RPAGF Chapter 888 The hospitality of Old Wang was not something to be enjoyed easily.
Chapter 888 The hospitality of Old Wang was not something to be enjoyed easily.
"It's windy at sea, have a bowl of hot ginger soup to warm yourself up, don't catch a cold!"
Old Wang's gaze swept over the prisoners who were surrounded by guards on the dock.
Wow, a big submarine is impressive; there are almost eighty people on board.
These prisoners had just disembarked from the transport boat, their necks hunched, their boots still wet with seawater, and they shivered in the cool breeze.
Old Wang gestured towards the large iron pot behind him, then picked up a rough porcelain bowl, scooped it full, and sipped it in front of everyone.
The ginger soup was piping hot, and he drank it slowly, his Adam's apple bobbing as he deliberately smacked his lips, while secretly glancing at the prisoners' reactions out of the corner of his eye.
"You guys, get to work!"
Zhao Gang rubbed his frozen hands and came over, scooping out a bowl as well. He took a sip and hissed in shock, swirling his tongue around in his mouth before swallowing. He turned to Old Wang and yelled, "Dog, can't you take care of people? This soup is like boiling water, are you trying to scald someone to death?"
He was really cold. He had been busy in the submarine for half a day, and the sea breeze made his bones feel cold. But after drinking the scalding hot ginger soup, a warm current rushed from his throat to his stomach, and his face visibly became a little rosier.
The prisoners relaxed a little as they watched the two men drink the ginger soup.
Since even the "enemy" dared to drink it, there must be nothing fishy about the soup. They lined up, carefully taking the bowls handed to them by the sailors. As soon as they touched the rim, they were burned and pulled their hands back. They could only pinch the edge of the bowl with their fingertips, blowing on it to cool it down. After taking a sip, they would grimace and stick their tongues out for a long time, not daring to retract them. Some even stomped their feet because of the burn, looking like cats whose tails had been burned.
This is exactly the effect that Lao Wang wanted!
He strolled around seemingly casually, but his gaze swept from one open mouth to another, focusing intently on the depths of their throats.
Zhao Gang was drinking ginger soup to warm himself up when he caught a glimpse of Old Wang acting strangely out of the corner of his eye: "Hmm? Where is this kid looking!"
Old Wang didn't look at the prisoners' faces or watch their movements. Instead, like an old Chinese medicine doctor, he stared intently at the throats of each person, not even daring to blink.
One of the prisoners choked and coughed because he drank too fast. Old Wang even took two steps forward, his eyes wide open.
If he encounters someone who always purses their lips and moves their throat stiffly while drinking soup, he will be unusually "considerate" and walk over to them, awkwardly saying "yo-ge-da, yo-ge-da" while adding a large spoonful of scalding hot ginger soup to their bowl, forcing them to endure the heat wave again, thus providing him with a clearer window for observation.
"What are you looking at?" Zhao Gang leaned closer to Lao Wang and whispered, "Can you see something amazing just by looking at your throat? What weird habit have you picked up at your new job?"
Old Wang didn't answer immediately. After wandering around for a while, he pulled Zhao Gang behind the anti-aircraft artillery position and said, "This is a method I came up with. The Japanese believe in 'dying for the sake of the emperor,' who knows what deadly things they might be hiding in their mouths."
If we just search them and try to pry their mouths open, they'll either bite into the capsule and commit suicide, or they'll fight back desperately. It'll be a real problem.
He pointed to the prisoners who were still grimacing as they drank their soup, "One of the brothers was right to warn us that we should be careful that these guys don't hide poison in their mouths. The soup is so hot that anyone would open their mouths to breathe on it, and if they really had something hidden, they would have been exposed by now."
"Look at that guy with glasses. He took a sip and then covered his mouth, and his throat was moving strangely. Who knows what he's hiding... Keep a close eye on him!"
Zhao Gang suddenly realized and couldn't help but slap his thigh: "Brilliant! You're the one with the most clever ideas! I thought you'd gone crazy from looking at your throat!"
As they were talking, the prisoners on the dock began to stir.
Several Japanese soldiers held up empty bowls, gesturing towards the large iron pot, muttering something in English, and looking somewhat embarrassed.
"What's wrong? Did your little trick get discovered?"
Zhao Gang's expression hardened, and his hand unconsciously reached for his waist.
Staff Officer Xie, who remained in the crowd, listened carefully and then waved to Old Wang:
"The soup is all gone, and some people didn't get any! The rest of us would like another bowl!"
"The brown sugar was all boiled down long ago, where would we find any left over?"
Old Wang frowned, then his eyes lit up. He winked at Zhao Gang beside him, signaling him to keep an eye on the prisoners, while he quietly circled around to the barracks not far away.
There was a bulging package there, containing Banlangen granules specially sent to Jiangxia by the director of the Northeast Chinese Medicine Factory, who said it would treat illnesses and clear heat if one was not sick.
Jiang Xia didn't mind the trouble, but a big bag was really hard to carry, and she couldn't just stuff it into her spatial bag openly.
So it was given to Old Wang, and it came in handy at this moment.
"Just rinse it with boiling water and bring it over, top it off!"
"Sweet flavor, all you can eat!"
The sailors served the prisoners soup again, and the boys' eyes lit up as they took a sip from their bowls.
"Hi! Arigato!"
This new ginger soup tastes especially delicious!
The slight bitterness combined with the sweetness perfectly balanced the scalding temperature, making it surprisingly palatable. They drank even more heartily now. Even the bespectacled Japanese soldier who had been closely watched by Old Wang earlier drank two bowls, showing no signs of discomfort in his throat, as if he were genuinely thirsty.
"Moshi moshi, it's alright, it's alright!"
"Oh, I think..."
Hearing these words, Old Wang's eyes twitched, and he barely managed to suppress the rage within him.
"Alright! You've had your fill, time to stretch your legs!" Old Wang waved his hand. "Come with me, let's go to the bathhouse for a soak and change into some clean clothes!"
"Yoshi! Yoshi! Eighth Route Army, you're awesome!"
Xiao Benzi himself had a habit of taking baths, not to mention these submariners who had been underwater for who knows how long. Upon hearing this, they were all even happier, and without much persuasion from Old Wang, they all walked with lighter steps.
The bathhouse was a large, semi-open-air pool, usually used by new recruits after training. At this moment, the water in the pool was steaming.
From a distance, it does look somewhat like the Wentang I remember from some notebooks.
The children took off their clothes and jumped into the pool. The warm water washed over their bodies, and many of them sighed comfortably, their tense nerves completely relaxing.
Captain Sato leaned against the poolside, squinting as he muttered to his subordinates, "I didn't expect the Chinese to be so considerate. It's much more comfortable than being in the JMSDF..."
Old Wang sent people to collect all the clothes of these little notebooks, and found some old Alliance military uniforms that the Daryan base had received in the early years in the warehouse.
Let these naked prisoners wash and change.
Who would have thought that this move would trigger an even bigger "reaction"?
"Oh! Alliance uniforms!"
"Seriously! It's made of wool!"
"It's much more comfortable than the work clothes we have at the Marine Self-Defense Force!"
"Surrendering was definitely the right thing to do! The treatment is so good!"
Especially the Hayashio-class submarine captain named Sato, who, while touching the Russian's woolen uniform, was almost moved to tears, and kept talking to his former subordinates beside him:
"See that, gentlemen! I told you! Being a member of the Maritime Self-Defense Force is just about making a living, why risk your life? Look at their demeanor! Look at the treatment they receive! Our surrender is an act of abandoning darkness for light!"
His group of "deaf" subordinates surrounded him, bowing and scraping, praising the captain's wise decision.
Tsk, don't think that the Japanese submarine captain is really that naive. He just chose the path of surrender, so naturally he will do his best to uphold his choice.
You agree, right, you large colonies? You should all understand this deeply...
Their excited gathering brought out the three people who had been huddled in the corner.
Old Wang had noticed these three people long ago.
They finally lingered before entering the bathhouse, then huddled in the corner furthest from the others, trying to minimize their presence. But the occasional glances they cast concealed a venomous ferocity.
Old Wang nudged his old comrade-in-arms Zhao Gang, who was tending to the prisoners, with his elbow and asked in a low voice, "I was just about to ask you, who are those three old men in suits who came ashore? Were they also from the boat? They look so strange."
Zhao Gang, who was already holding back his anger, glared at Lao Wang with annoyance upon hearing this: "Pah! Why be so polite to these little devils?"
After venting his frustrations, he frowned and recalled:
"These three... were found in a hidden compartment in the engine room. It's really strange; all the other crew members on board were wearing gas masks as required, but these three weren't. When they were found, they were still breathing, covered in soot, so we put them on them too. What? Something's wrong?"
"What's the problem? Are there any submariners, especially those on front-line combat vessels, over forty years old?"
"Look at their hair, how much of it has turned gray? And their demeanor doesn't seem like that of ordinary technicians!" Old Wang stroked his chin, his eyes sharpening.
After Zhao Gang's prompting, he suddenly realized what was going on: "That's right! Damn it! What ordinary submariner is that old? These three people definitely have something wrong with their identities!"
Just as the two were discussing in hushed tones, a strange thing happened in the bathhouse!