1890 King of Southeast Asia

"Behave yourself!" Yang Tianju kicked the Japanese soldier who was dawdling beside him.

"Jili Gulu, Jili Gulu..." The Japanese soldier covered his stomach and said.

"What are you talking about? Behave yourself!" Yang Tianju looked impatient and picked up the stick and beat him randomly.

The Japanese soldier screamed and huddled on the ground.

Dozens of Japanese soldiers around him shrank and huddled to one side, with only fear, terror, and even some gloating in their eyes.

"What's wrong?" The company commander came over.

"Company commander! This thing is not obedient at all. I taught it a lesson." Yang Tianju threw the stick aside and saluted the company commander.

"Disobedient?" The company commander frowned as he looked at the Japanese prisoner huddled on the ground.

Of course, he saw the stick that Yang Tianju threw away, but he didn't say anything.

At this time, the Geneva Convention did not have specific details on the treatment of prisoners of war, and its influence was not very good.

Unless they have a certain status, the treatment of prisoners of war is not very good no matter which country they are from. If they are beaten or scolded, they are considered to have a good life.

Moreover, the order they received was very clear, not to let any of the Eighth Division escape, and to annihilate the Eighth Division, so all prisoners of war were sent to Nanhua. (Actually, they were sent to Thailand.)

After being sent to Nanhua, these Japanese will probably never go back in this life.

"Sir..." A skinny Japanese gritted his teeth and said in awkward Chinese.

"You know Chinese? Where did you learn it?" Yang Tianju looked at the skinny Japanese with displeasure.

"My grandfather taught me. He used to be an engineer in a company in the Qing Empire forty years ago." The skinny Japanese said tremblingly.

"Okay, let me ask you, what is your name." The company commander stopped Yang Tianju from taking further action and asked the skinny Japanese.

"I am Ichiro Hirata! From Akita, Japan. Sir, I have never participated in robbery. My grandmother is Chinese. I have Chinese blood in my body. I..." Ichiro Hirata said anxiously.

He had just heard that those soldiers were from Nanhua, and because of the robbery of the Eighth Division in Taizhou before, they had a bad impression of them.

Looking at the eyes and attitude of the Nanhua soldiers, Ichiro Hirata knew that this was one of his few chances to survive.

"Hmm?" Yang Tianju snorted and looked at the company commander without moving.

"Oh?" The company commander was about to say something, but the Japanese soldier still on the ground suddenly groaned, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he mumbled something.

"What did it say?" The company commander asked curiously.

"It was thinking about its family and said it was going to die." Ichiro Hirata said.

"Are you kidding me? It mumbled so much, and you only said two sentences?" Yang Tianju picked up the stick and whipped it.

"Really! Really! I didn't lie to you, it has been calling its relatives!" Hirata Ichiro said hurriedly, but he didn't dodge at all, letting the stick hit him.

"Okay, Lao Yang, Hirata Ichiro... I hope you didn't lie to me." The company commander stopped Yang Tianju, after all, a Japanese soldier who knows how to do it is still very useful.

"What does it mean when it says it's going to die? Is it injured?" the company commander asked.

"It's bleeding at the corner of its mouth and getting weaker and weaker. It looks like it has internal injuries? Maybe it was injured by the bomb. In this case, it makes sense for it to call for its mother. Maybe it has already lost consciousness." Yang Tianju thought for a while and said.

"Internal injuries... Hirata Ichiro, tell them to make a stretcher and carry the person away. Whether it can survive depends on its luck." The company commander pointed at a few people and said to Hirata Ichiro.

"This is Yang Tianju. He will be your superior from now on. You have to assist him and manage these 100 people. Do you understand?"

"Ha... I understand! Thank you, sir, thank you, sir. Please take care of me in the future." Hirata Ichiro happily replied in Japanese "Ha Yi" subconsciously, and he held back halfway through shouting.

Its life was saved!

"Old Yang, just give it a stick. It's not one of us, so we can't trust it." The company commander whispered in Yang Tianju's ear.

Because Yang Tianju's arm injury was more serious than expected, his wrist was already swollen, and he couldn't fight for a short time, so he was transferred to manage prisoners.

These 100 people were found by Nanhua with great difficulty. There were more than 100 wounded. The first regiment cleaned up the wounded and notified the Qiwei Regiment to come and pick them up.

In total, only about 800 Japanese soldiers were killed or missing, of which about 500 were caused by machine gun counterattacks. The artillery bombardment killed less than 300 people, with an average of one person killed every three shells.

However, there were more wounded. The Japanese army also had at least 800 wounded. The wounded destroyed morale more than the dead, and the burden was heavier.

"Don't worry, Captain. I know what's going on. I can't act too smart." Yang Tianju said.

The captain understood. The dumber Yang Tianju was, the more those people with guilty consciences would relax and make trouble.

Pick out these troublemakers first, and then it will be easier to deal with them later.

The staff department asked all the prisoners to be transported back. They didn't say what they were going to do, but they didn't think they were going to farm.

It would cost a lot to support so many people and to cross the ocean. People had to be sent to watch over them. These prisoners were all soldiers, so they had to be closely guarded.

It would be too expensive to farm them, so they must be carrying out some special tasks that required manpower.

These are all easy to guess. Otherwise, why not build a prisoner-of-war camp on the spot? That way, it will not occupy precious manpower and transportation capacity, the cost is low, and it is more convenient to do anything.

"Ichiro Hirata, is your grandmother Chinese?" After a while, the stretcher was ready, and the team continued to move towards the landing site.

"Yes, my grandfather was employed by the Mawei Shipyard more than 40 years ago and met my grandmother. My father also grew up in the shipyard when he was a child. He can speak Fuzhou dialect."

"Unfortunately, when my father was nine years old, the despicable French attacked the Fujian Navy. After the war, the Shipbuilding Bureau was in a bleak state, and my grandfather had to take my family to Japan."

"If it weren't for this incident, maybe I would also be a Chinese..." said Ichiro Hirata.

The special family environment made Ichiro Hirata not believe in Shintoism, that is, the traditional culture of Japan, and he did not have much sense of belonging to Japan.

So when Ichiro Hirata envied the people of the Qing Empire, he would not have the same psychological burden as ordinary Japanese.

Yes, I envy him. Ichiro Hirata's grandfather was a shipbuilder, and he was considered a skilled worker. He was in his prime in the era when the Meiji industry started, and he was much better off than ordinary people.

But his grandfather was not treated well in Japan, and his income from work could not even guarantee that he would have enough to eat.

Because his grandfather learned his skills in a Dutch shipyard, he was not accepted at all in Japan's system of seniority, and he did not have a diploma from a foreign school.

There was really no other way, and after his mother died of illness, his grandfather chose to leave Japan, and was hired by the French at the Mawei Shipyard.

Hirata Tani, who had good skills and could endure hardships, worked fifteen hours a day, and his salary was only one-fourth of that of the French, joined the Mawei Shipyard very smoothly.

Ichiro Hirata heard from his father that when he was a child, his father could eat rice every day, fish for every meal, and sometimes mutton and dog meat.

Unfortunately, everything ended when his father was nine years old. After returning to Japan, his grandfather's salary was only one-fourth of that of the Mawei Shipyard. It was already difficult to support a large family, not to mention such a luxury as eating rice every meal.

Japan has been carrying out industrial construction in recent years, and at the same time, it is also carrying out military construction, and all kinds of expenses are borne by Japan.

As a resource-poor country, Japan does not have enough resources and funds for industrialization and modern military construction.

Therefore, the industrial and agricultural scissors gap appeared. The first batch of industrial and mining enterprises were established through the industrial and agricultural scissors gap, and then these enterprises were privatized to encourage their development.

Originally, Japanese civilians could be called poor in the Qing Empire. Once the scissors gap appeared, the people were even more miserable.

For them, if they dreamed of the life of ordinary civilians in the Qing Empire, it would be a bold dream.

"Want to be a Chinese?" The speaker did not mean it, but the listener took it seriously. Yang Tianju thought of the policy that Nanhua has always pursued - national integration.

Of course, it is different from the integration of the Qing Empire and the integration of the Yuan Dynasty. That is slavery, not integration.

Instead, it replaced the narrow nation with a large, vague concept - Huaxia.

Of course, the main purpose is to make Nanhua more peaceful as a whole. After all, Nanhua is now a country that spans half the globe and has hundreds of ethnic groups.

If Nanhua can get an island in the Atlantic Ocean, it will be an empire on which the sun never sets.

"I dare not..." Hirata Ichiro said in panic.

In his impression, this man is as vicious as his superior.

"If it were my superior, he would torture and kill the prisoners, right?" Hirata Ichiro self-attacked...

"You really didn't participate in the robbery? If you participated, just say it directly, otherwise you will be found to be lying and your end will be miserable." Yang Tianju shook his head, and the landing site was already in sight.

"No! I didn't step out of the camp that day. The robbery had nothing to do with me. I didn't kill anyone, no one." Hirata Ichiro shook his head quickly.

Yang Tianju didn't believe it very much, anyway, there was no way to prove it.

"We're here, we have to wait for a while, you go and ask them to stand aside and stay honestly." Yang Tianju said.

Ichiro Hirata nodded quickly and shouted at the prisoners. The prisoners lined up and sat down.

After all, the black muzzles of the guns were pointing at them.

"This is..." Ichiro Hirata finished his work and secretly observed the landing site.

There were many people on the landing site, and even more supplies. Many ammunition boxes were piled together, and more supplies and personnel were continuously transported from the small, crooked dock.

He also clearly saw that the trucks, which were only recorded in images and texts in the Japanese army, drove down from the ship.

Several trucks drove down from a ship, and there were cannons behind the trucks, and there were still ships behind the ships, and they kept coming.

"At least a hundred trucks..." Ichiro Hirata was shocked.

"Sir!" After thinking about it, Ichiro Hirata stood up with his head held high.

"What's the matter?" Yang Tianju asked.

"Sir, I know where the things the Eighth Division looted are placed, and they are planning to send these things away..."

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