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

Yes, to put it simply, it's to re-replenish the Secret Service.

There is no way, in the battle of Yangcun, the casualties of Yamamoto's special team were too great, the original system was directly disabled, Yamamoto's heart was dripping blood, and the members of the elite special team that he had worked hard to form and train directly lost forty-six people, including even the ace sniper Shadow.

Fortunately, in the three caves of the cunning rabbit, Kazuki Yamamoto has put a lot of effort into replenishing the reserve soldiers of the secret service team.

Of course, he also considered the situation of the reduction of the Secret Service.

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

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

Somewhere in the Niutou Mountain, one of the places where the reservists of the Yamamoto Special Forces trained with live prisoners of war for combat training, there was a hidden prisoner of war camp built by the devils to provide prisoners of war for the training of the Yamamoto Special Forces.

The building structure of this prisoner of war camp is simple, a large courtyard enclosed by a high wall, but at the four corners of this rectangular compound, there are lookouts built by devils, and there are devils with machine guns set up on the lookout, providing high-altitude fire strikes at any time to ensure that the prisoners of war in the camp will not riot.

In addition, the exit from the POW camp compound is guarded by heavily armed devil sentries at all times.

The entire POW camp was heavily guarded.

At this moment, a group of people in different clothes, unkempt, and vegetable-looking gathered in the compound of the prisoner of war camp, and judging from the general clothing, it seemed that they were soldiers of the national army.

There were thirty-three of them, and it could be seen that their faces were also full of confusion about the sudden appearance here, and they didn't understand what these little devils were going to do.

There was a commotion in the crowd, and the soldiers looked up and looked around, and they were greeted by the devil's machine guns.

The devils on the alert next to him pointed their guns at these soldiers, their eyes indifferent, silent as a piece of wood.

There was talk in the crowd, and the soldiers were speculating about the devil's intentions in bringing them here suddenly.

A voice said, "Monk, what did you say this little devil suddenly transferred us from the mine?" ”

The person who was questioned was a young man, with a very strong body, more than 1.8 meters tall, which was the height of the crowd among these soldiers.

The most impressive thing was the thick eyebrows and big eyes embedded in the young man's square face, and the rebelliousness and unyielding that spontaneously came when frowning, which was very different from the numbness and despair that appeared on the faces of the soldiers around him.

This person's name is Wei Dayong, this year is not yet 18 years old, it is said that he is a native of Dengfeng, Henan, he has been a monk in Shaolin Temple for ten years, and has practiced a good martial arts, but young people are so ruthless and brave, because they often fight with a martial arts, and they violated the precepts, and later they were driven out of Shaolin Temple by the abbot and defected to the elder brother who was a company commander in the Central Army.

Relying on his martial arts, fighting bravely, and not afraid of death, Wei Dayong was soon promoted to the sergeant squad leader of the 27th Division of the National Army.

As a result, the Chinese army was defeated at the Battle of Xinkou, and Wei Dayong was captured because of his wounds.

To this day, Wei Dayong has been in the devil's concentration camp for almost three years.

The devil's concentration camp was captured and many prisoners were taken one after another, including those of the central army and the local army.

During the period of captivity, devils often came to the concentration camp to persuade the captives to surrender, saying that as long as they were willing to join the Imperial Alliance Army and be loyal to the Japanese emperor, they could leave the camp and live a life of food and clothing.

The soldiers of the Nationalist Army, who were captured together with Wei Wei Dayong, were also scornful of the devil's persuasion to surrender at first, but with the suffering and torture in the concentration camp, some people soon wavered.

The soldiers of the national army around Wei Dayong are decreasing day by day.

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

There are companions who are ready to surrender to the devil and become a puppet army to persuade Wei Dayong.

"Monk, there is no hope, don't insist, you can only stay in this dark concentration camp until you die, it's better to vote for a devil, at least there is a way to live."

As a result, Wei Dayong scolded: "I am the Central Army, how can I not even have this backbone?" Let me be a traitor, it's better to let me die. ”

Because of this bold statement, Wei Dayong also became a prisoner, a "banner" of the Central Army, and many soldiers of the Central Army originally hesitated, because of Wei Dayong's arrogance and determination, but they persevered together and did not choose to surrender.

Naturally, the little devils will not let these prisoners of war who insist on not surrendering have a good time.

Black beans and bran, not to mention how poor the quality is, only one meal a day, sometimes not even a meal, and they have to be whipped by devils, driven to mine, tortured all day with blood stains, and then stuffed into this cramped and dirty concentration camp cell at night.

The torment 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, and in the end, there were only two people left.

The one who was talking to Wei Dayong in front of him was one of them, his real name seemed to be Liu Dan or something, Wei Dayong couldn't remember clearly, he only knew that this guy seemed to be the deputy platoon commander of the artillery company of the national army, and it was said that the artillery skills were first-class, in his own words, he also fought a German-made 150mm heavy howitzer, which was an artifact of the country, and he was hung on his lips all day long.

Wei Dayong simply gave people a nickname, called "howitzer".

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

Because of their similar ambitions and backbone, they have been holding out in the concentration camp for nearly three years and never choosing to surrender, so the three of them walked together and became friends in the prisoner of war camp.

Back in front of him, after the howitzer finished asking, the monk pursed his lips and replied: "Who knows, I don't understand the thoughts of beasts?" ”

"It's hard to say that it's going to gather us here and shoot us!" The howitzer said, his words with some regret, "It's a pity, I haven't played with a real heavy howitzer yet!" ”

Dong San on the side leaned over with his old face, wanting to persist in the concentration camp, he couldn't do it without an optimistic attitude, he grinned, "Howitzer, didn't you say you fought it?" ”

A pun intended.

The howitzer smiled bitterly: "What about amusing you, do you believe it?" The heavy howitzer is a national heavy weapon, and the soldiers of the heavy artillery regiment have a chance to touch it, how can it be my turn! ”

"Dare you, you used to brag?"

"People are going to die, what's the point of bragging?"

"No, you crow's mouth, don't let you be right, the devil really gathered us here and shot us!"

The monk glared at the two of them, "You two cowards, what's the matter, are you afraid?" ”

The howitzer scolded: "The head is off but the bowl has a big scar, if you are afraid, you should be afraid three years ago, monk, you kid speak politely, Lao Tzu is a platoon commander, do you know the second lieutenant?" This is an officer, like you boy, a soldier. ”