Anti-Japanese War, weapons designer at Fengtian Arsenal

"Are you giving up?"

Li Weiguo asked.

Li Qinwu shook his head.

"Have you forgotten that I can open a portal and have the island space as a strong base?

Later you will send people to drill holes in the tunnel, place explosives, and blow up the tunnel. This will be equivalent to a confined space, and we can send people to mine in the space under the mine.

If the Japanese come and we want to mine again, we have to dig a mine 500 meters underground, which will take at least one or two months. Then we can have the Punishment Army attack and blow up the mine again. If we repeat this process, won’t we be able to mine underground safely all the time?"

Li Weiguo said 6, he really didn't expect that this method could be used to mine.

Li Qinwu added: "Didn't you capture 1400 devils? I'll open the portal later, and you can send these devils in and give them to the guards for training. Once they're trained, send them underground to mine for us!"

Li Qinwu felt that he seemed to have discovered a way to make money. There were many deep mines in the Northeast, and he could follow the same method and send the Punishment Army to blow up the mines. Then use the Japanese prisoners to mine underneath the mines, and he would open a portal to get the ore. This seemed like a good way to make money!

Thinking of this, he opened a huge portal in the Zhoujiatun warehouse area and asked people to transport the Japanese prisoners and spoils into the island space.

The soldiers of the punitive army immediately transported the captured spoils to the island space like ants moving house. Among them, a large number of coolies were domesticated Japanese prisoners of war. Under the influence of the great love of the instructors, these Japanese prisoners of war had already castrated themselves and turned into mechanical servants with brains.

They undertake the dirtiest, heaviest and most dangerous work, and the value they extract every day is quite generous. Now half of the Punishment Army's military expenses come from the Longlong Store, and the other half comes from these thousands of devils.

The guards also divided these devils into different levels, namely juniors, seniors, and great seniors.

The younger generation are the Japanese prisoners who have just been captured and have not yet been tamed.

The predecessors are the devils who have been tamed and can already start engaging in production activities.

The seniors are very interesting. They are the Japanese prisoners who have performed extremely well and have completely surrendered. People of this class of Japanese can already participate in the management of other prisoners.

The supervisors will no longer assign them heavy tasks, will no longer feed them dragon fruit, and they will not even be insulted. Each senior is in charge of one to two hundred seniors, and their only task is to ensure that their teams can complete the output assigned to them by the supervisors.

Every soldier in the senior class worked very hard, hoping to become a great senior one day, but up to now, there were only 23 great seniors under the supervisor, and only the completely obedient soldiers could be selected by the supervisor to enter the senior class.

In order to become great seniors, the captives of the senior class fought hard, worked hard, fawned on the supervisors, and pretended to be submissive. But no matter how they acted, the supervisors did not choose them.

The seniors were puzzled. Why couldn’t they be selected no matter how hard they tried? What were the promotion criteria for disciplining this demon?

In fact, the promotion standard is very simple. The supervisor is equipped with the Heart Steel. He will switch among the devils from time to time. If he sees a devil without the Heart Steel mark on his body, it proves that the devil has surrendered from the bottom of his heart, and he will upgrade him to a senior.

So no matter how submissive the Japs pretend to be on the surface or how hard they work, once the steel in their hearts is refreshed, all their efforts are in vain.

1400 Japanese prisoners were escorted into the huge portal. They were shocked and looked at the scene on the other side of the portal, calling it a creation of God.

As soon as the Japanese prisoners stepped into the portal, their originally extremely cold bodies instantly became hot. The cotton-padded jackets that used to make people feel cold no matter how thick they wore in Northeast China now made them sweat in less than 10 seconds.

They confirmed that this was not an illusion and knelt down and kowtowed. In fact, the discipline training had already begun here. The first lesson was to use the magical skill of the portal to exert psychological pressure on the devils.

The second lesson immediately follows.

The Japanese prisoners were kneeling on the ground and kowtowing, when suddenly, a hundred or so bald men wearing white clothes with "Senior" and "Senior" written on the front and back rushed over. They were waving whips and spirit infusion sticks in their hands and beating up the kneeling Japanese prisoners.

"Bakayalu, from now on all of you are little Bakas, remember this! Otherwise you will all die! Now call yourselves little Bakas!!"

The bald men in white clothes were like a group of lunatics. They rushed into the group of Japanese prisoners and started beating and scolding them. In an instant, the place was filled with wailing, and many people began to call themselves "little bastards."

This is the second lesson in disciplining and taming the devils, using people of the same ethnic group to intimidate them and classify them.

The Japanese prisoners were suddenly beaten and humiliated, so of course some of them would be stubborn. At this moment, one of them was knocked to the ground by the whip of the senior. He did not shout that he was a bastard like the others, but cursed angrily: "Baka! You damn guys, you are also from Japan, right? How can you kill your own people! You damn traitors, you will never reach Amaterasu even if you die!!"

This made a senior laugh out loud, and he pointed his whip at the stubborn Japanese soldier.

"Nonsense, we are not from Benzi at all! We are from the Baga tribe! I'm warning you, you are a Baga now! Call yourself Little Baga!"

Not only did the stubborn prisoner refuse to surrender, he spat a mouthful of thick phlegm at the senior.

The senior did not dodge or evade, but just used his body to catch the thick phlegm. Not only was he not angry, but a smile appeared on his face.

Next is the third lesson, killing the chicken to scare the monkey.

This senior suddenly exploded and kicked the tough guy in the chest. The tough guy screamed and fell to the ground.

But he was a tough guy. After being kicked hard, he actually wanted to stand up and resist. However, his hands and feet were handcuffed with ceramic steel gloves, and he suddenly lost his strength and couldn't get up at all.

While he was lying on the ground, the senior raised his whip and used it on him with a series of five lightning whips. The sound of the whip hitting the flesh and the screams of the tough Japanese soldier resounded throughout the venue. The surrounding Japanese prisoners watched this scene in horror.

The senior had no intention of stopping at all. He swung the whip with great vigor and the snapping sounds continued.

The tough-minded Japanese soldier regretted it now. He should not have taken off his winter clothes because of the heat. Now the whip hit his body and cracked his flesh. The pain made him lose strength on the spot.

“Ahhh!! Stop hitting me, stop hitting me, I’m a little Baka, I’m a little Baka!”

Hard Bone couldn't bear the pain anymore and started to call himself Little Baka. However, now he was the chicken to be killed to scare the monkeys. The senior wouldn't stop at all and continued to swing the whip.

Five minutes later, the senior finally stopped. He was panting and sweating, almost exhausted to death, and there was a bloody corpse on the ground.