Crossing North Korea, I became a US soldier, and my opponent was my grandfather.

The Japanese can still see the situation clearly. If they don't go, they will die. As long as there is a way to survive, they don't want to die.

Some Japanese people would also think like this: After all, our worthless lives are still useful. People like Nomura are pampered and fat, but the United States thinks that their survival will only waste food, so they turn them into feed.

Seeing that the Japanese had all reached a consensus, Qiao Youzhi said to Roy, "Let's execute the next plan." Then he went outside and made a phone call.

Roy walked to the door and ordered the Japanese, led by Nakamoto, "Take off all your clothes and throw them in the corner. All of you, I will give you new clothes immediately."

Nakamoto took the lead and walked to the corner where the yellow water was flowing and took off his clothes.

After they were done, Roy glanced at them and was about to draw his gun again in anger. Nakamoto was so scared that he quickly bent down and bowed, a standard 90-degree plus: "Sir, we've all taken off our clothes."

"Bullshit, what is that piece of cloth!"

Nakamoto was a little embarrassed: "I have to take this off too?"

"I mean everything, everything." Roy was particularly annoyed at talking nonsense with them.

Nakamoto knew that he was not in a position to negotiate terms at this point, so he took off his loincloth and threw it on the ground.

The Japanese stood naked in several rows. Roy opened the door and American soldiers dragged in more than a dozen water pipes.

Roy ordered: "Take a shower quickly, and I will give you new clothes in half an hour." After that, he closed the door and went out. When he saw Qiao Youzhi, he said: "Major, why do these Japanese monkeys have a special liking for that piece of cloth in their crotches?"

Qiao Youzhi laughed: "How should I know?"

"Captain George, what do you want these Japanese for?"

"It's useful. There are a lot of casualties on the battlefield. The appearance of our American soldiers is too different from that of Oriental people. We need people with the same face to perform some tasks."

Qiao Youzhi's words sounded very eloquent, and Roy believed them to be true.

Half an hour later, Roy walked into the military camp. The Japanese had already finished washing and immediately stood up straight when they saw Roy coming in.

Qiao Youzhi also came in and shouted to the American soldiers outside: "Move in."

A team of American soldiers brought in rubber mats and sets of clothes.

While taking a shower, Nakamoto and the others drank a bellyful of cold water, feeling much more energetic than before. They collected their clothes in order and walked aside to change.

Nakamoto checked the clothes he received and asked Roy in confusion, "Sir, there is no loincloth?"

Roy hated that piece of cloth the most and was so angry that he wanted to draw his gun again: "You are mentally ill. The US military does not have that thing. You are not allowed to wear it in the future."

Nakamoto pinched himself and thought he shouldn't talk too much.

The Japanese put on their clothes and lined up again.

The American soldiers brought two buckets of winter melon soup and two buckets of rice.

The Japanese man shed tears of excitement, walked to Qiao Youzhi, bowed deeply, and then went to get his meal.

Qiao Youzhi thought to himself: Don’t thank me.

That night, Nakamoto and others were loaded onto a truck, taken to the port, and then loaded onto a ship.

After daybreak, they arrived at the southern port of the peninsula. The US military unloaded the supplies, and waited until dark to unload Nakamoto and others. A team of armed Eastern soldiers escorted them onto the bus and drove on a dark road.

The Japanese were a little uneasy. Where were they going to take it? Would they never be able to return?

Some consoled us: "No way, if they wanted to kill us, they wouldn't have dragged us here."

Most are still anxious.

The truck entered a factory-turned-barracks.

Nakamoto and others walked into a row of houses and saw that there was a kang, which was quite warm. Their anxious mood was relieved.

Suddenly, Nakamoto's heart jumped into his throat again, and he heard the voice of the soldier standing guard outside the window: "Gentlemen, the people standing guard outside are Chinese."

Some soldiers serving in China came to the window, their hearts sank: "It's the voice of Chinese people, why is it them?"

The Japanese were furious: "How can we have a good ending if we fall into their hands?"

"It's over. They will definitely settle accounts."

After staying for more than half an hour, the Chinese patrolled outside and did not enter the house. Nakamoto comforted himself: "They are also working for the US military. Without the US military's order, they dare not touch us."

After a while, the group of Chinese soldiers with guns brought baskets of black cakes, which made no one appetite.

The Japanese were the exception. They had been hungry on the boat for another day and they wanted to take a bite of bricks when they saw them.

The bread didn’t look good, but it was food after all. As soon as the food delivery guy left, he grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth.

After chewing a bite, I found it really hard to swallow. In order to swallow it, I had to take a few breaths and muster up strength, and my throat was sore.

"What is this? Is this for human consumption?" a Japanese man shouted angrily.

Onoda took the pancake, studied it carefully for a while and said, "It seems to be mixed flour. When we were in China, we gave this stuff to the Chinese people."

Zhong Ben asked: "Mixed noodles, what's in it?"

"Bran, husks, broken bones, all sorts of things."

"No food?"

"How can we give them food?" Onoda said confidently. He put the black cake into his mouth, chewed it twice, and spit out something. Everyone looked and found that it was carbon slag in the ashes.

Onoda was furious: "Why are you giving us this to eat!"

Nakamoto sighed, helpless: "Now that we have fallen into their hands, what can we do? They are openly seeking revenge. Just be patient, Commander George will be back soon."

While chewing the black pancake, the aroma of meat wafted over and I heard the voices of Han people talking.

Someone who understood explained: "Damn Han people, they are actually eating hot pot. These scumbags are now climbing over our heads. Back then, they were only fit to carry our shoes!"

After hearing this, the Japanese became dejected and depressed.

He stuffed two black pancakes into his stomach and fell asleep on the kang.

This place is where Yang Yongjiang's troops are stationed.

A few days ago, a US Army second lieutenant conveyed Qiao Youzhi's words and cleaned up some houses for the Japanese to live in.

Yang Yongjiang was very angry. He wanted to take care of these bastards. He asked the American lieutenant: "Do you only provide accommodation?"

The American second lieutenant smiled and said, "At least they provide two meals."

Yang Yongjiang was originally unwilling to take care of it.

One of his subordinates suggested: "We have to take care of it, and also provide them with good food."

Yang Yongjiang agreed only after he heard the hidden meaning in the words.

His men collected leftovers from the Han army's camp nearby. The best ingredient was bran from a nearby pig farm. They couldn't find rice husks, so they found some corn cobs, crushed them and mixed them in. Finally, a soldier put in a shovel of ash and made a pot of pancakes.

Around noon the next day, Yang Yongjiang's soldiers came in to check, saw that there were still cakes in the basket, and left.

The Japanese were still waiting for their meals, and Onoda asked, "Why don't you give us anything to eat?" This guy can speak Chinese.

Yang Yongjiang's soldiers pointed at the cakes in the basket.

Onoda understood: "If we don't finish these, there will be no new food to eat."

There is no way. The Japanese assigned the task and everyone had to eat a few, unconditionally.

Some Japanese people became hoarse after eating, and they coughed and vomited blood, but they finally finished eating.

I was looking forward to eating something else in the evening, but ended up having this kind of pancake.

Onoda was furious and yelled at the soldier on guard: "Why are you still eating this?"

The Chinese soldier smiled and asked, "Do you want to eat meat?"

Onoda was stunned for a moment: "Of course."

Yang Yongjiang's soldiers laughed, looked at the Japanese in the house, pointed at a fatter one, called five or six soldiers, and captured him.

The Japanese present did not react: What does that mean?