My own war game

Chapter 212 Special Drink

On the main road leading to the port of Mariveles, a tall white man was walking on the road with his hands on his head. Behind him, two Japanese men were escorting him with weapons in their hands, and they would occasionally yell at him in Japanese.

"Baga! Hiku!"

Iikuni Kojiro followed He Chi, who was dressed as a Japanese sergeant, with a bayonet in hand. The private from Osaka looked more and more awed. Not long ago, he saw He Chi transform into a dead sergeant in half an hour using only a few simple items.

At least nine points similar.

There is nothing shameful in helping the strong, and it may even bring benefits. This is the creed that Kojiro believes in.

"He, take a break. I'm a little thirsty and my hands are sore." Charles, who was walking in front, turned around and whispered to He Chi.

"Shut up! Charles, turn around! Don't speak on your own initiative, I won't let you get thirsty." He Chi immediately scolded the American reporter and turned around.

The other party had no choice but to do as he was told.

"Alright! You spineless American pig! Sit down!" He Chi pretended to curse in Japanese, raised his foot and kicked Charles on the waist, and the American reporter fell to the side of the road.

"Be careful, we are escorting you now. Have you ever seen a prisoner dare to talk to the guard like that?" He Chi whispered a few words in the American's ear, took off the kettle and stuffed it roughly into the other's mouth.

"Hmm~" Charleson felt his mouth was filled with sour liquid, which tasted a bit strange.

Because he drank too quickly, some of the stuff leaked out from the corners of his mouth. Charles caught it with his hands and found that it was actually a golden liquid like urine, and there was even foam on it.

"He, what did you give me to drink? It tastes weird. Why does it look like urine?"

"I got the juice of the Kasu fruit from the woods." (Kasu: Kasuy, a tropical plant, its seeds are the cashews we often eat)
He Chi shook the kettle and explained, "We may run into other Japanese people at any time, so it's not convenient for us to give you more food. This thing can replenish your body's water and electrolytes."

I don’t know if it was a psychological effect, but after drinking the sour juice, Charles felt a little more energetic. He was about to have some more, but the next second he heard constant shouting and cursing from the opposite intersection.

A group of disarmed American soldiers walked towards this side under the guard of a small group of Japanese soldiers.

These American soldiers were obviously in very bad condition. Everyone's uniform was tattered, and many of them were injured. There were dirty bandages, mosquitoes were constantly flying around, and their chapped lips showed that these people had not had water for a long time.

The people on the opposite side quickly discovered He Chi and his group. Their first reaction was to take out their guns and be on guard. Only after seeing He Chi's sergeant's uniform did they let down their guard a little.

The two teams met. The highest-ranking officer on the opposite side, also a sergeant, walked over with a command knife slung over his shoulder. However, before he could open his mouth, He Chi spoke first.

"Which unit are you from? Why are you here?"

"Um, we are from the Ishida Regiment. I am the squad leader, Masao Yagyu, and we are escorting the prisoners to the O'Donnell POW camp."

"Oh, it's more than 100 kilometers. You've worked hard, Mr. Yagyu. I'm Sasakibei, an officer of the Tanibu Regiment. I've been ordered to escort this American pig to Port Mariveles." He Chi recited the information on the dead sergeant's certificate in fluent Japanese.

“Mr. Sasaki, forgive me for being blunt, but it seems a bit…” The sergeant on the opposite side showed a puzzled look on his face when he saw He Chi’s team with only one prisoner.

"You don't know, this American beast is a journalist who once reported some negative news about the Empire. Our Captain Gu Wu specifically requested that he be taken there to be punished accordingly."

After He Chi finished speaking, he shook the camera in Charles' hand.

"Oh? Mr. Sasaki actually has such a good thing in his hand. Can we ask him to take a few photos for us?" The sergeant opposite showed an interested look.

"Of course, no problem. Hey! Come here, you American pig! The Imperial Japanese Army wants to take some photos to celebrate the military exploits!" He Chi shouted the second half of the sentence to Charles in English. "Sasaki-san knows English?" Sergeant Yagyu showed a slightly surprised expression.

"I was a primary school doctor before I joined the army, and I learned a little from the teachers." He Chi's answer was flawless, and then he asked, "It seems that no one in Liu Sheng's team can speak English. Do you need my help?"

"No need, Sasaki-san, the best way to communicate with the beautiful beast is to use this." Yagyu Masao grinned, raised the command knife in his hand and shouted "Everyone stop!"

As the command sounded, the soldiers of this team began to shout at the prisoners in Japanese. Some prisoners were slow to react due to language barriers and were beaten instantly. There was a loud bang at the scene.

Several prisoners of war were obviously very weak, but the Japanese soldiers on the side did not stop and continued to abuse those lying on the ground.

"Okay, Yagyu-san, let the soldiers take a break and save their energy to take some majestic photos." He Chi made the suggestion calmly.

"Yoshi, stop! Divide into two teams and take turns to take pictures!" Yagyu Masao ordered the soldiers behind him.

The Japanese soldiers left half of them to guard the prisoners, while the other half came over happily to take pictures. They also used the prisoners around them as "props" for taking pictures.

Several Japanese soldiers pulled up a young prisoner, stepped on his head, raised their hands and shouted to the camera, "Get on board!!" "Get on board!!"

However, the expression on He Chi's face, which had always been calm, changed slightly.

Because the face they were stepping on was a familiar one.

Anthony Jack, the torpedo plane pilot who attacked the Kaga with him.

Jack was tortured badly. His body was in a bad state. He had fallen into a semi-comatose state, and kept muttering "Water... Water..."

The soldiers seemed dissatisfied with his condition and kept stepping on Jack's back and hitting him with the butts of their rifles.

"What did this beautiful beast say?" Sergeant Yagyu looked at the young prisoner who was being tortured on the ground.

"He said he wanted to drink water." He Chi's expression remained unchanged, but there was even a hint of mockery in his tone.

"Hey, water? Did you hear that? This beautiful beast wants to drink water." The sergeant pointed at Jack on the ground and laughed, and the other soldiers also laughed.

These guys had no intention of giving the prisoner water; they simply wanted to kill Jack with thirst.

"Wait," He Chi unexpectedly interrupted the others' laughter, "Why don't we give him some water?"

Under the strange looks of other Japanese soldiers, He Chi took the kettle from the reporter and poured some of it onto the ground.

The golden color and the rising bubbles made the other soldiers have some kind of reverie. Sergeant Yagyu even took a step back to prevent himself from being splashed.

Under the astonished gaze of the American soldiers behind him, the sergeant named Sasakibei walked over with a grin, grabbed the prisoner on the ground by the hair, and pinched his mouth open.

The kettle was shoved into the other person's mouth.

The golden liquid flowed down the corners of the captive's mouth...

(End of this chapter)