Super Dictator

"Brother Xiu Cai, what's wrong? Is your fever still lingering?"

Seeing that Wei Jichen had not spoken for a long time, Hu Zi couldn't help but asked in a low voice, and while speaking, he came over with his hands.

"It's okay, let's go eat."

Wei Jichen, who was expressing his determination, was interrupted by Hu Zi's question. He couldn't help but roll his eyes at him, struggled to stand up and said.

Wei Jichen was originally a man of tenacity, and after dying again, he had already seen through all the situations in the world, so he was not very panicked.

They come, the security.

Wei Jichen sighed secretly. Although the matter seemed so ridiculous, it was obviously not the time to pursue complaints. The most important thing now was how to escape from this dark prison camp.

Huzi and another old soldier lifted him up and walked out with a light kick and a heavy kick.

Only then did Wei Jichen have time to look at the surrounding environment. This dark and damp dungeon held about fifty soldiers, most of whom were languid. Some of them were even lying on the ground. They didn't even move to eat, and they didn't know whether they were dead or alive. .

A faint ray of sunlight filtered in from the window several meters high, but it made people feel no warmth at all.

Wei Jichen checked carefully with his eyes. Not only was the window far from the ground, but it was also very narrow, with a big opening for the head. Even so, there were two iron bars on it. Obviously, if you want to climb out of the window, unless you know how to Bone Shrinking Kung Fu, otherwise there is no need to think about it.

Apparently, this place was originally a prison, but now it was temporarily used by the Japanese as a place to hold captives.

Wei Jichen's guess was correct. This was the prison in Jiulian City, which was temporarily used by the Japanese as a place to hold captives.

Walking to the door of the prison, Wei Jichen found that the prison was very large, with more than a dozen cells, and nearly fifty prisoners were held in each cell. According to a rough estimate, there were five to six hundred Chinese prisoners detained here alone. Soldier.

Fortunately, there are still a few cells holding only a few people. This is certainly not because the Japanese have good intentions and treat these people with special eyes. It must be that the Japanese are waiting for the prisons to be full, and then they may transfer the prisoners to the rear at once. , maybe North Korea, maybe shipped directly back to Japan.

Wei Jichen was secretly frightened. It seemed that he had to hurry up and think about how to escape. If he was transported back to the rear by the Japanese, he would have to work as a slave to mine and build roads, not even a slave. The courtiers of the Qing Dynasty would not do it for They, the prisoners, paid even a little bit of money.

The door of each cell is surrounded by thick iron bars, and then locked tightly with a large lock. Only the hand and the sand bowl can be stretched out between each iron bar of the cell door.

Two arrogant Japanese soldiers brought a bucket of porridge and placed it at the door of the cell. They were scooping a bowl of porridge into the sand bowl sticking out of the cell door.

Wei Jichen now finally understood why most of the soldiers were so weak and weak, because the bottom of the porridge was clearly visible, with a few pieces of green vegetables floating on it, and the wooden barrel also gave off a rancid smell to the surroundings. The porridge could be drunk as water. .

Naturally, the Japanese would not waste food on these prisoners. They would not let everyone eat until they were full and then cause trouble. They would eat two plain porridges a day and just hang everyone's lives.

People are like iron, and food is like steel. After three meals without food, Wei Jichen was starving. Wei Jichen learned from the memory of the original owner of the body that he and others had been imprisoned for more than ten days.

At first, there were still some people who had the strength to curse in prison, but later on, most of the prisoners found it difficult to even stand up. If this continues, Wei Jichen may starve to death before he even thinks of an escape idea.

The whole prison was filled with a rotten and gloomy smell. The prisoners like Wei Jichen seemed to have lost their souls. They numbly rushed to the prison door, numbly picked up the sand bowl, and numbly poured the porridge into their mouths.

In contrast, the Japanese soldiers shouted arrogantly.

And he seemed to be talking specifically to these prisoners, talking in Chinese with a strange accent.

"Oda, look at these Chinese pigs. They only know how to lie down and sleep when they are full. What a waste of food from our Japanese Empire."

These grains were obviously stolen from the Chinese by the Japanese. When did they become the grains of the Japanese Empire? The shameless are indeed invincible.

"Yes, these Chinese pigs are like frightened little rabbits when they fight. They run as fast as they can. If our soldiers from the Empire of Japan weren't as agile as hunting dogs, we really wouldn't be able to catch them."

The two Japanese talked loudly and arrogantly for a while, trying their best to slander the Chinese.

"Baga, you stupid pig, do you think I haven't seen you eat a bowl? You still want to fish in troubled waters! You are seeking death!"

The Japanese suddenly stopped talking, and the little Japanese named Xiao Tian suddenly rose up, grabbed the wrist of a prisoner in the prison, and violently pulled him out, while shouting loudly.

The prisoner banged against the iron door with a clang, blood streaming from his face. Xiaotian pulled him back while kicking him inside with his feet.

"Sir, sir, I was wrong! I was wrong!" the prisoner cried pleadingly.

"Idiot, looking for death."

When Xiaotian heard the pleading, instead of letting him go, he pulled and twisted harder.

There was a click, and the sound of broken bones resounded in the prison and spread far away, followed by a miserable scream that pierced the cell.

Wei Jichen looked up and saw that the prisoner's arm had been broken off, exposing his bones. His clothes were soaked in blood, and he fell to the ground struggling and rolling.

The other prisoners in the prison all had expressions of fear and intolerance, but no one dared to step forward to persuade him.

The eyes of Hu Zi who was holding Wei Jichen seemed to be spitting out fire. He glared fiercely at the Japanese soldiers and took a step forward, as if he wanted to go forward and reason.

Wei Jichen quickly stopped him in a cold voice: "Huzi, lower your head! Don't interfere."

"Brother Xiucai!"

Huzi let out a cry of grief and anger.

"Don't say more!" Wei Jichen scolded firmly.

As a sentry officer, Wei Jichen commanded about a hundred people, and Huzi was one of his eight senior officers.

On the other side was Wei Jichen, and the one with a slightly older face was his other commander, Deng Dapeng.

When Deng Dapeng heard Wei Jichen's words, he pulled Huzi's clothes tightly and said softly: "A small impatience will ruin a big plan. Listen to the scholar."

Huzi turned away unwillingly, unable to bear to see the miserable condition of the prisoner.

The little devil proudly raised his head and chest, and continued to yell into the cell: "I think you pigs deserve a beating. If any of you look at it again, I will dig out your eyeballs and serve them as food for dinner."

Humiliating and beating captives is the fun of these Japanese people.

All the prisoners lowered their heads, carefully concealing the panic and anger in their eyes.

Wei Jichen also lowered his head and gritted his teeth. He was about to turn around and leave when a crisp female voice suddenly came to his ears.

"Warning, warning! A life form with a friendliness level of -10 appears within five meters of the host."

If the voice hadn't been loud and clear and ringing right in his ears, Wei Jichen would have almost thought he heard it wrong.

what's the situation?

Wei Jichen looked around suspiciously.

Not to mention women, even a female creature is difficult to find in this cell.

Could it be that it was an auditory hallucination just now, a fantasy that occurred when I was extremely hungry.

Wei Jichen shook his head, trying to wake himself up.

"Warning, warning, the host's physical strength is lower than 40% of normal, which is seriously insufficient. Please replenish physical strength in time."

Another series of clear and emotionless female voices sounded in Wei Jichen's ears.