Meng Shaoyuan successfully assumed the role of a messenger.

They even quietly established telephone contact with Henglong Company.

When Meng Shaoyuan dialed the phone and said, "Boss Xu, this is Kudo Shinichi," Xu Chengbo immediately recognized the voice of his boss.

"Mr. Kudo, how's it going?"

When he heard Xu Chengbo answer him like this, Meng Shaoyuan laughed in his heart. Not to mention, this guy who helped him run a smuggling business in Shanghai was quite good at acting.

"Ten thousand dollars, that's the price."

"Oh my god, this is too much."

Asama Akutagawa offered a sky-high price of US$10,000.

The long bargaining began.

Asama Akutagawa has no doubt of fraud.

This is what a real businessman would do.

After several rounds of back and forth between the two parties, the price was finally set at US$7,500.

Asama Akutagawa was very satisfied.

This is a huge amount of money.

Victory was achieved on the battlefield, and now with a prisoner of war, he had successfully earned 7,500 US dollars.

This is what is called fame and fortune.

"Your Excellency General, your check."

Meng Shaoyuan took out a check and wrote the number on it: "Seven thousand five hundred US dollars, look at it, Your Excellency General."

He touched his pocket casually.

Inside was the blank check Hawes gave himself.

Earned it.

After going back, I will fill in a number on it without being greedy:

Twenty thousand dollars!

The middleman doesn’t want to make money?

Doesn’t the agency charge agency fees?

Asama Akutagawa was very satisfied.

He is a soldier. He only needs to complete the combat tasks assigned to him by his superiors and completely defeat the Chinese army.

other?

He didn't want to worry about it.

He is a soldier and an ordinary person.

He has to think about his own life and family, right?

"Kudo, take a good rest here." Asama Akutagawa collected the check: "When I confirm that this check can be redeemed, you can leave with Qin Fuyu. Ah, before that."

He called in a sergeant: "Sergeant Oshima, please take Mr. Kudo to the prisoner of war camp. He can bring out whoever he wants."

"Yes, General. Mr. Kudo, please come with me."

…

This was the first time Meng Shaoyuan walked into a real prisoner of war camp.

To say it was a prisoner of war camp is actually not accurate.

Surrounded by barbed wire, Japanese troops with loaded ammunition were constantly patrolling the area. Two machine guns were set up high and ready to shoot at any time.

Hundreds of Chinese soldiers were detained there.

They were wearing all kinds of military uniforms.

The Central Army's, the Gui's Army's, and the Northeast Army's.

They sat there in silence, saying nothing.

From the moment they were captured, they knew they were doomed.

No one knows when they will be able to regain their freedom, and no one knows whether they will be able to see their parents, wives and children again.

However, if you give them another gun now, they will still fight for their lives with Little Japan.

Meng Shaoyuan firmly believes in this.

These prisoners of war were in ragged clothes and most of them had wounds on their bodies.

Meng Shaoyuan could imagine that the absolute majority of them fought the Japanese invaders until the last moment before being captured.

Bravo.

An officer with a lieutenant colonel's shoulder straps sat upright.

Even though he became a prisoner of war, he still did not forget his status as a soldier.

"Mr. Officer." Meng Shaoyuan stopped in front of him: "I am a reporter from Huari News. Can you tell me your name and serial number?"

The lieutenant colonel said loudly: "Wan Haiyuan, Chinese soldier!"

"Mr. Officer, I'm asking for your serial number." Meng Shaoyuan asked again in Chinese.

I have no ability to rescue them, but I can at least let their brothers who are still fighting and their families who are still waiting for them to go home know that although these people have become prisoners of war, they are still alive!

Once captured, giving your name and serial number is not treason, nor is it embarrassing.

Wan Haiyuan glanced at him coldly: "Wan Haiyuan, Gui Jun, Chinese soldier!"

Someone next to him quickly said: "Fang Zhongsheng, Central Army, Chinese soldier!"

"Ma Xiaobao, Central Army, Chinese soldier!"

"Liu Fuqing, Northeast Army, Chinese soldier!"

This is the most consistent answer.

"Did you hear that, reporter?" A proud smile appeared on Wan Haiyuan's face: "We couldn't defeat you, and we were captured. It's our misfortune. But I won't tell you my serial number, and I won't let you little devils know.

How many Chinese troops are here in Shanghai? How many Chinese soldiers are fighting for your lives?"

"idiot!"

Meng Shaoyuan shouted.

He looked angry, but he had to be like this in order not to show his feelings.

He always thought that he was a very calm person who would not show his emotions under any circumstances, but in front of these Chinese soldiers, if possible, he even wanted to cry and bow for them!

In this land, warlords have been fighting for decades. Even though there is a government in name, the Central Army wants to eat up the local bastards, and the local bastards are always on guard against the Central Army.

Now, with the arrival of foreign enemies, all these grievances have been thrown away.

They only have one enemy in their eyes:

Japanese!

Kill yourself to be benevolent and die generously.

That's all!

Soon, Liu Xiang, who had been fighting against the government for most of his life and was considered a thorn in the side of the Chairman, was about to command the Sichuan army to Shanghai and fight the Japanese pirates to the end!

Did you see it, little devil, these are Chinese soldiers!

"Mr. Kudo, these Chinese prisoners are very stubborn." Oshima has long been used to it: "The headquarters has repeatedly told us that the Europeans and Americans are watching, and we must treat the prisoners well even if we are acting. If not,

In this case, they all deserve to be executed!"

"Yes."

Meng Shaoyuan nodded seriously, glared at Wan Haiyuan fiercely, and left.

Brothers, I have written down your names. I promise that I will find your troops and I will tell your brothers and families that even if you become prisoners, your title of "Chinese soldiers" will not be tarnished!

One by one, the prisoners flashed in front of him.

His eyes fell on the southwest corner.

A soldier with a thin stature and whose colors could no longer be distinguished from his military uniform was huddled there, his head lowered, and his eyes not making contact with others.

If you occasionally raise your head, you will quickly lower it again.

Qin Fuyu!

He is Qin Fuyu.

Meng Shaoyuan came to him and kicked him.

Qin Fuyu shrank inward in fear.
To be continued...