Anti-Japanese War, weapons designer at Fengtian Arsenal

When the other Japanese prisoners saw that someone had been killed, they were so frightened that they knelt on the ground with their heads down.

If the punishment soldiers were used to commit violence, the effect would be much worse. However, if their own people were used, the Japanese prisoners would surrender very quickly. This is the same regardless of the country or nationality. The guards are also well aware of human nature, so they designed this.

After the show of force, these devils were dragged into a huge open-air barracks on the island, where they will undergo a one-month transformation. In the future, all of them will be worked to death within three years. In order to prevent them from causing any trouble in these three years, this one-month transformation is particularly important.

The wall of the open-air barracks is 10 meters high and the area is about the size of a football field. After continuous land reclamation day and night, the island now covers an area of ​​more than 1 acres, with various residential and factory buildings standing in between. Land reclamation is still continuing on the edge of the island. A portal is opened on the seashore, and hundreds of bulldozers are constantly pushing large rocks and mud into the sea, leaving a space the size of a football field, which is more than enough for a concentration camp.

The Japanese prisoners were required to take off their shoes and stand in a square formation. The hardened ground of the concentration camp was very hot under the scorching sun. The Japanese prisoners immediately grimaced when they stood on it barefoot. They were all badly burned.

The senior stood on a high platform so that all the Japanese prisoners could see him. He roared loudly: "I am Senior No. 1, and I am here to supervise you. We, the seniors, are your big brothers. If you have any questions, you can ask us. We will tell you kindly. Now let's start counting, starting with you!"

Senior No. 1 pointed at the Japanese soldier at the front of the row. The Japanese soldier suddenly realized and shouted one. The next Japanese soldiers shouted two, three, and four, and so on until the last Japanese soldier shouted 1412. Then all the Japanese soldiers had finished counting.

Senior No. 1 was satisfied with their obedience and continued, “From now on, you will not have names but only numbers, and the number you just reported is your number.

You are Little Baga No. 1, you are Little Baga No. 2, you are Little Baga No. 3, everyone must remember your number, otherwise the seniors will kindly feed you dragon fruit!

Don't think about anything when you come here, don't ask anything, your only task is to obey orders. If you do well, you will become a senior like me. If you don't do well, the disciplinary adults will love you personally. Learn more about the fully automatic snack machine.

Believe me, the love of discipline is very heavy, you can't bear it, so you must not be lazy! "

The captives were dazed, still confused about how they came from the ice and snow to the hot summer. Their minds were in a mess. They had just been beaten up when they landed and had witnessed their companions being killed, so they were all very quiet.

Senior No. 1 nodded and began the fourth lesson of the training, erasure of shame.

The so-called erasure of shame means exactly what it sounds like, to eliminate the devil's sense of shame and destroy their personality. The specific method sounds a bit ridiculous, but it is quite useful in actual testing, making them sing and dance.

Senior No. 1 coughed and shouted loudly, "Start now! Everyone follow me and sing together. I sing a line and you sing a line. I make a move and you make a move. If anyone dares not to sing or does not make the moves correctly, they will be fed dragon fruit!"

All the Japanese prisoners perked up and looked at the senior, fearing that they would make a mistake and eat the dragon fruit.

Senior No. 1 coughed, then suddenly raised his hands to his chest and scratched forward like a cat.

"Meow~One, two, three~Meow~Arigato~

Meow~one, two, three~meow~arigado~"

More than 1400 Japanese soldiers were petrified, looking at a bald guy meowing there and licking his hands from time to time, as if his hands really became cat paws. Everyone present was disgusted.

After Senior No. 1 finished singing a song, he found that none of the devils present danced with him. He was immediately furious and took out the whip at his waist and pointed it at them and yelled: "Baga! You all don't sing and dance, you need to be punished!"

The hundreds of bald men in white standing on one side moved. They rushed into the square formation with whips and spirit-injecting sticks, and beat the Japanese prisoners to death, making them wail and scream.

More than half an hour later, the senior in white stopped beating and scolded the bruised and swollen Japanese soldiers to line up again.

Senior No. 1 said loudly: "Younger generations, please be obedient and don't make things difficult for the seniors. As the younger generations, you just need to be obedient. As the seniors, we have more to consider. It's just a dance, it's not that difficult. Come, let's dance again.

Meow~One, two, three~Meow~Arigato~

Meow~one, two, three~meow~arigado~"

In order to avoid eating the dragon fruit, the Japanese prisoners began to imitate the senior No. 1 and dance and sing. The meow meow meow sound resounded throughout the venue, and the scene was once very bizarre.

Amid the devilish meows, the Japanese prisoners felt overwhelmed with shame, and I don't know how many of them had their sense of shame completely gone because of the meows.

The seniors began to come in and correct their dancing posture and pronunciation.

"I told you to meow, not hehe! Change your pronunciation for me."

"Hands! Put your hands up, as soft and cute as cat's paws. I'm talking about cat's paws! Yours are chicken paws!"

"When you sing, you have to tilt your head, close one eye and open the other, and then stick out your tongue to lick your cat paw. Do you understand? Fuck you, it's cute, not adorable!"

Under the care and spiritual training of their predecessors, the Japanese prisoners made rapid progress. When senior No. 1 danced for the 10th time, everyone pronounced "meow meow meow" correctly and their dance moves were quite charming. At first glance, the movements of the square formation of more than 1400 people were so unified. Oh no, it was more than 1200 people. The smoky voices and dance moves of 200 Japanese prisoners could not be corrected, and they had been sent to Meow Planet for further study.

After dancing for so long, Senior No. 1 was also very tired. He ordered everyone to stop singing and dancing and wiped the sweat from his face. They jumped and danced under such a strong sun. Many people fell down due to heatstroke and were sent to Meow Star for further training. Other Japanese prisoners did not want to go to Meow Star, so they persisted.

Senior No. 1 saw their performance and was deeply moved when he saw Minasan doing this. He suddenly burst into tears and then reached out and clenched his fist and hit his chest.

"Mina-san!"

The Japanese prisoners, who were almost exhausted, looked at this lunatic, wondering what kind of crazy he was going to do next.

"I am so moved. Everyone is working so hard. I am really happy from the bottom of my heart. From now on, everyone is a woodcutter! I hope everyone works hard and becomes a senior soon. Then I can rest assured!"

The Japanese prisoners were all confused. Why did they feel that the guy in front of them was not normal? Was this idiot crazy?

In fact, who among those who can become seniors is a normal person? Can there be a normal person who can submit from the bottom of his heart and pass the test of the steel of the heart?

Senior No. 1 burst into tears, and everyone felt like vomiting the food they had yesterday. Everyone looked at him silently, hoping that they could take a short break. If they continued like this, they would be exhausted to death.