Looking at all this in front of him, the corners of Liang Sanchu, the director of the mining area on the command platform, rose in his mouth, obviously very satisfied with the performance of the little devils.

At this time, the lieutenant walked over, pointed to the new group of Japanese 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 the sleeve of his left arm hangs down empty, showing his unusual past.

He was originally a major battalion commander of the 200th Division, but he was seriously wounded in the Battle of Nankan and had his left arm amputated.

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

At first, he trained recruits in Heihe, but later the mine was in urgent need of managers, so he volunteered to be assigned to the town of Sanka 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 are quite hated, and their methods are quite ruthless, and there will be no mercy, and many of the little devils sent at the beginning died in his hands.

However, later Junzuo issued the task of labor political transformation, and Liang Sanchu gradually became obsessed with this method after understanding the truth of it.

If you are tired of killing, what could be more enjoyable than turning a former invincible enemy into an obedient pig and dog wagging its tail at its feet?

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

"You have seen it all, labor reform is your future life, this is the gift of Huaxia alms to you, and all of you should be glad about this...

… Over 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...

"See the smoke-smoking chimney over there? There are quite a few of your compatriots in it, but not at work, but in the furnace! ”

Liang Sanchu's gaze was cold, and his sonorous and powerful voice echoed in the clearing, even if he broke a hand, the momentum and killing intent exuded made the little devil dare not look directly.

"Remember, this is not a prisoner of war camp, this is your hell of atonement, and anyone who dares to challenge my authority, I promise he will regret coming into this world!"

After speaking, Liang Sanchu raised his hand and signaled, and the lieutenant hurriedly brought a gray plaster banner from behind.

Syllable!

The plaster flag of the Japanese army was tiled in front of the devil team, covered with footprints and holes, and the original white background was no longer visible, and it was obvious that it had been ruined more than once.

"This is your first lesson, step on it, you can join them for lunch, otherwise... Don't even think about eating a grain for the next two days! ”

Liang Sanchu smiled contemptuously, he knew that this group of Japanese soldiers was sent from a concentration camp in Mandalay, and it would take a day and a night to drive from there to Sankar.

In order to save time, the people of the convoy will never give them food on the way, and these bastards are now all hungry with gold stars in their eyes.

If you don't want to step on the national flag, you can go to work directly hungry, which is not pleasant, and there is nothing to eat for the next two days, which can basically declare this person dead.

Those black-looking native overseers will never be merciful, because if the devil workers assigned to them fail to perform that day, they will also have to deduct their salaries.

Cutting off people's wealth is like killing their parents, not to mention that the civilians and natives were mistreated by the Japanese in the first two years, so they started to be more ruthless than the other, and these little devils cried and shouted their mothers every day, and there were many people who were beaten to death.

The devils began to whisper among the crowd, and fear, anger, and unwillingness spread, most of them were hesitating and entangled, and no one was willing to take the first step.

"Ma Ka Noro! Ha Ya Ku! The lieutenant scolded impatiently, and the rattan whip on his waist was instantly taken in his hand, and he pulled it down according to the few devils at the head of the row.

The little devil was beaten to the point and jumped on the spot and screamed again and again, and a few timid ones were ready to step forward.

And at this moment, a devil lieutenant couldn't stand it anymore, and saw him rush out of the team and shout loudly at the lieutenants: "そんなことをしてはいけません,これは人権に反する行為です!" ”

Liang Sanchu sneered, although he didn't understand, he knew what this little devil was calling with his ass, and he didn't let his subordinates stop it, but quietly watched this guy perform.

"我々は日本の兵士です,國際条約に従って我々捕虜を優遇してくださいますよう!"

Seeing that no one stopped him, the devil lieutenant continued to step forward and said in a loud voice to Liang Sanchu face to face.

"He said... They were soldiers of the Japanese Empire, and even if they were defeated, they should be treated with due respect, and we were asked to treat them as prisoners of war in accordance with international conventions. The lieutenant patiently translated.

Liang Sanchu stared at this unashamed devil playfully, without any expression, and was terrifyingly indifferent.

Seeing that the other party didn't pay attention, the devil lieutenant began to tremble, and actually grabbed the plaster flag on the ground inch by inch and raised it above his head, and raised his arms in front of his compatriots and shouted:

"It's dark... Onboard! The Great Japanese Empire... Onboard ......"

It's just that there are not many people in the devil team who are willing to respond to him, and most of them have a wait-and-see attitude.

Fools know that jumping out and being crazy at this time is not a lack of heart.

The smug and excited expression on his face didn't last long, and a rifle butt slammed into the back of the devil's head.

Immediately after that, several expeditionary soldiers came up with a combination of punches and kicks, which made him scream on the ground.

International conventions? What you Japanese never care about but want us to follow, what bullshit logic?

Liang Sanchu walked over and glanced at the devil lieutenant on the ground who had passed out, and he couldn't see his joy or anger.

This kind of bad-brained little devil seems to be still immersed in imperialist fantasies, and he has seen too much here, but he is just a clown jumping off the beam.

With just a wave of his hand, the two warriors dragged the devil lieutenant away like a dead dog.

Then he stripped off all his clothes, leaving only a white crotch cloth, and tied naked to a stake next to the square to make an example.

"Go, get rid of the dead bodies on the other stakes and make room for them, these grandsons probably still have a lot of people to experience."

"It's the director, I'll do it right away!" The lieutenant immediately received the order.

Seeing this, the devils did not dare to say anything anymore, and honestly stepped on the plaster flag and received their first food in the Sanka mine.

There were a few diehards like the second lieutenant just now, and without exception, all of them were beaten up by fat, and then stripped naked and tied to a stake to bask in the sun.

The sun in Myanmar in July is unusually scorching, and after half an hour of basking naked, the skin has to fall off in patches.

In addition to the scorching sun, he also had to endure the torture of running out of water and food for the rest of the day, and within a day he would go into shock due to dehydration, and he would be tied to a stake alive until he died.

Regarding the farce just now, Liang Sanchu, as the person in charge of the mining area, did not have any waves in his heart, he had long been used to it, and this was just one of his means to deal with the little devils.

The mines are all manual work, and although there are conveyor belts and transport vehicles, none of them can be touched by devils. They are only worthy of digging mines day and night with iron pickaxes, or going down to dangerous mines to carry ore.

The daily food is only enough to maintain the daily needs of the body, but the workload is extremely heavy, and the slightest carelessness will attract punches and kicks, and even work hungry without food.

Every little devil is conscientious and does not dare to slack off, 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 there is never a captive of waste people here, and the overseers will not sympathize with them.

The final destination of those who cannot work is the steelmaking blast furnace of several thousand degrees, which is burned in minutes until there is no ash left.

And those iron-headed "imperial soldiers" have long since become rotting and foul-smelling corpses on a stake, and they will not remember their "feats", but will only laugh at their indiscretion.

All can only hope for political study every night, because if they really do well, they will get some extra food and rest time, which is the only straw they can grasp.

Years later, a Japanese prisoner of war who was lucky enough to leave the Sanka mine alive shuddered involuntarily when he recalled this labor reform experience, especially the terrible one-armed man... He'll be a nightmare that will linger for the rest of his life...