In the days when he first formed the Brotherhood and then trained, Yan Zhi had to tell his soldiers every day that on the battlefield, we would not take prisoners. We need not be merciful to the enemies who have invaded our homeland. You can't cover the snake heart.

Yan Zhicai didn't care about those international conventions that gave preferential treatment to prisoners, and he wouldn't abide by those clichés. The Chinese soldier fell into the hands of the little devil and was never treated well, why did he go to capture the little devil. He only kills devils, not prisoners, even unarmed devils. As long as it is an aggressor who wields a gun and a knife in China, there will be no mercy for labor and management.

The captives waste food and have to be guarded by special personnel. The Japanese soldiers were ashamed of being captured, and most of the Japanese soldiers who could be captured on the battlefield were wounded. In this war years, the Chinese army itself was short of medicine and food, how could there be so much medicine to save the little devils. Our own soldiers are gritting their teeth and suffering the trauma caused by the war, why should we rescue those devils who have brought us trauma?

Do you want to influence them?

Have you influenced them?

If these little devils are cured, staying by his side is a time bomb, and putting them back is equivalent to letting the tiger return to the mountain, which is equivalent to letting a bad wolf go back, and he will change his face at any time and re-oppress the Chinese people.

Are you delusional about letting a domesticated wolf go back and make the whole pack docile? No. It's simply an impossible task.

Therefore, Yan Zhi repeatedly emphasized that the Brothers did not capture prisoners on the battlefield. When you go to the battlefield, you have to do your best to subdue your opponent and beat your opponent to kneel, so that you can win respect, let the world know that you are strong, and you will be respected by the world.

The weak have no say in this age of war.

Beside the ancient well, there were messy footprints left by devils after the dew hit the wet ground.

The corpses of the five devils were lying quietly, four of them were shot by Yan Zhi's sniper rifle, the huge wound was still bleeding, attracting a lot of flies buzzing, and a few pieces of rotten flesh and bones that were blasted away from the body by the sniper rifle were also covered with black pressed flies.

On the edge of a large rock closest to the well, the corpse of a devil lay sideways, facing up. The corpse's shoulder was a blur of flesh and blood, revealing an irregular white bone that had been shattered by the bullet, and the muscles around the white bone had been black-brown from the smoke of gunpowder, and the face was full of fresh blood.

Zhao Fugui held up the bayonet, put it on the neck of a machine gunner, kicked a few times on the corpse and said "dead" and then squatted down, and skillfully touched the devil's pocket with his left hand, just seven or eight seconds, he took out the devil's clothes inside and out, and he actually found three oceans, and also found a photo of a woman who looked very glamorous and was shortly dressed.

Staring at the woman in the photo, Zhao Fugui showed a lewd smile on his face, pouted and said "smack" to the photo, Hao didn't care about the envious and disgusted eyes of Zhong Jiagen and the others, and put the photo neatly in the most intimate pocket, and touched the photo with his big black hand through the clothes, as if he was afraid that the woman would lift her legs and slip away from the photo.

Zhao Fugui saw that the three soldiers were still standing there stupidly, so he pursed his lips to express his disdain, took the bayonet and faced forward, and kicked the shoulder of the other devil machine gunner a few times. He seemed to have mastered this line of work for a long time, digging into the pockets of corpses in one hand, holding a gun in the other hand at all times, and two eyes that looked loyal but were actually like thieves, and he was very vigilant.

"When I go back today, this money is enough for laborers to go to the half-closed door and live happily for a few days." Zhao Fugui proudly shook the three oceans he touched again, and said.

Seeing that Zhao Fugui easily got three oceans, Wang Xiaoshuang, Zhong Jiagen, and Tuesday Wa couldn't help but be moved, especially the photo of the woman who was very little clothed, which made the three soldiers almost drool. Nine oceans are enough for a family to have enough food and clothing for a year, like many queens, Wang Xiaoxiang, Tuesday Wa and other small singles, nine oceans can be enough for them to walk in the kiln for three days and three nights, and nine oceans can even build a big house and marry a beautiful daughter-in-law.

Of course, Tuesday Wa, Zhong Jiagen, Wang Xiaoxiang, and the three of them yearn for the kiln and half-closed door, but the veterans said that just the three of them, they were also ridiculed and manipulated by those girls.

Don't talk about the words of the veteran oil, you will bluff Wang Xiaoxiang and them, in case you are disliked by Sister Yao, it will be the most embarrassing thing.

During the war, those who carried guns to eat had their heads pinned to their belts, and no one knew that after eating tonight's meal, their heads would not be on their necks when they had breakfast tomorrow.

Therefore, Yan Zhi does not prohibit old fritter singles like Zhao Fugui from going out to fool around in their free time, and behind those sisters in the kiln and half-hidden doors, there are also people who open their mouths and wait for dinner.

Yan Zhi believes that the lives of soldiers on the battlefield can be thrown away at any time, and there is no need for them to abide by some unnecessary morals. The Chinese army has always been at an absolute disadvantage, and the lives of the soldiers are very cheap, so it is not necessary for these people who are cheap but are the backbone of the country to maintain some unnecessary morality when the situation is not safe.

In any country, when a soldier knows that he will die on the battlefield tomorrow, then almost all morality is shit to him.

But the magic of that woman's photo is too great, especially the white calves, oh mom...... So, Zhong Jiagen and the three of them also walked towards the corpses of the other three devils.

Suddenly, Zhao Fugui shouted to Zhong Jiagen, who was walking towards the corpse of the devil at the well: "Zhong Jiagen, stop." ”

Zhong Jiagen stopped and looked back at Zhao Fugui.

Wang Xiaoxiang, Tuesday Wa, also turned his head to see Zhao Fugui shrugging his shoulders and waist, holding a gun, his index finger was already on the trigger, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the corpse of the devil in front of Zhong Jiagen, and walked over step by step.

Zhao Fugui's expression was nervous, a little excited, and his face was smeared black and gray by gunpowder smoke and dust, looking hideous.

"Stand back, you guys. This dog day is not dead, everyone disperses. ”

Zhong Jiagen, Wang Xiaoxiang, and Tuesday suddenly became nervous, and at the same time raised the rifle in their hands.

At this time, the soldiers are all veterans as the main backbone.

Seeing Zhao Fugui's nervous expression, the three of them knew that the corpse of the little devil in front of them must have been deceitful, so they slowly dispersed with Zhao Fugui around.

After exiting ten meters away, Zhao Fugui sneered and scolded: "Little devil, you have seen a lot of this trick." ”

The muzzles of Zhong Jiagen's three people pointed at the corpse of the little devil in unison, and they opened fire at any time.

Zhao Fugui said: "You see, the blood on this dog's face has just been smeared. Due to the rush of time, there are still a few finger prints on Dog Day's face, and his right shoulder bone has been broken and he can't lift it, and there is no blood on his right hand, which means that the blood on his face is painted on his left hand. There were no bullet holes in his chest, back, head, or neck, and although the wound on his shoulder was severe, he couldn't die for a while, but it definitely made him ineffective and unable to retreat with the troops. With his left hand behind his back and lying face up, he deliberately threw his gun far away to paralyze us, and I guess he must have a grenade in his left hand. ”

Zhao Fugui smiled proudly, which made his face look even more terrifying: "Just now, the flies on this dog's face flew up one after another, which made me see the flaws. ”