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Upon hearing that it was their last meal before execution, the prisoners of war panicked.

"These beasts! They deserve to die a horrible death!"

Some people cried, some cursed, and some held their heads in despair.

The camp was plunged into a deathly silence of despair.

Just then, Wang Tiezhu suddenly stood up. Although he was so thin that he was just skin and bones, his back was still ramrod straight.

"Stop crying!" he shouted, his voice booming and drowning out all the crying and cursing.

"A head lost is just a scar the size of a bowl! Eighteen years later, I'll be a hero again!"

"Since it's our last meal before we're executed, we should eat it! Even if we die, we should die with a full stomach! We can't go on our way hungry!"

After saying that, he strode to the wooden barrel, reached out and picked up the largest white steamed bun, and took a big bite.

The soft steamed bun melts in your mouth, carrying a sweet wheat aroma.

This was the best food he had eaten in four years.

Tears streamed down his cheeks, mingling with the steamed bun, which he swallowed down.

"That's right! The old sergeant is right! Let's die with our fill!"

"Eat! What's there to be afraid of! We're all going to die anyway!"

"Even if I die, it'll be worth it after eating these steamed buns!"

The tough veterans stepped forward, picked up the steamed buns, and began to eat them heartily.

Seeing this, the others also wiped away their tears and went to the wooden tub.

Since we can't resist it, we should accept it calmly.

Some people ate while crying, some ate while laughing, and some finished one and then picked up another, stuffing it into their mouths as if they wanted to eat all the steamed buns they could ever eat in their lifetime.

Chen Weiguo took a bite of a steamed bun, and tears streamed down his face.

The steamed buns are so sweet.

It's so sweet it makes your heart ache.

He thought of his parents back home, the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, and his brothers who had joined the army with him.

If only I could get back alive.

A whole bucket of white steamed buns was quickly devoured.

Everyone was full; some were even burping from being so full.

They put down the crumbs of steamed bun in their hands, stood quietly in place, and waited for the Japanese soldiers to come and take them away.

Waiting for that gunshot.

But after waiting for a long time, nothing happened.

The Japanese guards remained standing in place, their faces grim, but they made no move.

The sun gradually rose to its zenith and then slowly set in the west.

We waited until the afternoon when we finished work, but there was still no sign of anything happening.

The prisoners of war looked at each other, and they all saw doubt in each other's eyes.

"What's going on? Why haven't they come to take us away yet?"

"I don't know... Could it be today?"

"Could it be tomorrow?"

Just as they were wondering what was going on, the dinner whistle blew.

Two puppet soldiers then carried over two large wooden barrels.

When the lid of the barrel was lifted again, all the prisoners of war were completely stunned.

Inside the wooden bucket were still plump, white steamed buns.

Exactly the same as this morning, steaming hot and smelling of wheat.

"What?"

Li Erniu exclaimed, "Still white flour steamed buns? Even a death sentence doesn't come with two meals!"

"Yes! Who eats two meals as a last meal before death?"

"What on earth is going on? What are these Japanese devils trying to do?"

Everyone was completely confused.

If it's a last meal before death, then you should be on your way after lunch.

But now, dinner is still just plain steamed buns.

This is outrageous, unbelievable.

"Could it be... not a last meal before execution?" Chen Weiguo asked tentatively.

"If it wasn't their last meal before execution, then why are they suddenly feeding us white flour buns?"

Wang Tiezhu frowned, unable to understand it at all.

"When did these Japanese devils become so kind?"

Just then, a cook responsible for tending the fire in the Japanese kitchen sneaked over.

He was also a prisoner of war. Because he could cook, he was assigned to work in the Japanese army's kitchen, where he was much better informed than others.

He looked around to make sure there were no Japanese soldiers guarding the area before lowering his voice and excitedly addressing the crowd:

"Brothers! Great news! Incredibly great news!"

Everyone gathered around, their eyes fixed on him.

"What good news? Tell me quickly!"

"What exactly happened? Why are the Japanese soldiers feeding us white flour buns?"

The cook took a deep breath and said, word by word:

"The Japanese devils have chickened out! They dare not kill us anymore!"

"What?"

Everyone was stunned, thinking they had misheard.

"What did you say? The Japanese soldiers chickened out? How is that possible?"

"Yes! They're so cruel, how could they back down?"

"It's true! I heard the Japanese officer say it with my own ears!" The cook trembled with excitement.

"Just yesterday, Eighth Route Army planes bombed the Japanese headquarters! They bombed the Imperial Palace, the Prime Minister's residence, and the Army Ministry!"

"boom--!"

These words were like a thunderclap, exploding in everyone's minds.

Bomb the headquarters?

Eighth Route Army planes?

Did they bomb the Japanese imperial palace?

Everyone stood there, mouths agape, speechless for a long time.

This is unbelievable, it's like something out of a fantasy.

They never even dared to imagine that one day our planes would be able to fly to the Japanese headquarters and bomb the Japanese imperial palace.

"Is...is this real?"

Wang Tiezhu's voice trembled as he grabbed the cook's arm and shook it violently: "You're not lying to us, are you? The Eighth Route Army really bombed the palace?"

"Absolutely true!" The cook nodded vigorously.

"I also heard them say that the Eighth Route Army issued a statement saying that if the Japanese dare to mistreat a prisoner or harm a civilian again, they will bomb them again!"

It turned out to be the case.

It wasn't a last meal after all.

It turns out the Japanese really did back down.

It turns out that someone is risking their life for them.

It turns out someone dropped bombs on the Japanese stronghold, forcing those beasts to stop killing them indiscriminately.

"That's great...that's great..."

Wang Tiezhu covered his face and burst into tears.

This tough guy, who had spent four years in a prisoner-of-war camp, endured countless beatings, and witnessed countless deaths, and had never shed a single tear, was now crying like a child.

four years ago.

It's been four years.

They lived in fear and despair every day, not knowing when they would die.

They thought they would die in this dark and hopeless prisoner-of-war camp.

But now, someone is telling them that the Japanese have backed down.

Someone told them they didn't have to die.

"Thank you, Eighth Route Army... thank you all..."

"We don't have to die...we can get out of here alive..."

More and more people started crying.

These are not tears of despair, but tears of joy, tears of rebirth.

Years of pent-up grievances, pain, and despair poured out in tears at this moment.

They hugged each other, crying and laughing.

For the first time, the once lifeless prisoner-of-war camp came alive.

The setting sun shone through the barbed wire, casting its golden light on their faces and their emaciated bodies.

On the watchtower not far away, the Japanese guard with the mustache looked at the prisoners of war embracing and weeping in the camp, his face growing even more gloomy.

He instinctively tightened his grip on the gun, but eventually, he slowly loosened it.

He turned his head away, pretending not to see it!