"The officers and soldiers in Bangshan are the servants trained by Lord Xiong himself, and the general is General Qian Song Ming."
The figure in the darkness seemed to say something, and someone immediately went out next to him.
"Where is Song Ming now?"
"On the day you captured Bangshan, he lost his footing and fell into the water while crossing the river. He was rescued by his own soldiers - I heard that he was unconscious and later lost his life."
"Where are the others?"
Chang Qingyun hesitated for a second whether to tell Yi Haoran and Jiang Suolai, and then thought that their identities and actions were not secrets, so why hide it for them, then said: "The other one is Mr. Qian of the Jia Ding Team, named Jiang Suolai.
"
"Where did these servants come from and who trained them?"
"They were all trained by Jiang Suo." Chang Qingyun knew that what the other party was interested in must be how the servant team was able to "drill".
"What is the origin of Jiang Suo?"
"This, the student really doesn't know -" Seeing the look in the other person's eyes, the long-lasting memories turned into a chill on his back, and he quickly added, "Jiang Suo is a student of Yi Haoran in the Xiong Supervisor.
"
The person in the shadow seemed to say something again, and the recorder next to him immediately sent a note out.
Needless to say, they must have gone to search for Yi Haoran and Jiang Suo. I don’t know if they ran away...
"What is the origin of Yi Haoran, and how did Jiang Suo get acquainted with him?"
Chang Qingyun had tasted the iron fist of the Senate's dictatorship, so he did not dare to hide it. Now he told Yi Haoran's origins, how he was appointed to buy "guns", and how he brought Jiang Suo back from the road; he also talked about the two
I was once appointed by Supervisor Xiong to recruit servants from Guizhou to "train troops" in Guangxi. He was messing around, lest he not go into detail and offend the "cadres" who were in charge of the review.
"Tell me in detail what you know about Jiang Suo."
Chang Qingyun gave a rough overview of his impression of Jiang Suo, saying that he was extremely withdrawn in daily life and rarely interacted with others except with Yi Haoran;
Extremely skilled. Not close to women, not easy to enjoy, and extremely indifferent to money.
"...is a weirdo."
Half an hour later, the questioning of Chang Qingyun finally ended. The interrogator called two soldiers to take him out. At this time, he heard the man in the shadow behind him talking.
"You arrange it this way...all the prisoners of war will be sent to the isolation camp together, regardless of whether there are scholars or not. Pay special attention not to leave them idle. During the isolation period, they must also contribute to the reconstruction of Wuzhou City; at the same time, pay attention to screening. Those who have committed robbery and murder will be the accomplices of the people.
Big ones, as long as there are reports, they will be screened - once verified, a separate team will be formed. At that time, we will hold a war criminals trial meeting. The Senate is paying attention to controlling Guangdong in accordance with the law, so don't act out of emotion..."
Chang Qingyun hadn't stepped out yet, so he heard it clearly. He intuitively felt that the person speaking must be Zhenkun. Only Zhenkun could have such a calm and calm tone; only Zhenkun could have such a contemptuous tone towards scholars.
"Become a prisoner again! Prisoner!" Chang Qingyun was so ashamed that he might as well have been trampled to death or hacked to death by the insurrectionary soldiers when the city of Wuzhou was breached. Unexpectedly, he was living in an ignoble manner, looking at the muzzle of the gun and his legs and feet just like Chengmai had done.
Then he softened. When he fell into the hands of the Kun thief, he did not have the courage to hit the city wall and commit suicide. In front of the Kun thief, not only could he not say "no", but during the interrogation just now, he was afraid that he would not speak in detail and was fawning.
vigorously!
Although no one was watching anymore, he was ashamed and ashamed, and just walked with his head lowered. Ren Kunbing took him to the city wall. There was a row of caves for hiding soldiers, and they made a temporary detention center.
The prisoners who were initially screened and needed to be "detained" were all detained here. Chang Qingyun felt that all his thoughts were gone at this moment - after Chengmai was captured, they were locked up in the prisoner camp, and not only suffered the humiliation of shaving and bathing,
He also goes out to work on road construction every day. People like Chang Qingyun who "do not do anything in production" on weekdays "want to die." If it weren't for being rich and caring, he would have been tortured to death long ago. He couldn't wait for his family to send him a ransom.
The money has arrived.
According to the nature of the thief, he had to take medicine according to the prescription again, and he had to endure all kinds of humiliation and torture again - but this time it was too rushed because he had no money.
Thinking of Qian Taichong, Chang Qingyun couldn't help but feel a little ashamed. When he ran away, he promised Qian Taichong that he would try to raise money to redeem him when he returned to the mainland. However, after he came out, he calculated and couldn't bear the money anymore -
Especially after hearing that his family had sold their land to redeem him, Chang Qingyun felt so distressed that he simply put the matter behind him.
I don’t know what’s going on with Qian Taichong now… He might have been tortured to death by the Kun thieves.
If this is the case, this is my own retribution...
Chang Qingyun sighed in frustration. Even when the retained prefect officials brought food and water to the prisoners, he did not move.
Just when Chang Qingyun closed his eyes and thought hard about where to go, the old man who was sharing the food woke him up. It turned out to be an old official who used to work in the Yamen and was familiar with him on weekdays.
"Mr. Chang, just accept your fate. Not to mention whether Mr. Xiong is alive or dead now, even if he is not captured by the Australians, he will be taken away by the imperial court for questioning. There is no guarantee for someone like you who works under him.
I'm still implicated! I said earlier that Mr. Yi had a solution, but what happened? It's not in vain. Even if you don't think about yourself, you still have to think about your wife, children, and children at home - at least the people of Kun will not kill innocent people indiscriminately."
That's right. Being captured means you have lost your integrity. It's better to live an ignoble existence. Maybe you can still serve your parents and raise your wife and children if you are left disabled...
"You, the old man, are a well-read and sensible person. I looked at Kun... Australians are very reasonable and kind to others. You, the old man, just bowed your head and passed away..."
Anyway, I've already shaved my hair once, so it won't be a big deal if I shave it again. As for road construction, it was also repaired at the beginning. Maybe I can get through it.
After thinking about this, Chang Qingyun felt calm. He also took a wooden bowl, scooped out a bowl of porridge in the big bucket, and drank it.
In the afternoon, he and the other captives were taken to work outside the city, cleaning up the ruins. Because of his experience as a prisoner twice, Chang Qingyun was not only experienced with his hands and feet, but he was also able to do things before the orders were given by Kun Bing. Within a few days, he seemed to be a success.
A reform-through-labour activist.
Xu Xu looked at the interrogation records. It was obvious that Jiang Suo was the "spy" mentioned in the Lone Wolf intelligence. Judging from the intelligence obtained from all aspects, this person should have served in the Fubo Army. His supervisor immediately wrote
An inquiry letter was sent by telegram, asking the Political Department of the General Staff of the Fubo Army in Lingao to check the list of missing and mutinous personnel in the army to see if there was a person named "Jiang Suo".
"If the Political Office doesn't have one, then you have to check the military service register - it's a bit like finding a needle in a haystack." Xu Xu thought to himself, "I wonder if Lone Wolf knows about Jiang Suo's situation."
The code for contacting the lone wolf has been sent out. As soon as he entered the city, Xuancheng followed the emergency contact method of the Foreign Intelligence Bureau and painted the code on the screen wall of the Cangwu County Yamen. As long as the lone wolf saw the code, he would come and try to contact him.
Contact him.
But no one has shown up yet. Xu Xu was secretly worried: Is this lone wolf dead?
There was chaos in the city before and after the city was broken, and many people died. If they were really going to die, it would be a huge loss...
He was thinking wildly when he suddenly saw Xie Erren, the newly appointed director of the Wuzhou Military Control Commission, and his men coming out in a hurry. Seeing that he was deep in thought, he came up and said hello with a smile:
"I am about to break away from your leadership, and I will have to rely on your strong support in the future."
This Xie Erren just arrived from Zhaoqing yesterday. He is the director of the Military Control Commission of Wuzhou and the future mayor of Wuzhou, so he has a heavy responsibility on his shoulders. However, on the way to office, he mainly worked for licensing-Guangdong and Guangxi
The war covered a wide area, captured many prisoners, and had many clues. Relying on permission and a small team of men was far from enough.
"You are the one who has the heavy responsibility on your shoulders." Xu Xu looked at the broken city wall of Wuzhou, "I'm afraid it won't be easy for you to secure your position in Wuzhou City."
"With the support of the Senate and the Fubo Army, these are just trivial matters!" Xie Erren was full of confidence.
Before coming to this time and space, Xie Erren was a reporter for "Oriental Monday" in a certain southern city, making a living by digging up embarrassing stories in other provinces every month. Before traveling through time, he heard about a group of people through his informant in the Public Security Bureau.
MLM members rented an abandoned camp for "big training".
Having not had a cover feature for three months, he keenly discovered that this hot spot was "interesting, relevant, and sensational." If this article comes out and the department director is properly involved, maybe it will be available next year.
Join the editorial board.
Therefore, Xie Erren volunteered to do undercover investigations, and participated in training with 500 people every day, while holding back his laughter and waiting to see these fools' jokes. As a result, on D-Day, he turned into a fool.
Although I didn't suffer a nervous breakdown on the spot, I still went through a period of depression and almost committed suicide.
After working as a basic laborer for more than half a year, he finally recognized the reality: If he couldn't go back, he should try his best to look like a "noble" in the Ming Dynasty.
Although he is a media worker 100 times more professional than Tintin, looking at the "Lingao Times" published by Tintin every day always feels like reading a school magazine. But when the opportunity to choose a new path in life really arises, he decisively gives up media communication
of business.
"I have been a mouthpiece all my life, using people's money to speak for others; now I should be the ruling class who decides what others can and cannot say!"
Adhering to his strong identification with "power comes from the barrel of a gun", Xie Erren is full of enthusiasm for all violent institutions. However, the professional atmosphere in the army is too strong, and as a keyboard military enthusiast, he really has no chance to get ahead; Political Security Bureau
Such a gray organization has little opportunity to satisfy his desire to be in the limelight, and it is too easy to get involved in the vortex of political struggles. As a former reporter for "Oriental Monday", he has seen too many consequences of political failure.
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