If he chooses a minion, he will be sure to speak out in order to fill his stomach, but he is looking for a cadre.

At this time, this cadre was staring at dozens of eyes. His words made Song Beichuan feel dissatisfied, and he had no place tonight's supper.

"Come on, let me first distribute your power." Song Beichuan said this and took out a map of Korea from his pocket.

After Qiao Yueyi finished translating, he pulled off the rag from the Korean man's mouth.

He moved his chin first and said, "Damn it, get out of here! I won't say it!"

After hearing what he said, Qiao Yueyi was hesitant and dared not translate.

Song Beichuan didn't need her translation. Just from his fierce expression, you can tell that he must have nothing good to say in his mouth.

He also pulled out the rag from a person next to him and said, "Would you like to exchange your life for his life?"

When Qiao Yueyi heard this inexplicable sentence, she was confused and could only translate it truthfully.

The man shook his head quickly.

Song Beichuan nodded and said with a smile: "Whoever can tell me a message can eat, whoever can kill this man will be able to regain freedom, I, Song Beichuan, keep my word."

Qiao Yueyi translated it word for word.

The man who had been torn off the rag in front of him immediately spoke, "My name is Kim Sung-jun, and this man is Park Hong-yeol. We are all employees of the Sanxing Consortium. After the disaster, we became soldiers of Sanxing."

Qiao Yueyi didn't expect that she could be interrogated so easily. She admired Song Beichuan's ability to understand human nature more and more.

After listening to her translation, Song Beichuan nodded, opened the door and asked the soldiers at the door to get a bowl of rice, which was poured with the wild game soup that had just been made, and the tempting smell immediately penetrated into the noses of these people.

"Unlock his hand and let him finish it in ten minutes."

After the man was untied, he showed no sign of resistance. He knelt on the ground, holding a bowl with one hand and chopsticks with the other, and stewed the rice into his mouth with all his might. After the rice was stained with soup, he basically didn't need to chew it, and the food was particularly tempting.

Even Song Beichuan wanted to have another bowl of rice when he saw his eating habits, let alone those soldiers who had not eaten yet.

When Park Hongyeol saw that his subordinates were so useless, he felt ashamed and angry and started cursing.

Seeing that the brewing was almost the same, Song Beichuan pulled out the rag of a person's rag from his mouth and said, "The opportunity is rare, take it well."

In fact, these people have no loyalty to Sanxing at all. They are small employees themselves, but they gather together to save their lives and find that those who should be superior are still superior, and they still have to worry about three meals a day.

The man immediately said, "My name is Li Zaiyu, please give me some food. I am not a cadre, but I also know that there are four strengths in this land, all of which are the original chaebols. During the disaster, they win over their own employees and become king here."

After hearing Qiao Yueyi's translation, Song Beichuan nodded and then brought him a bowl of rice.

These people believed it without doubt and thought that they could have food by telling information. Song Beichuan used a brief plan and smashed the loyalty that Park Honglie had been struggling to hold on to a pool of bubbles.

I saw him hanging his head to the ground, his face full of shame and dare not face Song Beichuan's sharp eyes.

"I'll give you another chance, do you say it or not?"

Song Beichuan knew very well that he could not ask any internal secrets for these minions, but this cadre could know some things that these minions didn't know.

Park Honglie sat on the ground and gritted his teeth and said, "I said, will you give me food?"

"You also see both of them, and they have food to eat. Whoever tells the truth will have food to eat."

He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "A group of Japanese people have recently come and have annexed Cui Chencan's team 'Hailong'."

Song Beichuan nodded, saying that he already knew the news.

"Our Sanxing is the largest force in South Korea, with more than 5,000 people, and the second-class "Jiangbang" also has 3,000 people. Although our place is small, it is less affected by the disaster than you."

Song Beichuan smiled and said, "What's the use of too many people? My soldiers were not injured alone. I captured you alive. Do you still think you are my opponent?"

He was a defeated general, so he could not refute his face and could only say, "Where is the food? Didn't he say that he would give me food?"

Seeing his begging food, Song Beichuan felt that such a person was nothing more than a machine, a manure-making machine, and food for him to eat is definitely a waste.

At this moment, a man below suddenly became very active on the ground and screamed, but something was stuffed in his mouth, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

Then he asked a soldier to pull off the rag from his mouth, and then the man said, "Didn't you say that you can get freedom by killing him?"

Park Honglie was raising rice into his mouth, but he almost choked himself to death, and hurriedly hung his chest.

Song Beichuan felt that things were becoming more and more interesting and said, "I said it!"

Then he threw a knife to him, and the blade fell to the ground and made a crisp sound, which scared Park Honglie to his hair upside down and said, "You can't kill me!" When he said this, Mi Li sprayed all over the ground with the words.

Song Beichuan smiled slightly and said, "I never said from beginning to end that I can't kill you."

At this time, the man had been untied the rope, stood up and moved his muscles and bones, and was pointed at by soldiers from the Hungry Wolf Group with guns. After all, no one was a fool, so as not to attack Song Beichuan with a knife.

I saw him let out a long breath, bent down and picked up the blade on the ground, and walked towards Park Honglie.

At this time, Park Honglie cursed and asked Song Beichuan for help, but Song Beichuan was still cold and wanted to see what this young man was going to do.

He walked to Park Honglie, raised the steel knife in his hand, and slashed it down hard. However, his hand had been loosened. Although he could not dodge, he blocked it with his arms.

A stream of blood was slapped in the air, and the arm was chopped off in an instant. At this time, he stepped on Park Honglie's broken arm, raised his knife with both hands, and slashed hard, slashing Park Honglie's neck with one knife.

I saw that the head bounced on the ground for several rounds, and finally fell into his bowl.

The hot blood dyed the ground red after a while. His body sucked twice and then disappeared completely.

The young man walked to Song Beichuan with a knife in his hand. All the soldiers became nervous and thought he was going to do something, but he actually returned the knife to Song Beichuan with both hands, and kept talking nonstop.

After Qiao Yueyi finished speaking, she translated: "He said that his sister was raped by this guy and killed herself. One was hidden beside him. Unexpectedly, there would be a day when he took revenge. He expressed his gratitude."

Seeing that Qiao Yueyi had just finished speaking, the Korean man started to talk a lot again.

"He said he wanted to follow you. Although he had no talent, he was shot quite accurately. I hope you can take him in?"

After hearing this, Song Beichuan couldn't help but squint his eyes. He had no good impression of such a person who killed his boss. Who knew whether his reason was true or false? Moreover, they were foreigners, and even communication was a problem, so how should they manage it?

He patted his shoulder and did not give him a clear answer. He said to other Korean prisoners: "You all listen. I don't want to kill you. Whoever can learn Chinese first and communicate with me in Chinese will survive, and there is only one week."

This kind of screening method has to be said to have a special intention. First of all, it is possible. Language talent tests a person's intelligence and has good intelligence to survive in this end of the world.

Moreover, under such high pressure, it is not particularly difficult for them to learn Chinese, let alone that they can't even do such a thing. What reason does Song Beichuan have to shelter these wastes?

A few days later, I found some books such as them and a large Chinese dictionary for them, and these people were here to study them honestly.

Otherwise, if you don’t speak Chinese, your head will definitely fall to the ground.

Time flies very quickly. Song Beichuan was stationed here, and a week had passed unknowingly. During this period, in addition to daily training, they just took Yuan Cheng and his people around to check the situation and see how many forces and troops were.

Then, early in the morning, Song Beichuan came to the front of these prisoners and said, "Who has learned it?"

The young man who killed Park Honglie walked out and said, "My name is Zheng Canmin. I am twenty-one years old this year. Please let me join your army!" Then he bowed deeply.

Although he spoke Chinese stutteringly, he still said it.

Song Beichuan nodded with a smile and said, "No, you are qualified."

Afterwards, he was taken to the fat man by two soldiers and distributed his weapons and equipment.

Seeing that the rest of the people were so relaxed, they could pass the test and enthusiastically conducted the test. Song Beichuan did not mean to make things difficult for these prisoners. As long as they could tell their names and ages, they could join the Hongyun Party.

However, there are also uncooperation among them. Song Beichuan naturally would not let go of those who refused to recite these days. He immediately pulled them to the yard and slaughtered them with a knife. There were more than 200 prisoners, and there were about 30 people. He felt that he was teasing them and did not choose to recite them. As a result, he died in an unknown way.

Especially after comparison, those who studied Chinese survived because they were honestly learning Chinese. They looked at the dead, and they almost chose to give up after looking at the dead. At this time, they admired and were afraid of Song Beichuan, especially in this temple, and even had an illusion.

He is a god, who makes people live and die.

(End of this chapter)
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