I Transmigrated into World War II and Became the Commandant of a Japanese POW Camp?

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Being a foreigner means you can't get along with either side. Foreign countries won't investigate you, and Eastern countries won't trust you. Even if you're providing selfless aid, there's an old Chinese saying: "Those who are not of our kind will surely have different hearts."

Seeing the description praising China made me not want to read it; it's just mindless bootlicking.

When I used to read anti-Japanese war novels, I felt very angry when I saw the bedding of Chinese people, and I felt happy when the Japanese devils were treated so badly. What do you think is the reason for this?

Restrain this little devil, then pull down his pants, stuff those snacks into his anus, and let the rat crawl inside. Or, strip him of his upper body, grab the rat, put a metal bucket over it, and burn the bucket. The rat can't stand it, so it has to eat its belly and crawl out.

1. Disobedient animals will be killed and made into hot pot for the animals to eat, to nourish them in this cold weather. They cannot use the toilet; they must relieve themselves on the snow and urinate on the animals' flags. 2. All their fur will be shaved off. Shave them whenever it grows long, making them shave each other. Those not shaved will be used as animal feed. 3.

The book was discovered by the people of Little Day Country, who reported it, so the book was ruined.

Reborn as a Russian bear licking China's boots is a bit too much.

Is the author a pro-American? Why is he so critical of Su?

I'm not good at curing diseases, but I guarantee I can cure petty thieves; if I don't expose their dark hearts, am I even human?! There was this petty officer who was panting and struggling to breathe; I volunteered to kill him, completely eradicating his cough and asthma. A petty general has heart disease? No problem, I'll remove his heart and cure him completely, guaranteeing him a good day, and he'll be firmly in the eighteenth level of hell that very day.