Liu Lang's method for determining whether the Japanese secret service had mixed sand into prisoners of war was to take off their clothes and see the "weight loss" effect.
For Liu Lang, a little butterfly from the future, the attitude of the Japanese army towards prisoners of war from all countries during the entire war was very clear.
For a Japanese who is so stingy about himself that he wants to suck the juice out of his eyes, how can you expect them to feed prisoners of war until they are white and fat? On the battlefield in Southeast Asia, the poor American soldiers were imprisoned by the Japanese army
In the two years in the prisoner-of-war camp, everyone was reduced to noodles, and up to 50% of the prisoners died of hunger.
Liu Lang believed that the Japanese army, which was so cruel to American cowboys, would not treat Chinese prisoners of war differently. If there was really a difference, the most likely thing is that the treatment of Chinese prisoners of war would not be as good as that of American soldiers.
One percent. The weaker a country's power is, the more miserable its fate will be.
The more than 100 people who were just strode out of the queue by Li Keshang are the most obvious example. Even if not every one of them has been severely beaten, the clear ribs clearly show what they encountered in the prisoner of war camp.
Inhumane treatment, even one steamed bun a day is probably an illusion.
The main job of the number 100 people sent by Liu Lang was to check the fatness and thinness of the prisoners of war. Those with normal body shapes were naturally within the scope of their records. And the numbers issued to them were the main basis for locating them.
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"Sir, sir, I don't want to be a Japanese spy!" A middle-aged man in his thirties stood up from the team and walked towards Liu in fear amidst tens of thousands of gazes that could almost pierce him.
In front of Lang, Pongfan knelt down and cried: "My wife and children are in the hands of the Japanese. If I don't help them, they will kill them!"
"Get out!" Liu Lang didn't even look at the middle-aged man who was crying with runny nose and tears.
After watching the man crawling around and even taking a bunch of steamed buns from the basket and stuffing them into his clothes without anyone noticing, more than a dozen people walked out of the queue dejectedly and knelt on the ground.
"Wei Big Scar, you idiot has surrendered to the Japanese. Have you forgotten how your brother died?" Someone in the team roared with shock and anger.
Obviously, there are people here who are not traitorous spies let in by the Japanese, but genuine prisoners of war.
Kneeling on the ground was a man with a scarred face, but his face was miserable. He lowered his head and closed his teeth as he knelt on the ground without saying a word.
"I don't care what your reasons are. Since you chose to be the lackeys of the Japanese and promised to do things for them and enjoy the convenience brought by it, even if you eat one more bite of dog food, you are betraying your own country and nation and being a traitor.
The name will make all Chinese people get rid of it quickly." Liu Lang glanced coldly at the dozen people kneeling in front of him with their heads down, "I promised in advance not to kill you, and I don't want your blood to stain this land.
But if we meet again in the future, if you are still playing the role of a lackluster in the Japanese lineup, it will definitely be a life-or-death feud."
"Everyone, take off your shoes and socks and get out."
"Sir, you are too kind. You should strip off their clothes and let these beasts go away."
"The man who killed Gouri actually worked for the Japanese."
The roars of the prisoners of war made the spies who had sneaked in look pale and took off their shoes and socks as fast as they could in their lives, for fear that Liu Lang would change his mind.
"You two, stand still and let the others go!" Liu Lang pointed at two of them and waved to the others.
A dozen people, barefoot, left in embarrassment under the angry eyes of tens of thousands of people.
Except for the two people who were pointed at by Liu Lang and did not dare to move, the only one left was the scar-faced one, who was called "Wei Da Scar" in the soldiers' queue. He kept his head buried and knelt there without moving.
Between the two people standing still, one on the left and one on the right, their shoes and socks were not removed.
The two men, who were standing on the sand about three meters apart with bare feet, turned pale, and became even more cowered. They asked tentatively: "Sir, why don't you let us go?"
"Haha, it's very simple!" Liu Lang's mouth curved slightly. "Who told you that you are Japanese?"
"Sir, this is unfair! My name is Zhang Laosan. I live in Heilongji, Rehe. I fled the Japanese military disaster and came to Peking. I was forced to work for the Japanese because I had to support my family. Sir, you can go to Peking.
Investigate! My wife and children are still waiting for me in Peking! My home is at the base of the south city wall. Please be merciful, sir, and I promise to never be a traitor again." One of the men suddenly shouted Chuang Tian Qu.
"It is indeed not easy for Kita Seiichi! It has been several years since I reached out to Hebei, and even the life experience of my own country's secret agents has been perfectly arranged. I believe that if I send someone to investigate, there will be Zhang Laosan."
Little people even have wives and children, right!" Liu Lang sighed slightly and shook his head. "But you Japanese! You do things carefully enough, but you are not careful enough. If you all put your own
If your feet are chopped off, I'm afraid no one will be able to tell whether you are Chinese or Japanese."
Liu Lang's words stunned the prisoners of war. They were still talking about how the fat colonel was sure that these two people were Japanese. It turned out that it was because of their feet. Excluding shoes and socks, he didn't mean to torment them.
You can tell people by looking at their feet.
But, is it possible that all Japanese people have six toes?
The prisoners of war standing in the front row stared wide-eyed, and did not see anything wrong with the feet of these two "Japanese". There was not an extra flower on them, nor was there any words engraved on them that said: I am a little girl.
Devil.
Including the two men who were pointed to stay by Liu Lang and spoke fluently in the north, they couldn't help but look at their feet. It seemed that they were not in vain!
"Hey! I really can't give up until I reach the Yellow River." Liu Lang sighed and said: "If you Japanese are ruthless enough and keep all your spies in China since they were young, they will be the same as me in terms of body language and behavioral habits.
Chinese people are all the same, and even the gods can’t tell you apart. However, the clogs that you Japanese are accustomed to wearing give you away. Don’t you think that your big toe and second toe are habitually separated from each other?
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As soon as these words were said, the expressions of the two men suddenly changed, and they involuntarily pulled their feet back.
"Haha!" Liu Lang laughed loudly, "Now, I have nothing to say!"
"Sir, there's nothing wrong with my toes." One of them still refused to give up.
"Yes! You have lived in China for at least five years, and you are already used to wearing cloth shoes. It is no problem." Liu Lang replied. "But you hid your feet with a guilty conscience."
"Were you lying just now?" The man's face looked extremely ugly.
"Yes! I lied to you. But you were too stupid to fall for the lie." Liu Lang nodded matter-of-factly. "Do you know why I said you were Japanese before? That's because you all said
I am from northern China, but your legs are really too short. If you can give Kita Makoto a dream, please tell him for me, can you choose a taller one from the short ones and come to China to be a spy?"
As he spoke, he turned his head and looked back, "Drag him down and kill them for me. I might be able to spare the effort to kill the Chinese, but I don't mind killing a few more Japanese."
"Be careful..." the soldiers in the first row exclaimed.
The moment Liu Lang turned his head, the two men each held a short blade they took out from nowhere and stabbed Liu Lang viciously.
Obviously, they were really Japanese. After being exposed, they knew that they were unjust and wanted to die with Liu Lang.
The prisoners of war were stunned, but there was nothing they could do.
Not only did Liu Lang have no precautions, the distance between them was too close, only more than one meter. And the closest guard to Liu Lang was five meters away.
What made the prisoners of war who had regained their status as soldiers even more helpless was that the four soldiers who stood neatly and looked majestic turned out to have silver-like pewter gun tips. Not only did they not show any reaction when they saw that their commander was about to be assassinated, but they also
Still stupidly, they cast their gaze on the two Japanese spies who were showing their ferocious appearance. They seemed to be watching a show, but they did nothing but move their eyes, including the guns in their hands, which did not move at all.
What a bunch of idiots. Li Keshang, who was at least seven or eight meters away from Liu Lang, mustered up the last strength in his body and jumped forward as fast as he could. He couldn't let Chief Liu die. Because, he was
I was proud of myself, and I was proud of a group of defeated soldiers who had been defeated and surrendered in humiliation.
But the one who was faster than him was the scar-faced man who had been kneeling between the two Japanese agents and did not move away. He suddenly jumped up and blocked the blade of one of the Japanese agents with his back.
He violently grabbed another agent's waist with his hands.
He actually wanted to block two people with one person.
Obviously, this is not something he can do, especially when the two Japanese spies are pretty good.
The Japanese agent who was blocked in his direction roared "Baga!", with a fierce look in his eyes, and his men stabbed Scarface in the back without hesitation, while the other man didn't pay any attention to the person behind him.
With a sudden movement, he swung a short blade no longer than ten centimeters into Liu Lang's lower abdomen.
Although the knife was not long, he had reason to believe that as long as it hit him, no matter how thick the fat layer of the empire's enemy, whom the Kwantung Army called "Beast Colonel", was, he would pierce it and then hit his liver.
There is no way to save it.
The blade was no more than five centimeters away from Liu Lang's abdomen, who had not yet turned around. The Japanese spy's eyes were not only full of ferocity, but also filled with joy. As long as he killed the enemy of the empire, even if he would do it the next moment
Even if he dies, he is also a hero of the empire.
However, the next moment, deep fear replaced the joy. Because Liu Lang, who had suddenly turned around, did not have the fear in his eyes because of the approaching blade, but more of coldness and pity.
A hand stretched out at a speed far faster than his, and grasped the Japanese agent's wrist without any hitch in a matter of seconds. It was like an iron pliers, making it difficult for the Japanese agent's hand to move any further.
Before he could react, an even greater force came through his arms and reached his feet. Then, he left the embrace of Mother Earth and became a little bird that could soar in the sky.
Yes, when Li Keshang took the second step, he was surprised to find that the Japanese agent closest to Liu Lang suddenly took off, as if there was a rocket placed on his butt. He even danced and made a semicircle in the air.
, and suddenly threw it at another agent.
The muffled sound of "dong" was followed by an even more terrifying "click", which was definitely the sound of broken bones. The two Japanese spies hit each other like sparks hitting the earth, and the flying little devil hit the other with his head.
The breasts of a Japanese agent.
The human skull is very hard, at least harder than the sternum. The Japanese agent who was hit and flew more than two meters away was rolling in pain. His chest was visibly dented. The sternum was obviously all broken. Even if his heart was not pierced by the broken bone, believe him.
He won't live long either.
The man with the hard skull was even worse. His head was hard, but his neck was very fragile. After this collision, his neck was twisted at a very strange angle, and only his body was twitching in an extremely terrifying way, as if
A chicken whose neck was broken.
Except for the thousands of people in Liu Tuanzuo's brutal revenge camp, the other prisoners of war were dumbfounded.
They finally saw what instant kill meant. In just one second, the scary fat man killed two people, and that was when he turned his head.
However, the Japanese spies were not completely in vain. Although they did not pose any threat to Liu Lang, one of them had a knife inserted into the back of the Scarface who was blocking their way forward, with only the handle exposed.