Anti-Japanese War, weapons designer at Fengtian Arsenal

Senior No. 1 wiped away his tears and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Mina-san, you have worked hard. Next, please drink some water. Make sure you drink enough meow~"

When the Japanese prisoners heard that there was water to drink, they all became more energetic.

The seniors in white came to the crowd dragging a trailer with clean water on it. The seniors held a scoop and fed them one by one, just like feeding a dog, and occasionally poured a spoonful of water on their heads to cool them down.

The sweet water flowed down the throat into the stomach, and the water poured on the head also removed the high temperature, making all the Japanese soldiers feel alive. At this moment, some of the Japanese soldiers even felt grateful.

More than half an hour later, all the Japanese prisoners had drunk water and felt their energy restored. They turned their eyes to the senior No. 1 standing on the podium, hoping that he would let them rest next.

Their minds are really confused now, and they have consumed so much physical energy. They need to stop and think about their current situation.

However, Senior No. 1's next words sent them all to hell.

"Mina-san, now that you've all had some water, you must be feeling refreshed. In that case, let's start the next song with full energy!"

The Japanese prisoners wailed, which aroused the dissatisfaction of Senior No. 1.

“Baga! You’re a bunch of pigs! You didn’t sing or dance seriously, and you didn’t try to be cute seriously! You’re just trying to fool me! Dragon fruit! Feed them dragon fruit!!”

The seniors immediately rushed forward waving spirit infusion sticks, and the group of Japanese prisoners burst into fierce screams.

Maybe because they had been tortured for too long and didn't like eating dragon fruit, some of the devils actually started to resist.

A Japanese prisoner was hit on the shoulder by a senior with a spirit injection stick. Suddenly, he became ferocious, pinned the opponent under him and beat him, shouting "ah ah" as if releasing the anger in his heart.

Seeing this, other Japanese prisoners responded one after another, hammering and hitting the bald men in white around them. The chaotic situation became more and more serious, and the Japanese prisoners in a small area in the middle of the square formation rebelled.

Their number was several times that of the bald man in white. They exploded all of a sudden and actually beat the bald man in white with the stick. They even snatched the spirit injection stick from him and killed several people in return.

Seeing that this conflict was about to end, suddenly! A fierce gunfire sounded from the 10-meter-high wall, and a series of bullets were fired from high to low towards the center of the most chaotic square formation, killing the Japanese prisoners and the bald man in white.

The fierce gunfire continued to ring out, and the brass shells fell from the high walls with a crisp clanging sound. Blood flowers burst out from the group of Japanese prisoners, who wailed as they were wounded or killed by machine gun bullets.

The Japanese prisoners who had gathered together ran away in all directions, hiding in the corners with their heads in their hands, and the rebellion was easily quelled.

The gunfire stopped, and the Japanese prisoners who were fleeing in panic finally calmed down a little. They raised their heads and looked up at the high wall, and saw a tall man in black clothes there.

The tall man had a crew cut, wore sunglasses, and had a cigarette in his mouth. There was a huge white skull on the front and back of his chest in his black clothes. He had his left hand on his waist and in his right hand he held a machine gun of an unidentifiable model. The muzzle of the machine gun was facing upwards and smoke was coming out of the barrel.

This man stood with his back straight on the 10-meter-high city wall, like a Titan standing tall. Who else could be such a hero except the governor?

The instructor blew out a smoke ring and threw the machine gun to the man in black next to him. He pulled up his sunglasses, revealing his bright eyes, and looked carefully at the Japanese below.

"I am very depressed."

The instructor said.

"Your behavior is inappropriate, wrong, and not allowed."

He paced slowly on the wall, shaking his head from time to time.

"No. 1, your performance disappoints me. I'm not sure if I should still trust you. Are you still competent for the teaching job here?"

With a thud, Senior No. 1 fell to his knees. He cried out, "Meow!! Master! Give me another chance! I will definitely teach everyone well and make them all cute boys. Please trust me again, Master!"

The supervisor looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, as if he was thinking. Senior No. 1 knelt on the ground and kowtowed continuously. After dozens of seconds, the supervisor hummed.

"Okay, No. 1, you're the first person I promoted, don't let me down a second time, or I'll be sad."

Senior No. 1 knew that he had won another chance, and tears rolled down his eyes, he was very moved.

"Master! I will never let you down again!"

The instructor nodded, with a sunny and warm smile on his face: "No. 1, wipe your tears. You promised me that you would always be a cute boy."

Senior No. 1 was deeply moved by the warm and gentle smile of the instructor. The instructor's smile illuminated his soul like the sun, and would still encourage him even if he did something wrong.

I can’t repay you for your kindness! I can’t repay you for your kindness!

Senior No. 1 stood up to attention, raised one leg, put his hands in front of his chest like a cat's paw, then tilted his head, closed one eye and opened the other, and stuck out his tongue.

"Meow~~~~"

The flow of time stopped for a moment because of his action. If a girl did this pose, it would be very cute, but if a bald man did it, it would be a bit...

"vomit!"

The black-clad clone who was following the supervisor with a machine gun almost vomited, but the supervisor nodded in satisfaction.

"Yoshi, so cute, number one, just spread your cuteness! The way of love! Needs to be inherited!"

“Hi…”

The black-clad clone couldn't stand it anymore, so he waved his hand and left.

Senior No. 1 was so moved that he dropped his pearls like crazy. He turned around and looked at the confused Japanese prisoners and roared, "Mina-san! Quickly line up and gather together, otherwise you will all be killed with dragon fruit, CPR, and heart-warming dumplings!"

There was no place to hide in the concentration camp. The Japanese prisoners dared not disobey and continued to line up despite dragging their exhausted bodies. The consequences of disobeying were clear. It seemed that there was no intention to clean up the nearly 100 corpses in the center of the line.

Everyone stood still, and Senior No. 1 coughed.

"Everyone, sing and dance with me."

He put his left hand on his waist, stretched out his right hand with ten fingers pointing to the sky at 45 degrees, and shook it from side to side, then stepped on the spot with his legs, looking like a girl going out for an outing.

"Chicken~chicken~chickenmojimo~a chickenmojimoji..."