In the kitchen.
The chef who received the order was excited.
This kid was right!
As expected, it worked!
He came to the front of Big Ability Li, who was still helping, and said arrogantly,"Kid, you're quite capable. Not bad. Why don't you be my assistant in the future?”
"I won't lack food for you!"
Big Ability Li was flattered and thanked him,"Thank you, but I still have my mother to take care of at home. It's really inconvenient. Otherwise, I'll definitely make a fortune with you ~"
"But, big brother, don't worry!"
"I'll teach you how to make these things. I won't delay you from making a fortune. Besides, it's a win-win situation for us ~"
"Hey ~"
The head chef laughed." I didn't know you were good at business. Alright, I'll use your family's dishes in the future."”
"Thank you, big brother is really forthright!" Li Da said flatteringly.
The head cook was praised beautifully.
However, he was cautious and still let Li Da try the dishes.
When Zhou Zhiqiang saw this, he walked in and cursed,""This broken car ~"
"Hey, what smells so good?”
As he said that, he started to test it.
Zhou Zhiqiang was acting as a Japanese. Although he was just a truck driver, he did not dare to say anything and had to smile.
It was a completely different attitude from his attitude towards Li Dapeng.
The two of them ate one dish each and avoided being poisoned.
In the face of the devil's urging, the cook saw that Zhou Zhiqiang and Li Da had nothing to do and immediately sent the things out.
A moment later.
The cook walked back with a smile on his face.
It seemed like he had received praise.
After that, he ordered his subordinates to deliver porridge and some cornbread to the prisoners in the cell.
In the prison cell.
One of them was tall and burly, bald, and if one looked closely, one could see the scar on his head. He gave off a fierce aura.
This person was Wei Da Yong, the former squad leader of the 27th Division of the Central Army.
He was wounded and captured by the Japanese army during the battle of Xinkou. Because he had been a monk in the temple for more than ten years, everyone in the class called him Monk Wei.
A person in the same cell as him looked at the 'rich' food and asked in confusion,"Monk, what's wrong with the Japanese? They're actually eating cornbread today.”
"Yeah, is there a trap?"
Monk Wei was also puzzled.
"I don't know, but it's definitely not good!”
"Our compatriots who went out before also received the same food, but they never came back. If I'm not wrong, this should be our last meal.”
"The last meal?"
Upon hearing this, they were stunned.
Although he had long since stopped fearing death, he did not want to die so cowardly.
Monk Wei picked up the cornbread and said while eating,""It's useless to say anything now. We'll act according to the situation later. Eat. Even if you die, you'll be a full ghost.”
This class monitor of his was really cheerful, but what he said was quite reasonable!
"The class monitor is right.”
"Even if I die, I'll drag the Japanese down with me!”
"Killing one is enough, killing two is enough. I didn't come to this world in vain!”
The other prisoners of war were already starving, and now that they had food, they immediately wolfed it down.
He was in a sorry state.
It was no wonder that the Yamamoto Special Agent Squad, Kurai Jiro, would give them a cornbread.
Such an opponent was simply an insult to his special agent team.
An hour later.
All the captives were driven out.
This was the first time they felt sunlight after being captured. Everyone seemed to enjoy this moment.
Because they knew that time was running out.
"Baka Yalu, let's go quickly ~~"
The Japanese urged. If they were slow, they would use the butt of their guns to greet them.
Monk Wei observed silently from the crowd.
Currently, there were only about 90 prisoners of war, and many of them were obviously newly captured.
One of them was a soldier of Zhou Zhiqiang's company, while the rest were just commoners.
On the high wall, the Japanese were looking down at them with guns in their hands.
Everyone was confused and confused. Some people were trying to find a chance to escape.
Monk Wei and the others were like this.
When he looked at the dozen or so Japanese on the training ground, his eyes narrowed and he whispered,"Be careful, these Japanese are a little different.”
Hearing this.
The others also looked over and immediately felt a murderous aura.
"These ghosts have a murderous aura on them. This kind of murderous aura will only form when they kill too many people. Moreover, these ghosts are so stable. These ghosts must be martial artists.”
"Yes, that's right ~"
"Look at your feet ~"
Monk Wei and the others looked down at their feet and found blood everywhere.
They immediately understood why their compatriots could not return after being pulled out.
They had all been killed!
"You guys be careful. I can only deal with three of these Japanese!”
Three?
The few of them were shocked when they heard this.
They had a deep understanding of Monk Wei's martial arts. Three to five ordinary Japanese were nothing to Monk Wei.
Now that even he said so, these Japanese were really not ordinary.
Monk Wei frowned and shook his head.
"I'll take it one step at a time ~"
At this moment.
Standing in front of him, Jiro Arai spoke in Japanese, while Ergui Zi translated arrogantly.
"Now, the imperial army is giving you a chance!”
"A chance to live!"
"You can form a group of three and attack a bare-handed soldier with a short knife. If you kill him, the imperial army will immediately release the winner. I wonder if you soldiers have the courage to do so.”
Hearing this.
Everyone was furious, but no one believed the Japanese.
For a moment, no one stepped out.
"Are you still soldiers?" asked Jiro Arai mockingly.”
"I don't think so ~"
"You don't even have the courage to stand up. You're just a bunch of sheep waiting to be killed ~"
"You guys don't deserve to be soldiers!”
These words infuriated them.
He would rather die in battle than to die!
Even though they knew that these Japanese were not ordinary and that they did not keep their word, there were still people who stepped forward!
They wanted to let the Japanese know that there was a price to pay for scolding the Chinese.
"Japanese, f * ck your grandmother!"
"I'll teach you a lesson today ~"
One of them cursed and walked out.
Then, two more people walked out.
"Baka!"
Jiro Arai could understand some Chinese, so he ordered angrily,""Kill them!"
"Hey!"
One of the Yamamoto agents stood up and fought fiercely with him.
However, a moment later.
Monk Wei and the others looked at the scene in front of them with confusion.
There's something wrong with these Japanese people ~
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