them here. Did the people of Xuzhou vent their anger?

However, Zhuang Jihua quickly calmed Xu Zuyi. Xuzhou was a very severely damaged area by the war. Not only were the cities completely destroyed, but all the surrounding areas were also destroyed. After the war, the local people began to rebuild their homes, but the speed was very slow. Zhuang Jihua asked the troops to send these prisoners of war and enemy overseas Chinese here to let them participate in the post-war reconstruction.

Shandong is an area with a large number of Japanese expatriates, especially the Jiaodong Peninsula and Qingdao. In addition to these more than 3,000 prisoners of war, there are more than 5,000 enemy expatriates who have not had time to evacuate.

After these prisoners of war were sent to Xuzhou, a prisoner of war camp was set up outside Xuzhou City. All prisoners of war were transported by militia every day. This action made the prisoners of war very dissatisfied. Many people started to clamor and demanded that they enjoy the treatment of prisoners of war.

After receiving the report, Zhuang Jihua not only felt angry, but also became prisoners of war, but also so crazy. He took Wu Ziniu and Song Yunfei to the prisoner-of-war camp without even notifying the palace embroidery painting.

"Hayi, I am a junior in Banben." Banben was familiar with the rank of the Chinese team and knew that the other party was an admiral, so he stood at attention at Zhuang Jihua and asked respectfully: "Who are you?"

"I am Zhuang Jihua." Zhuang Jihua's eyes were extremely cold.

But these words were like a string of thunder and thunder exploded in Ochimoto's ears. He looked at Zhuang Jihua in disbelief, but he didn't speak for a long time. Zhuang Jihua was well-known among the Japanese army, including the Chinese god of war, Matsui Ishione, Tada Jung, Nishio Sugiyama Moto, Hata Shizuro, Itagaki Seishiro, and Okamura Yasuji. These famous generals who were famous in the Japanese army were all defeated by him. The imperial army suffered a million soldiers killed by him. This man turned the entire war with one hand.

Not only was the junior high school student on the Benmoto shocked, but the noisy prisoners behind him were also shocked. They all looked at Zhuang Jihua silently, and the entire prisoner-of-war camp was suddenly silent.

This is the shadow of the famous tree of a man. The battalion commander of the prisoner-of-war camp behind Zhuang Jihua was still uneasy just now, for fear that these prisoners of war would become unruly and impulsively, and hurt the commander. These prisoners of war not only yelled to ask for treatment of prisoners of war, but also a few were inciting suicide and loyal to the emperor.

"Standing at attention" The third son of the Animoto roared. This sounded the dazed prisoners of war woke up and hurriedly lined up. The Japanese overseas Chinese in the distance looked here quietly, and did not dare to make any sound.

"Salute" At the order of the Grand Third of the One, all the prisoners of war saluted Zhuang Jihua. Zhuang Jihua didn't move, but just looked at the Grand Third of the One coldly, as if he wanted to know what he was going to do.

After receiving the gift from the junior high school of Orchidon, he took a step forward and gave a gift to Zhuang Jihua again: "General Zhuang, I have heard of the famous name for a long time, and I am deeply honored to be able to see the Chinese God of War with my own eyes."

Zhuang Jihua still didn't move, and he said coldly: "It's China, I am the Chinese general."

"I'm sorry that it's China, the Chinese God of War." Ban Ben did not make any excuses and immediately apologized to Zhuang Jihua.

"Tell me, what are you making trouble?" Zhuang Jihua didn't want to talk nonsense to them at all.

"We are prisoners of war, and we require the treatment of prisoners of war stipulated in the Geneva Agreement." Banmoto looked up at Zhuang Jihua.

Zhuang Jihua did not answer, and walked straight past him, walked to the prisoners of war, and looked up and down one by one. There were very few officers here. Except for the third major general of the Nakamoto, the remaining ones were a central assistant, two junior ministers, seven or eight lieutenants, and dozens of sergeants. These more than 3,000 people were lined up in an orderly manner.

Zhuang Jihua walked from the middle to the end of the team, and then from the end of the team to the end, looking at the prisoners of war one by one. The junior Ben stood there and didn't move, thinking in his heart that he didn't know what Zhuang Jihua was going to do.

All prisoners of war did not know what Zhuang Jihua was going to do, and the atmosphere was so depressing that it was uncomfortable. Zhuang Jihua finally stopped: "You, leave."

A thick Japanese sergeant walked out of the queue and stood straight in front of Zhuang Jihua. The sergeant looked almost forty years old, with a beard on his face and wrinkles on his face. Zhuang Jihua's eyes were still staring at the queue and asked without looking back: "Did you join the army that year? When did you arrive in China?"

"Report, I joined the army in Showa in 2015 and arrived in September of Showa in 2015... China."

"Where is your recruit training done?"

"The report soldier's face suddenly changed, and all the soldiers in the queue changed color almost at the same time. Most of the heads that were originally raised were lowered.

"Here, say," Zhuang Jihua turned around and stared at him.

"China." The sergeant's voice was low, and it was no longer loud as before.

"Then let me talk about it, how did you train?"

The fire erupted from Zhuang Jihua's eyes seemed to burn all the prisoners of war in front of him. The soldiers dared not say anything anymore, their lips were closed, and they did not dare to meet Zhuang Jihua's gaze at all. Zhuang Jihua turned his head and looked at the prisoners of war, and no prisoner of war dared to meet his gaze.

"Don't dare to say it?" Zhuang Jihua suppressed his anger and jumped out of his mouth one by one: "You use captured Chinese soldiers and ordinary Chinese people to practice assassination. You think we don't know. We have already grasped these situations. You are just a group of beasts. I heard that some people are still committing suicide here. Haha, who are you going to threaten? I'm afraid you will kill yourself. There are at least hundreds of thousands of Japanese in my hands. I'm afraid you will kill yourself. I'll be afraid that you will kill yourself. There are at least hundreds of thousands of Japanese in my hands. I'll be afraid that you will kill yourself.

I'm saying here, anyone who wants to commit suicide can do it, whether it's a cepsy or a hang, but you can't do it alone. You have to persuade at least ten people to do it together, and then do it openly, and you can gather all prisoners of war to watch. Captain Wang."

The battalion commander of the prisoner-of-war camp hurried over, and Zhuang Jihua's tone was stern and cold: "Whoever wants to make trouble in the future will be locked up. No food is allowed during the lockdown. If you starve to death, no one should eat. Those who don't work will not eat. Prepare some Japanese knives. Whoever wants to cut a stomachache? As long as he can mobilize ten prisoners of war to cut it together, he will agree to his stomachache. You are not allowed to stop it. Don't think that I want to raise you, you are all dead. Look, I will frown."

Captain Wang murmured in his heart, God, ten people are separating the stomach together, it's spectacular. Commander Zhuang, if this Japanese devil is really separating the stomach, I'll really give it a knife.

"Hear clearly"

Zhuang Jihua's anger woke up Battalion Commander Wang, and Battalion Commander Wang quickly agreed. The third son of the Nakamoto looked pale. He knew that someone in the battalion was inciting to commit suicide by separating the stomach, and even he had this idea for a while. Under years of education, Japanese soldiers were deeply ashamed of being captured and would rather die in battle than be captured. Once they became prisoners, not only themselves, but also their families could not raise their heads.

But now this Chinese general is cold-blooded, not only does not stop you from separatism, but also requires you to mobilize at least ten colleagues to separatism together, and even says that even if all the prisoners of war camps are dead, he will not be moved.

"It's in this city," Zhuang Jihua pointed at Xuzhou City: "When you occupied this city, you slaughtered more than 50,000 innocent Chinese civilians, old, weak, women and children. We have announced a group of war criminals. Are there any war criminals among you? You ask for enjoying the Geneva Prison War Treaty. Yes, according to the Geneva Treaty, all soldiers who slaughter innocent civilians are war criminals. Think about it, how many innocent civilians you have killed, and how many of you are war criminals."

"You are not the first batch of prisoners of war, nor the last batch of prisoners of war. I can tell you clearly that in the end, your Emperor, Hirohito, must also go to the prisoner-of-war camp honestly and go to the court of war criminals. You commit suicide and be loyal to him. Will he commit suicide and be loyal to you?"

Zhuang Jihua's roar echoed over the prison camp, and all prisoners of war looked like earth. Zhuang Jihua was not afraid of any actions of these prisoners of war. Those who really dared to commit suicide had already committed suicide on the battlefield.

What surprised the junior year of the Nakamoto was that none of the officers who had been clamoring the most was dared to speak, none of them dared to stand up and refute Zhuang Jihua, and none of them dared to speak out.

Several reporters suddenly appeared at the gate of the prisoner-of-war camp. They held their cameras and took photos at the prisoner-of-war camp. The prisoner-of-war camp was not tightly guarded and there was no power grid. These prisoners of war did not dare to escape at all. The Japanese who appeared alone in the restoration area of ​​China were very dangerous. Once discovered by the Chinese, they would either be beaten to death on the spot or be beaten to death halfway, and then sent to the hands of the Chinese garrison.

Zhuang Jihua had a serious face. After just training the prisoners of war, he returned to the office of the prisoner-of-war camp. He gathered the officers above the squad leader of the prisoner-of-war camp and scolded them. He told them to be tough on the Japanese and that they would be strict at the same time, except for not intentionally killing them.

"Japan is a dog who bullies the weak and is afraid of being strong and you want to be weak, and he will be more arrogant. Whoever thinks you can't do it can apply for transfer?"

The prisoner-of-war camp was silent from Battalion Commander Wang, and no one dared to tell the difference. The prisoner-of-war camp had caused such a big incident and alarmed the commander of the war zone. Battalion Commander Wang had already exploded, but after Zhuang Jihua cursed, he did not deal with them.

Battalion Commander Wang breathed a sigh of relief and made up his mind to never be sympathetic to these prisoners of war who caused trouble in the future. There would be no more accidents in the prisoner of war camp.

"General Zhuang, are Japanese prisoners of war causing trouble?" a reporter asked with his camera.

"General Zhuang, when will he launch an attack on North China?"

"General Zhuang, the dispute between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party is becoming more and more intense. What do you think about this?"

"General Zhuang, when will you return to Chongqing after your wife dies?"

Zhuang Jihua suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at the reporter, glared at him, died? Liu Yinshu passed away?

"What are you talking nonsense?"

Zhuang Jihua was angry and the power of commanding thousands of troops immediately appeared on him. The reporters suddenly became quiet. They looked at each other, and then looked at Zhuang Jihua strangely.

Zhuang Jihua suddenly felt something was wrong, he turned his head and looked at Wu Ziniu: "Wu Ziniu"

Wu Ziniu knew that it was troublesome when he heard the reporter's question. He hurried over, frightened his face, and rudely pushed the reporter away: "Go away, the commander, there is still something to do, commander, let's go back first."

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up." Zhuang Jihua was very anxious. He instinctively concluded that something must have happened at home.

Song Yunfei also came over. Zhuang Jihua was really anxious. He pushed Song Yunfei away, grabbed Wu Ziniu and shouted: "You guys..., tmd, I'm hiding what happened to me? Is there something wrong with my family?"

Seeing that Zhuang Jihua was about to take action, Song Yunfei hugged him, turned his head and shouted at Wu Ziniu: "Just say it."

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