Bright Sword: The brigade commander is shocked! You call this a county brigade?

Wei Dayong followed a group of prisoners of war into the dim barracks. The air was filled with the smell of dampness and rust.

The prisoner of war he had just talked to was coincidentally assigned to the same room with him.

He walked into the room and saw the prisoner sitting on a shabby wooden bed.

"Brother, which unit are you from? I saw you look quite powerful just now. I'm from the 3nd Battalion, 2rd Regiment, th Division of the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army. My name is Wang Bisheng." Wang Bisheng said enthusiastically with a hearty smile on his face.

When Wei Dayong heard what Wang Bisheng said, he also smiled and responded: "My name is Wei Dayong. Others like to call me monk, so you can call me monk. I am from the 72nd Division of the Central Army."

"Oh, so you are brothers from the Central Army!"

Wang Bisheng's eyes lit up, as if he had a special admiration for the Central Army.

"Your Central Army is awesome. Your weapons and equipment are much better than our local troops. You eat royal food, unlike us, who sometimes can't even get paid."

Wei Dayong shook his head and said with a wry smile: "No matter how strong they are, they were still defeated by the Japanese. In this war, who can predict for sure?"

"You can't say that."

"Compared to our local troops, your Central Army is already very strong. It's just that the Japanese are too strong. Their weapons and equipment are too good, and their individual combat capabilities are also very strong. Our Jinsui Army troops were defeated by the Japanese the moment they met."

The two were silent for a while, and Wang Bisheng suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, Brother Monk, have you ever heard what the Japanese wanted to do by sending us to this prisoner-of-war camp?"

Wei Dayong shook his head, indicating that he didn't know. "Who knows what the Japanese are trying to do. Let's ask an old man in the prisoner-of-war camp tomorrow. They have been here for a long time and may know something."

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Qingshan Prisoner of War Camp,

This usually quiet place now welcomed a group of unusual Japanese soldiers.

Their attire is very different from that of ordinary Japanese soldiers, and every detail reveals an elite aura.

The helmets of these soldiers are covered with camouflage nets and goggles. The appearance of the helmets is very different from the traditional Type 90 helmets.

It is more like an armored soldier's helmet. This design means that when they move at night or in moonlight, the helmet no longer reflects light, greatly enhancing their concealment.

Their equipment is also first-class. Every soldier is equipped with a bulletproof vest and holds an M3 submachine gun in his hands.

This special Japanese squad was led by Captain Shigeo Mashiko and consisted of 30 soldiers. They rode in a truck and slowly drove towards the gate of the POW camp.

The Japanese squadron leader guarding the door, Saburo Koi, immediately came forward with a smile on his face.

"Welcome Captain Mashiko Shigeo to the Aoyama POW camp. I am the guard officer here, Koi Saburo."

Koi Saburo extended his hand enthusiastically.

Captain Shigeo Mashiko smiled and nodded, responding to Koi Saburo's handshake.

"Hello, Captain Xiaojing. My special operations team will be training here for half a month. In order to improve the combat capabilities of the team members, my team needs a large number of prisoners of war for sparring."

Captain Shigeo Mashiko bluntly stated their purpose.

"No problem, Captain Mashiko. I have received orders from my superiors and will fully cooperate with your training. There are a large number of prisoners in the prisoner-of-war camp, and you can choose as you like."

After receiving Saburo Koi's promise, Captain Shigeo Mashiko nodded with satisfaction.

Afterwards, under the arrangement of Saburo Koi, this Japanese special forces team successfully entered the prisoner-of-war camp and prepared to start their training.

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Early morning of the second day.

The sunlight shone through the sparse clouds, dappled onto the large playground of the Qingshan POW camp.

The prisoners of war were awakened early and assembled on the playground.

The Japanese officer stood on a high place and announced in a cold voice that two to three hundred prisoners of war would be assigned to work in mines around Ping'an County and Heyuan County today.

Wei Dayong and other prisoners of war were gathered on the playground, where they silently waited for the results of their assignments.

However, after the Japanese finished selecting the prisoners of war in the mine, they did not disband the team immediately.

This made all the prisoners of war present feel very puzzled, and discussions began to spread quietly among the crowd.

"What on earth do these Japs want to do? Haven't all the prisoners to be sent to the mine been selected?" a prisoner muttered in a low voice.

"Who knows?" Another prisoner of war took over the conversation and shook his head.

While everyone was discussing and speculating,

Suddenly, the silence was broken by the sound of orderly and heavy footsteps.

I saw Shigeo Mashiko and his special operations team members coming to the training ground.

They were wearing special equipment, with helmets covered with camouflage nets and goggles, and holding M3 submachine guns. Every soldier exuded a fierce aura.

The prisoners of war on the training ground were surprised and curious when they saw this special group of Japanese devils.

They had never seen Japanese soldiers dressed like this before, and there were some whispers in the crowd, with everyone guessing what the devils were here for.

Wang Bisheng, who was beside Wei Dayong, quietly approached him and said in a low voice:

"Monk, look at these little devils, they are not simple. Look at their weapons and equipment, every one of them has a submachine gun. I have been in the army for so many years, but I have never seen little devils with this kind of equipment."

Wei Dayong turned his head slightly and glanced at the Japanese special forces soldiers holding M3 submachine guns, a hint of vigilance flashed in his eyes.

"We will definitely win. You are right. These little devils must be a special unit of the devil. Judging from their appearance, their fighting power must be strong."

Wang Bisheng frowned and said worriedly: "Monk, I always feel that they come here with bad intentions. I have a hunch that these little devils are not here with good intentions."

Wei Dayong comforted him: "Don't worry, we will take it one step at a time. Let's see what these little devils are trying to do first."

At this time, all the prisoners' eyes were focused on the front of the playground.

Saburo Koi and Shigeo Mashiko walked to the front of the prisoners of war, and Shigeo Mashiko began to give a speech in Japanese.

The chattering sounds echoed in the playground, but the prisoners of war on the scene could not understand a word.

After Mashiko Shigeo finished speaking, a Japanese translator immediately stood up and translated loudly:

"Listen up, prisoners of war! The one standing in front of you is Captain Shigeo Mashiko. The special operations team he leads needs sparring partners. As long as one of you can defeat his men, you can regain your freedom!"

As soon as the interpreter finished speaking, there was a commotion at the scene.

The prisoners of war talked a lot, but no one spoke up easily.

After all, their bodies and wills had been severely damaged by long-term imprisonment and torture, and no one dared to easily believe this sudden promise of "freedom".