Anti-Japanese War, weapons designer at Fengtian Arsenal

"Hayi!"

The Japanese soldiers kowtowed to the ground in unison and shouted slogans in unison.

The man in black was very satisfied with this and shouted cheerfully, "Gentlemen! What are you doing here?!"

"Hayi!! We are stupid dwarfs who have been brainwashed by the human war criminal emperor and his anti-human government! We are deeply sinful!"

"What should you do?"

“Private Marseille, Red Bean Paste Private Marseille!

We are guilty and we must atone for our sins!

We accept management, we don’t run away, we don’t complain, we don’t sleep in, we don’t eat too much, we want to work! Work! Work! Work…”

The Japs shouted very loudly and in unison, obviously having been trained many times. Fear flashed in their eyes when they shouted, for they knew that if their voices were too soft or not in unison, they would face long-term corporal punishment.

The slogans they shouted were considered treasonous to the soldiers who had received imperial education. It was not that no one had resisted, but this black-clad devil tore a colleague who had shouted resistance into pieces in front of them, and then resurrected him again. No one dared to shout anymore.

Now they have been completely domesticated into livestock. No one wants to have their intestines pulled out, then be healed, and then be forced to eat their own intestines. The above method is just the most merciful punishment of the black-clad devil.

The man in black nodded with satisfaction, and suddenly stamped his feet. The steel soles of his shoes made a dull thud as they stepped on the wooden board, and he yelled, "Then get to work! From now on, you will work from 7:00 a.m. to 11: p.m. every day! No laziness allowed! Go and atone your sins quickly!"

"Hayi!"

The Japs shouted in unison again, then stood up from the ground and operated the machine with shackles on. They moved quickly and operated the machine skillfully. The rubber heated into liquid was put into the machine and pressed into rubber tire blanks. The blanks were sent to the vulcanizing machine for heating and pressurization, and anti-slip grooves were engraved on the tread. Finally, these rubber tires were stored in a corner, waiting to be transported into the island space.

The processing produced a large amount of poisonous gas, and many Japanese soldiers were coughing and couldn't even open their eyes. But they didn't dare to slow down their actions at all. If they made a mistake, they would be punished more severely.

What these devils didn't know was that when they arrived at this rubber processing factory located in the primeval forest, their lives began to countdown. The Punitive Army would not provide them with masks. These people would die from various lung diseases after working for half a year to a year at most, and then they would have paid for their crime of invading this land.

Looking at these devils working diligently, the man in black felt extremely relieved. This man used to be a member of the special operations team. He was the one who climbed onto the train and proposed to capture the devils as labor.

He was against the physical destruction of the enemy, and instead thought of treating them as resources, making the best use of their value and allowing them to build to make up for past destruction.

"The devils are the productive force."

At that time, he found Li Qinwu and said this, then applied to be transferred out of the special operations team, personally tamed the devils, and practiced how to transform the devils into productive forces!

Li Qinwu readily agreed, with only one request: no escape must occur. Both the portal and redemption were to be kept secret from the public. If a prison break occurred, all the captives would be killed.

The man in black said he understood and said he would never let the Japanese go beyond the wall.

In order to tame the devils and make them obey, he asked Li Songwen, who was studying at the university, to find history books and learn various criminal laws from them. He also asked Li Qinwu to cooperate with him in using redemption. In less than half a month, this group of devils who kept shouting and cursing were tamed into obedient little quails, and they even verbally insulted the emperor and stepped on the Japanese national flag.

The former special forces soldier enjoyed the process so much that he gave up his original name and asked everyone to call him "Discipline".

The supervisor is very satisfied with his current life. Although being in the special forces is also very exciting, seeing this black factory churning out products at almost no cost makes him feel like he is printing money with a printing machine.

It won't be long before the construction team will open larger and more factories next to it. They will slowly build larger vulcanization workshops, hydropower stations, and more rubber processing workshops.

The war would bring him hundreds or even thousands of prisoners of war, who had almost no maintenance costs and could produce goods at no cost.

While he was daydreaming, two special forces soldiers came up to him and greeted him: "Hey Li Dazhuang, what's up? You look so happy!"

The rustic name Li Dazhuang made the supervisor angry.

"I told you to let me discipline you!"

The two special forces soldiers looked at each other and burst into laughter.

"Okay Li Da Zhuang, no problem Li Da Zhuang!"

The supervisor was angry.

"How dare you laugh at me? Li Tieniu! Li Erzhu!"

The three of them were silent at the same time. They were all bad at naming. When Li Qinwu created them, he gave the best names to the first few clones, such as Li Jianfeng, Li Weiguo, and Li Songwen. This drained the little ink in his belly, and the names that followed began to become less urbanized.

Li Qinwu asked them to come up with their own names, but they had no choice because the bad naming habit is hereditary and there is no cure.

The three of them were silent for a while, and the supervisor asked first: "What's the matter? Didn't you two go to scout the resistance forces?"

Talking about business, the two special forces soldiers also became serious.

"We found out that the resistance forces were a mixed bag, mostly local farmers, bandits who ruled the mountains, and guerrillas seeking independence.

These people came together because of the oppression of the colonists, colluded with each other, and then launched attacks on the colonists' gathering places, factories, and military bases. "

Discipline suddenly dawned on me.

"No wonder the French didn't react even though we were demolishing the factory for so long. It turns out they were too busy to do anything."

The two special forces soldiers nodded and shook their heads.

"That's right, but this large-scale rebellion was a complete failure. As far as I know, the local resistance gathered 20,000 to 30,000 people, but they were divided into hundreds of organizations, connected in an alliance-like structure. They were not directly affiliated with each other, and their strength could not be gathered at all. It was put down in less than a week."

The instructor laughed.

"The uprising of tens of thousands of people was not even recorded in later generations. You can imagine how valuable it is. Southeast Asian soldiers are world-famous for their low desire to attack. It was only after they received our military guidance that they got better. In the end, they used it against us."

The special forces soldier continued, “Almost all the resistance forces failed in this uprising, except for the group that robbed the rubber factory with us.

They took advantage of us. This group of people was the only successful resistance force. Their leader was a guy named Khun Sa. I don't know who said that the destruction of the rubber factory was all thanks to Khun Sa, and it was his command that led to this victory.

This Khun Sa has integrated dozens of teams, and people keep joining him. The number of people in the team he controls has exceeded 2000. We think he has some value. It is up to you to decide how to deal with him. "