After waiting for a while, all the devils came back.
No one noticed anyone nearby, so everyone wondered if it was a wild animal.
"At night, everyone else is watching the pretty girls dancing, or even going to have some fun with them! Only we patrolmen are stupidly feeding mosquitoes and wandering around in the woods.
When can I be transferred to work for Yamamoto-kun? People with connections are different. They eat and drink well and can chat about life with girls. My life is so hard!
Someone in the team suddenly said this, and the team leader walking in front quickly turned around and cursed.
"If you're tired of living, just die and don't drag us down with you!"
It seems there is something fishy here!
"Are you qualified to chat about life with others? At most, we can only talk about how to make a living! Hurry back! Can't I give you my place tomorrow?"
Jiang Cha uttered something in a low voice. Since there were girls in the camp, he naturally guessed what they were doing.
This has always been the case in the Japanese military camps, but they prefer their own women.
So she could talk about the quota issue calmly. It wasn't her family, so why should she feel sad?
Their fathers and brothers have committed all kinds of evil in our country. Who has ever cared about our people?
Besides, she came here voluntarily to contribute to the construction of the empire.
"Great"!
"You're so kind, Tsuchihara-kun. Next time your family sends me something, I'll give you some natto. It's homemade by my mom and it tastes amazing!"
The Japanese were so happy that they couldn't wait to rush back to the camp and camp in the specially set up small tents.
"Really? I haven't tasted the flavors of home in ages! Every winter, my family would make a lot of natto, tie it up with straw, and bury it in the snow.
During the New Year, steaming hot rice cakes mixed with natto are the most delicious thing, even better than red bean rice cakes!
He pretended to miss the delicious food from his hometown and spoke very convincingly.
The remaining few people are about to be tempted by their appetite. Who doesn’t like the delicious food from their hometown?
Whether it’s miso soup, rice bran pickles, or the red bean rice cake I just mentioned, these are all delicacies from my hometown!
"I don't know when we'll be home. I really miss Mom's pickles!"
"I miss the taste of home too, when the family would make rice cakes together during the New Year, and the children would sing around the stone mortars used to pound the rice cakes!"
"And fish soup, steaming hot fish soup with some radish and kelp in it."
Good job!
Is it possible that the Japanese devils on the tip of the tongue have already been staged?
It doesn't sound like anything serious!
It's either miso, sauce, or pickles, there's really nothing good.
The Japanese country is so small, and its resources are already scarce. It is also running around in the entire East Asia region.
This has led to a very tight domestic supply, and many people are having trouble making ends meet.
Rich and powerful families can import food and supplies from abroad without affecting their quality of life.
But it was not the same for ordinary people. Most men were sent to the battlefield, and women had to do all the heavy work at home.
The Japanese who originally made a living by fishing went to war, and due to technical reasons, seafood and fish were not often available on the market.
Price and storage are both important factors.
It is said that they came out to fight just to fill their stomachs!
Jiang Cha smiled at them and occasionally agreed.
What is there actually to sympathize with?
I am not a "saint", so I can't understand, sympathize or even sympathize with these people just by listening to them for a few words.
This was absolutely impossible, and she always firmly believed that truly kind people could not face what they did.
A truly kind person will not participate in it, or even take pleasure in torture and killing!
These bastards are beasts whose hearts, livers, spleens, lungs and kidneys are all black.
They are even worse than animals, so comparing themselves with animals is an insult to them!
"Password!"
"Thighs, thighs, white and tender thighs!"
After returning from patrol, I stood at the main entrance of the camp, listening to the orders from the team leader in front.
The corners of Jiang Cha's mouth twitched. It seemed that the "warmth" the prince gave them was very intoxicating!
She had to keep talking about it in the middle of the night. She didn't know what their plans were for tomorrow. If possible, she wanted to see it for herself!
The sentry at the gate let everyone in, the wooden fence was moved away, and then moved back after everyone went in.
Starting from the first command post, they have passed the four visible gates.
The main gate of the camp is quite large and looks like it can be used for direct traffic.
There is a small door next to it. The team entered through here and then walked all the way to the dormitory in the camp.
"Go to sleep! There's a performance tomorrow morning! I heard that tomorrow is the last day, and His Royal Highness will be leaving the day after tomorrow. My thigh will also leave me!"
"Look at you, doesn't that mean we can get up close and personal tomorrow? Let's go early and try to get a front row seat for a clear view!"
"Tsuchihara-kun, why aren't you talking? Don't you want to go?"
The person whose clothes Jiang Cha pulled might have been the chatterbox in the team. He suddenly spoke less, and everyone was quite uncomfortable with it.
I have to ask him a few words whenever I have time. Fortunately, it is dark now. It would be difficult to fool him if it was daytime tomorrow!
"What? I'd like to get a reclining seat in the first row. Those officers up there have to agree! Everyone knows the first row is white, tender, and fragrant!"
Fortunately, she only stayed for one night. If she stayed any longer, she would probably turn into a hooligan!
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