Chapter 4 Prisoners of War

  After treating the wounded, Wu Bing saw the soldiers who were cleaning up the battlefield returning one after another. They only saw their thin bodies carrying heavy guns and ammunition, and a few of them led back more than a dozen war horses that had been abandoned by the bandit army in their hasty retreat.

  Wu Bing couldn't help but shake his head, and then looked back to see that the women had actually caught 6 more wounded prisoners. The 5 in front who were captured by these women showed obvious discontent, wearing their hats crookedly and glaring sideways at the female soldiers escorting them.

  In Wu Bing's view, this is *** taking advantage of the card oil! He thought to himself: I haven't even taken advantage of the card oil yet, and you bunch of cowards dare to commit crimes against me. If it weren't for the many guns of the escort soldiers around me, you *** would have already robbed the guns and rebelled! Damn it, I won't let you off easy!

  I don't know if Laozi swallowed the sky in one gulp. At the same time, I also resent these warriors for putting themselves in such a dangerous situation and still catching prisoners.

  Then she stepped forward and stopped several female soldiers who were escorting prisoners of war and said to them: "Wait a minute, I want to ask a few questions?"

  Several female soldiers who were escorting the prisoners of war stopped in their tracks when they saw that it was Wu Bing, the sharpshooter who had killed the enemy officer, who had blocked their way. They looked at Li Ping next to Wu Bing, and Li Ping nodded at them. The female soldiers retreated to one side and stood guard.

  Wu Bing walked up to a loud and proud prisoner of war, who was at least a head taller than the prisoners in front. Wu Bing thought that with his robust physique, he could intimidate the prisoner into surrendering everything by standing in front of him with an air of majesty. The prisoner immediately fell to the ground and kowtowed, revealing all.

  But contrary to his wishes, the captive in front of him didn't show any sign of cooperation. Not only was he not afraid, but he also raised his neck and cursed: "Damn you, you stupid ass! Where did this bird come from?"

  Four prisoners wearing sheepskin coats also burst out laughing, only the soldier standing at the back in regular army uniform quietly took a step back.

  Wu Bing was also a hot temper, and with one kick, he sent the foul-mouthed guy flying out. The other four bandits hastily came forward to check on the kicked person, still shouting: "You Red Army aren't supposed to treat prisoners of war well? This is mistreating prisoners of war!"

  Wu Bing coldly gazed at the five bandits and said in a chilly tone: Alright! I'll treat you well, one peanut per person.

  His hand followed his mouth and pulled out the Desert Eagle from the holster, pointing it at the five people. One of them was rewarded with a peanut. Wu Bing was kind-hearted and worried that their teeth couldn't move the large peanuts, so he let the peanuts directly hit these people's foreheads. "Bang bang bang" five gunshots rang out.

  The bandit who was just shouting and yelling had his skull cracked open in an instant, with red and white brain matter splattering all over the ground.

  The female warriors around him were stunned for a moment, then turned around and started vomiting. To be honest, Wu Bing didn't expect the scene of the Desert Eagle hitting his head at close range to be so visually stimulating. Watching the top of his skull being lifted off, his brain spinning rapidly with the bullet

  Rolling out of the scene, Wu Bing's heart was also rolling. However, in order not to lose face in front of the crowd of women, he suppressed the disgust in his heart. Holding a gun and squatting in front of the captive who had been scared to pee and knelt on the ground.

  Wu Bing patted the prisoner's face with his gun and said with a playful smile: "Is it exciting? If I hadn't seen that you were honest and didn't scold your mother, I would have given you a peanut too. Now my heart is comfortable, so I'll spare your life."

  The captive said excitedly: Thank you, sir, for sparing my life, thank you, sir, for sparing my life.

  Wu Bing continued: Alright, you little devil be honest. I ask you which troops are besieging this place and what is the next action plan?

  The captive stammered and said: Commander, the troops besieging here are the 4th Regiment of the Ma Family Army and the local militia. The regiment commander is Ma Jilong, the nephew of General Ma Yuanhai. Those who scolded us just now were from the militia.

  Wu Bing's mind was suddenly struck by a thought: if the one who got killed was Old Ma's nephew, then they had really stirred up a hornet's nest. This time, Old Ma would definitely go all out to take revenge on these people.

  Wu Bing hastily asked: "Then how many days will it take for them to withdraw and bring in reinforcements?"

  The captive thought for a moment and said: It's estimated that it will take about two days to return.

  What's the next step in the action plan? Wu Bing asked.

  The captive cried with a sad face: Officer, I'm just a small soldier who doesn't know what action plan, I really don't know.

  Wu Bing was about to further interrogate the captive, wondering if there were any other pieces of intelligence he could extract, when a particularly unpleasant voice rang out: "Who killed the captive?"

  Wu Bing turned his head and saw that it was the political commissar of the women's team, so he said: What's wrong with me killing him?

  The commissar said in a serious tone: Do you understand the policy of our Red Army? What right do you have to casually shoot prisoners of war from our Red Army?

  Wu Bing listened and said in a bad mood: I really don't understand the policy of your Red Army, I'm not one of your Red Army. Don't try to intimidate me with your rules, if I hadn't killed their commander, would you have been able to capture prisoners? It's still unclear who will be whose prisoner.

  The political commissar was so angry that he couldn't speak, and Captain Wang hastily stood up to mediate, saying: Alright, let's just drop it!

  Li Ping, Comrade Wu Bing doesn't understand our unit's policies and rules, why didn't you stop him at the side?

  Li Ping hung her head and muttered, unable to speak. Wu Bing took over the conversation and said: You still sympathize with these captives, but there isn't a single one of them who doesn't have the blood of your Red Army on their hands. Do you know how they treat the captives of your Red Army?

  People were shocked and frightened by the cruel methods of torture, including being buried alive, shot, burned, having their hearts ripped out, livers removed, and tongues cut off. Some people looked at Wu Bing with suspicion, thinking he was making excuses for killing prisoners. Wu Bing noticed some people's faces and thought to himself: "They think I'm a bloodthirsty person." He then kicked the prisoner kneeling beside him and said: "If you don't believe me, ask him."

  The captives looked at the fierce faces of the Red Army women soldiers with panic and stuttered: "It was all done by those militia, they want to take your Red Army heads to Marshal Ma's place in exchange for rewards. We are regular army, I haven't killed any of you Red Army."

  We have never killed your Red Army men.

  Wu Bing grabbed the captive and said, "Alright, they have a policy not to kill you, but if you dare to play any tricks, I'll be the first to take you down."

  Wu Bing turned around and sighed to the crowd still in shock: "Instead of worrying about these captives, it's better to pay more attention to your own soldiers. Look at them, they're still wearing single-layer clothes, what kind of weather is this? You don't even know how to take care of them."

  Take off the enemy's cotton jacket to keep out the cold, and let the soldiers pick up those guns and ammunition.

  Li Ping pulled Wu Bing's clothes from behind and whispered: The enemy's clothes are against discipline.

  Wu Bing listened and angrily said to the crowd: What's the point of violating, everyone is freezing to death and still fighting. What's the use of picking up more guns and ammunition?

  Even the political commissar who usually emphasizes policy remained silent, Wu Bing turned his head and advised Wang Tuanzhang: "Wang Tuanzhang, you are the team leader, you should consider your subordinates. In special times, give them special treatment, wait until they can't wear their cotton-padded jackets anymore before considering your policies!"

  It's now a matter of considering how to keep the warriors alive. Only by saving themselves can they more effectively kill the enemy.

  "Alright, special treatment for special times," said Wang, looking up at the crowd with determination. "Everyone, go and take the enemy's cotton-padded jackets to keep warm. If the higher-ups investigate, I'll take the blame!"

  The political commissar and the special commissioner also followed up by saying: The captain doesn't have to take it alone, this is a joint decision of the three of us.