Wang Yu walked out of the inner room and saw Zhang Dabiao and the health officer bandaging the old devil in Watanabe!

"Come on, it's not a bad rule that our Eighth Route Army will treat prisoners preferentially. All prisoners must be taken first!"

As he said that, Zhang Dabiao grabbed Watanabe's broken leg and hissed and tore open his trouser leg, revealing the calf that had already been unbearable.

Previously, Zhang Dabiao was angry and smashed the old Japanese devil's calves to pieces. Now his entire calves were soft, like cooked instant noodles, twisting in a strange posture.

"Baga! Bagaya Road!"

Zhang Dabiao's violent methods made Watanabe hurt. The old Japanese man was still fierce, cursing at Zhang Dabiao, and twitching his body, attacking Zhang Dabiao and the health officer, preventing them from getting close.

"Be good and obedient. Our Eighth Route Army treats prisoners preferentially. No matter how you scold us or hit us, we will not fight back unless we can't help it!"

Zhang Dabiao said to go, but suddenly rushed forward, pressing Watanabe, who was wearing claws, to the ground, and shouted to the health officer:

"Why are you still standing there? Bandage the Japanese!

The sanitation officer hurried forward, took out the splint and gauze that fixed the bones, and bandaged them for Watanabe.

"Damn Chinese soldiers, I want to fight to the death with you!"

Watanabe kept struggling, cursing and chatting.

Zhang Dabiao was annoyed when he heard this, but fortunately he took off his hat and stuffed it directly into Watanabe's mouth, preventing the guy from shouting.

"You didn't have a fucking meal, but you tried hard!"

While Zhang Dabiao held Watanabe, he urged the health workers.

"It's so useless. Come on, hold this guy down and I'll bandage it!"

As he said that, Zhang Dabiao and the sanitary officer changed their positions. He came to bandage the Japanese, and the sanitary officer pressed the Japanese.

Zhang Dabiao grabbed the splint and bandage and suddenly strangled Watanabe's disabled calf.

Watanabe's face, which was already red, instantly turned into a pig's liver. He wanted to shout, but his throat was blocked with Zhang Dabiao's oily hat, and he could not help but respond.

Although the Eighth Route Army had many requirements for internal affairs, one of which was neat military uniforms, Zhang Dabiao, as the battalion commander and the same temperament as Li Yunlong, was relatively lazy in personal internal affairs.

In fact, Zhang Dabiao's hat never washes, and when it is lost, it will be replaced. This has caused his hat to be covered with oil, especially the lining. At first glance, hey, it is dyed leather by oil, and shiny!

Such a biological weapon was stuffed into Watanabe's mouth and was slurped by Watanabe's saliva. Only Watanabe knew the taste, it was just as good as Wang Chengzhu's "Legging and Eye-Sniffing Maple"!

Watanabe couldn't shout, but couldn't move, like the meat on the chopping board, and could only be slaughtered.

Especially the bandage in Zhang Dabiao's hand was constantly tightening, and Watanabe's eyes were so black that it was so painful that it was so dark that it couldn't help but twitch.

The health officer pressing Watanabe on the side could not help but twitch slightly when he saw Zhang Dabiao's movements.

This is not a bandage, it is clearly a pig tied up!

A moment later, Zhang Dabiao looked at his own battle results all over the ground, and couldn't help but take pictures, causing Watanabe, who was already foaming at the mouth, to twitch even more at this moment, and he wished he could die on the spot. Then, Zhang Dabiao showed off at the health officer:

"Did you see that? When you bandage the prisoners in the future, you will tie them up like this and be strong!"

The corners of the sanitary officer's eyes kept twitching, silently not talking.

After a long time, Watanabe woke up, feeling his already unconscious lower limbs, and savoring the smell of oil in his mouth. Tears flowed out of his eyes, as if regretful and resentful.

He opened his mouth and wanted to curse a few words, but when he saw Zhang Dabiao's look of anticipation, he was finally scared, trembling and lowered his head.

At this time, Wang Yu walked over and squatted in front of Watanabe. Looking at the latter's tightly tied calves, the corners of his eyes couldn't help but twitch a few times.

"Tell me, where is our comrade?"

Faced with Wang Yu's questioning, although Watanabe was no longer as domineering as before, he looked like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water. He lowered his head and remained silent.

Seeing this, Wang Yu leaned over to Watanabe's ear and continued:

"Although our Eighth Route Army preferential treatment for prisoners, the preferential treatment is only for cooperative prisoners. For other prisoners who are stubborn and do not enter the country, we can only use our means!"

"You also felt it just now. We comrades are so angry that they hate you. If you don't cooperate, no one can stop him!"

As he said that, Wang Yu pointed to Zhang Dabiao beside him and signaled.

Seeing this, Zhang Dabiao showed a fierce expression in cooperation, and with his bare head, he looked very ferocious.

Watanabe raised his eyes and glanced at Zhang Dabiao, the muscles on his face twitched slightly, but he still chuckled and said:

"As your prisoner, I have to admit that your skills are also the top presence in our special agent team. If you lose to you, I will admit defeat!"

"But you can defeat my body, but you absolutely cannot destroy my will. For information about the Imperial Army, don't expect to get a little from me!"

Wang Yu quite agrees with Watanabe's words.

Most of the Japanese were brainwashed by the Bushido spirit they advocated, and they swear to be loyal to their emperor, so they are all brave and fearless, and are veritable stubborn elements.

However, from these words, Wang Yu realized that Watanabe was already feeling timid.

Just now, Watanabe was so arrogant that even though he became a prisoner, he still spoke rudely and insulted the Eighth Route Army as a Chinese pig. Even if Zhang Dabiao smashed his calf, he still had an arrogant arrogance.

However, the few words now seem to be tough, but Wang Yu heard a lot of the meaning of surrender.

Especially, Wang Yu had a look at the muscles on Watanabe's face just now, knowing that this guy was still holding on.

It seems that this Japanese devil is not made of iron, but also has flesh!

After being troubled by Zhang Dabiao, he really subdued the Japanese!

Wang Yu smiled and said to Watanabe:

"If you don't want to say anything, we can't give up our comrades. It seems we have to fight again!"

"But now I am the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the

"We have an old saying that those who know the times are heroes. Finally, I will give you a chance to tell the news you know, and we will send you to our rear for recuperation!"

Watanabe kept silent.

"Damn it, it's really hard to get in!"

Zhang Dabiao, who was standing beside him, couldn't bear to watch it anymore, rolled up his sleeves and walked up to him, and was about to clean up Watanabe again.

Wang Yu let out a long breath, looked at Watanabe who was unmoved, shook his head, stood up, stopped Zhang Dabiao who was walking up, and shouted to Wang Chengzhu not far away:
Chapter completed!