Chapter 224: A decent way to die. Please subscribe.
"Bah!" Zhou Weihan put the shell gun in the gun box still on the ground.
Yuan Xueming stared blankly at the shell gun on the ground and understood what Zhou Weihan meant.
Shivering, I picked up the shell gun and opened the nose of the machine, but I still couldn't make up my mind.
Dong Jiang and the monk stepped forward to block Zhou Weihan, fearing that Yuan Xueming would do something wrong.
"Whether you believe it or not, when I first fell into the hands of the little devils, I made up my mind never to betray my comrades, but the torture of the little devils is beyond your imagination!" Yuan Xueming seemed to remember something, tears and runny nose filled his eyes.
It kept pouring out.
"I fucking hate myself for being such a weakling!" Yuan Xueming said and slapped himself hard, so hard that the corners of his mouth bled.
"I believe it!" Zhou Weihan said.
Yuan Xueming was stunned when he heard this and said: "Thank you!"
"This group of little Japanese agents was carefully trained by the head of the Japanese secret service in Xingtai, Terai Chaoyi. Their purpose is to find a Japanese captured in southern Hebei within the Eighth Route Army! The Japanese don't trust me either. I only know this. I hope
It can be of some help to the organization!”
After Yuan Xueming finished speaking, he closed his eyes and pointed the gun in his right hand at his temple.
"boom!"
With the sound of a gunshot, Yuan Xueming fell to the ground, with a slight smile on his face.
Zhou Weihan picked up the shell gun and said to Dong Jiang: "Assign someone to find a good place to bury him first!"
"yes!"
Although Yuan Xueming became a traitor, Zhou Weihan gave him a decent death.
He died because he became a traitor and betrayed his comrades. His dignity was because he had contributed to the revolution.
Zhou Weihan asked himself many times whether he could survive the enemy's torture if he fell into the hands of the enemy one day.
After learning about various tortures, Zhou Weihan knew that this was a fruitless question. Many comrades were not afraid of death, but...
...
The two Tian Desheng brothers were identifying among the crowd of Japanese agents. Among the wounded Japanese agents, Nonaka Kenji also wanted to use the crowd to hide his identity. Unfortunately, Tian Desheng recognized them at a glance, stepped forward, and dragged him out of the crowd.
Nonaka Kenji was dragged in front of Zhou Weihan like a dead dog. Tian Desheng shouted angrily: "Detachment leader, this is the company commander who is leading it! His name is Li Zhongjian, he must be the leader of these little devils!"
Zhou Weihan looked at the half-dead Kenji Nonaka in front of him and said, "They are all pretending to be our Eighth Route Army. Can you understand Chinese?"
Kenji Nonaka's eyes were a little dodgey, but he didn't say a word.
Zhou Weihan was never soft on little devils, and then he glanced at the monk.
The monk understood immediately, drew his bayonet, and called on the Tian Desheng brothers to suppress Nonaka Kenji.
"Little devil, your bones are very strong, let me treat your injuries!" The monk smiled honestly and wiped the bayonet with his fingers.
The monk's smile was like a devil's smile in Nonaka Kenji's eyes, and he was so frightened that he made a "ho ho" sound from his mouth.
The monk pressed his left hand against Kenji Nonaka's injured thigh and waved his other hand down.
"Pfft!" The bayonet hit his wound.
Kenji Nonaka howled like a wild boar in pain.
The movement of the monk's hand did not stop. He held back his energy and turned the bayonet around in the wound, and then forcefully dug out the bullet.
Kenji Nonaka's face was twisted in pain. The two Tian Desheng brothers who were pressing his body tightly witnessed the whole process with their own eyes, and their scalps felt numb.
"Little devil, don't be so anxious to open your mouth. There is still an injury on your chest that has not been treated!" The monk pointed to Kenji Nonaka's injured right chest.
Hearing this, Kenji Nonaka watched helplessly as the bright bayonet slowly approached his chest.
At this time, I finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted in a broken voice: "I will say, I will say anything!"
"Shouldn't it be over already?" The monk wiped the blood from the bayonet on Kenji Nonaka's clothes, and then put it back on his waist.
"My name is Kenji Nonaka, and I am directly under the Handan Secret Service. My boss is Yuichi Sawada. I have trained this group of agents specifically to sneak into the Eighth Route Army and gather intelligence!"
"What kind of information are you asking for?"
"Not long ago in southern Hebei, a pilot named Takema Yamada was captured by the Eighth Route Army. He is the nephew of Commander Okamura Neiji of the North China Expeditionary Force. Our group of agents are here to find out more about him!" Kenji Nonaka revealed everything.
came out.
"How many agents are there like you?" Zhou Weihan asked.
"All the agents I'm in charge of are here. As for whether there are others, I don't know!" Kenji Nonaka said, breathing heavily.
Zhou Weihan waved his hand after hearing this, and the monk took out his bayonet again and squatted down.
Kenji Nonaka surprisingly did not resist, but closed his eyes.
The monk saw this and killed him neatly.
"Detachment leader, how to deal with the wounded little Japs?" Dong Jiang asked, pointing to a group of wounded Japanese agents.
"Kill!" Zhou Weihan said coldly.
After receiving the order, the soldiers of the reconnaissance company did not hesitate at all and stepped forward to finish the shots. This was a good tradition for the reconnaissance company and even the entire independent detachment.
Although Zhou Weihan was once kicked off the position of regiment leader for killing prisoners, he even had to take the blame for the cooking team at the headquarters.
However, the prisoners who were given preferential treatment were not eligible for points. Those who could be selected for training as agents must be die-hard members of the Japanese army in Zhou Weihan's opinion.
It is true that the Independent Detachment has a great cause, but precious medicines cannot be wasted on things that are worse than a bunch of beasts.
At this time, Di Gua and others from Li Da's defense regiment arrived belatedly.
"Detachment leader!" Digua swallowed as he looked at the dead bodies on the ground, and then looked at the soldiers of the reconnaissance company who were cleaning the battlefield.
Digua secretly thought to himself, it didn't take long to get here from outside the village, and there were more than a hundred enemy troops, how could they be solved?
To put it bluntly, there are specialties in the art industry, and these little devils are pretending to be lurking in the industry. They are all new recruits, and they may not be good at fighting, let alone meeting the reconnaissance company.
"You handle the corpses and weapons and equipment! The Japanese special agent team died here. You must be prepared for Japanese revenge," Zhou Weihan said to Sweet Potato.
"yes!"
After Zhou Weihan finished speaking, he looked at Tian Defu who was playing with the shell gun and said, "DeFu, are you interested in joining the main force?"
When Tian Defu heard this, he was very happy and said hurriedly: "Yes, I have never dreamed of joining the main force!"
"Monk, take these two brothers and let them serve as orderlies for me and the political commissar!" Zhou Weihan said.
Zhou Weihan fell in love with this young man Tian Defu at first sight. He quickly thought and explained the terrain in front of his house clearly in a few words. He was also courageous in doing things. The two Tian brothers contributed a lot to the fact that they were able to deal with the Japanese agents so easily this time.
"Why don't you go pack your things?" the monk reminded.
"There's nothing to deal with. I still have some food at home, so I'll share it with the villagers!" said the eldest brother Tian Desheng.
The two brothers gave their pots, pans, pans, and grain to the surrounding neighbors, and followed Zhou Weihan and his party back to Yamawang Mountain.
Digua, who stayed behind to clean up the aftermath, called on Tamura's fellow villagers to collect the bodies of the Japanese soldiers.