Chapter 2 Is This a Game or a Time Travel?

"Brother Xiucai, what's wrong? Is your high fever still not gone?"

Hu Zi saw that Wei Jichen was slow to speak, and couldn't help but hurriedly asked softly, while speaking with his hand close to him.

"It's okay, let's go eat."

Wei Jichen, who was expressing his determination, was interrupted by Hu Zi's question. He couldn't help but roll his eyes at him, and struggled to stand up and said.

Wei Jichen was originally a man of strong will, and after dying again, he had long seen through the world, so he was not very panicked.

Since it has come, let it be.

Wei Jichen sighed secretly. Although the matter seemed so ridiculous, it was obviously not the time to pursue and complain. The most important thing now was how to escape from this dark prisoner camp.

Hu Zi and another old soldier carried him up and walked out with one foot lightly and one foot heavy.

Wei Jichen had time to look around. This dark and damp dungeon held more than 50 soldiers, most of whom were listless. Some of them even lay on the ground, and they didn't even make any noise when they went to eat. It was unknown whether they were dead or alive.

A faint ray of sunlight shone through the window several meters high, but it didn't make people feel a trace of warmth.

Wei Jichen looked carefully. The window was not only far from the ground, but also very narrow, with a big hole in the head. Even so, there were two iron bars on it. Obviously, if you want to climb out of the window, you can't even think about it unless you can shrink your bones.

It seems that this place was originally a prison, and now it is temporarily used by the Japanese as a place to hold prisoners.

Wei Jichen guessed correctly. This is the prison in Jiulian City, which is temporarily used by the Japanese as a place to hold prisoners.

When he reached the prison gate, Wei Jichen found that the prison was very large, with more than a dozen cells, each of which held nearly fifty prisoners. According to a rough estimate, there were as many as five or six hundred Chinese soldiers imprisoned here alone.

Fortunately, there were still a few cells with only a few people imprisoned. This was certainly not because the Japanese had good intentions and looked at these people differently. It must be that the Japanese were waiting for the prison to be full, and then they might transfer the prisoners to the rear at one time, perhaps to Korea, or directly to Japan.

Wei Jichen was secretly shocked. It seemed that he had to hurry up and think about how to escape. If he was transported back to the rear by the Japanese, he would only be a slave mining and road construction, and he would not even be a slave. The court officials of the Qing Dynasty would not spend even a little money for these prisoners.

The door of each cell was surrounded by thick iron bars and then locked tightly with a big lock. Only a hand and a sand bowl could be stretched out between each iron bar of the iron bars of the cell door.

Two arrogant Japanese soldiers brought a bucket of porridge and placed it at the door of the cell, and were scooping a bowl of porridge into the sand bowl outside the cell door.

Wei Jichen finally understood why most soldiers were weak and powerless, because the porridge was clear and visible to the bottom, with a few pieces of green vegetables floating on it, and the wooden barrel also emitted a sour smell around. This porridge could be drunk as water.

The Japanese naturally would not waste food on these captives, and would not be stupid enough to let everyone eat and then make trouble. Two meals of porridge a day just kept everyone alive.

People are iron, and food is steel. If you don’t eat for three meals, you will be hungry. Wei Jichen learned from the memory of the original owner of the body that he and others had been detained for ten days.

At first, some people had the energy to curse in the prison, but later most of the prisoners found it difficult to even stand up. If this continued, Wei Jichen would probably starve to death before he could think of an escape.

The whole prison was filled with a rotten and gloomy smell. Wei Jichen and other prisoners seemed to have lost their souls. They numbly rushed to the prison door, numbly picked up the sand bowl, and numbly poured the porridge into their mouths.

In contrast, the Japanese soldiers shouted arrogantly.

And it seemed that they were talking specifically to these prisoners, talking in a strange Chinese accent.

"Xiaotian, look at these Chinese pigs. They only know how to lie down and sleep after eating. It's really a waste of our Great Japanese Empire's food."

These foods were obviously snatched from the Chinese by the Japanese. When did they become the food of the Great Japanese Empire? The shameless are really invincible.

"Yes, these Chinese pigs fight like frightened little rabbits, running so fast. If our soldiers of the Great Japanese Empire were not as sensitive as hunting dogs, they really couldn't catch them."

The two Japanese talked a lot, looked down on everyone, and did their best to slander the Chinese.

"Baga, you stupid pig, do you think I didn't see you eat a bowl? You still want to fish in troubled waters! You're looking for death!"

The Japanese suddenly stopped talking, and the little Japanese named Oda suddenly jumped up, grabbed the wrist of a prisoner in the prison, and pulled him out fiercely, shouting loudly.

The prisoner hit the iron door with a bang, and blood flowed on his face. Oda pulled and kicked him hard with his feet.

"Sir, sir, I was wrong! I was wrong!" The prisoner begged and cried.

"Idiot, you're looking for death."

Oda heard the pleading, not only did he not spare him, but he pulled and twisted him harder.

With a snap, the sound of broken bones rang out in the cell and was heard far away, followed by a horrific scream that pierced the cell.

Wei Jichen looked up and saw that the prisoner's arm was broken, revealing the white bones, his clothes soaked with blood, and he fell to the ground and struggled and rolled.

The other prisoners in the cell all showed fear and reluctance, but no one dared to step forward to persuade him.

Hu Zi, who was holding Wei Jichen, looked like he was about to spit fire from his eyes. He stared at the Japanese soldiers fiercely and took a step forward, as if he was going to reason with them.

Wei Jichen hurriedly stopped him coldly, saying, "Hu Zi, lower your head! Don't bother."

"Brother Xiucai!"

Hu Zi cried out in grief and indignation.

"Don't say more!" Wei Jichen said decisively.

As a sentry officer, Wei Jichen commanded about a hundred people. Hu Zi was his former subordinate, one of the eight squad leaders.

On the other side, holding Wei Jichen, his slightly old face was another squad leader, Deng Dapeng.

When Deng Dapeng heard Wei Jichen's words, he pulled Hu Zi's clothes tightly and said softly, "A little intolerance will ruin a big plan. Listen to Xiucai's words."

Hu Zi turned his face away unwillingly, unable to bear to see the miserable state of the prisoner.

The Japanese soldier raised his head and chest proudly, and continued to shout at the cell: "I think you Chinese pigs are asking for a beating. If any of you look at me again, I will dig out your eyeballs and eat them as snacks."

Humiliating and attacking prisoners is the pleasure of these Japanese.

All the prisoners lowered their heads, carefully hiding the panic and anger in their eyes.

Wei Jichen also lowered his head and gritted his teeth. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, a clear female voice suddenly came to his ears.

"Warning, warning! A life form with a friendly degree of -10 appears within five meters of the host."

If the voice was not loud and clear, and it sounded right next to his ears, Wei Jichen almost thought he had heard it wrong.

What's going on?

Wei Jichen looked around with doubtful eyes.

It's hard to find even a female creature in this cell, let alone a woman.

Could it be that I just heard it, a fantasy that appeared when I was extremely hungry?

Wei Jichen shook his head, trying to wake himself up.

"Warning, warning, the host's physical strength is less than 40% of the normal level, seriously insufficient, please replenish your physical strength in time."

Another series of emotionless and crisp female voices sounded in Wei Jichen's ears.