Bright Sword's Bloody War of Resistance

Chapter 224 A Decent Way to Die Please Subscribe

"Clap!" Zhou Weihan put the shelled gun in the gun box still on the ground.

Yuan Xueming stared blankly at the shelling gun on the ground, and understood what Zhou Weihan meant.

Tremblingly, he picked up the shelling gun and turned on the machine head, but he still couldn't make up his mind.

Dong Jiang and the monk stepped forward to stand in front of Zhou Weihan, for fear that Yuan Xueming would do something wrong.

"Whether you believe it or not, when I first fell into the hands of the little devil, I made up my mind never to betray my comrades, but the torture of the little devil is beyond your imagination!" Yuan Xueming seemed to remember something, tears and snot Stop pouring out.

"I fucking hate myself for being weak!" Yuan Xueming slapped himself so hard that the corners of his mouth were bleeding.

"I believe it!" Zhou Weihan said.

Yuan Xueming was taken aback when he heard the words, and said, "Thank you!"

"This group of little devil agents was carefully trained by Asaichi Terai, the head of the Xingtai Japanese Army's secret service agency. Their purpose was 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 helpful to the organization!"

After Yuan Xueming finished speaking, he closed his eyes and pointed the gun at his temple with his right hand.

"boom!"

With 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: "Arrange someone to find a good place to bury him first!"

"Yes!"

Although Yuan Xueming became a traitor, Zhou Weihan gave him a decent way to die.

He died because he became a traitor and betrayed his comrades, and he was honorable because he had made contributions to the revolution.

Zhou Weihan asked himself many times, if one day fell into the hands of the enemy, would he be able to survive the severe torture of the enemy.

After learning about all kinds of torture, Zhou Weihan knew that this is a problem with no results. Many comrades are not afraid of death, but
The two brothers Tian Desheng were identifying among the crowd of Japanese spies. Among the wounded crowd of Japanese spies, Kenji Nonaka wanted to use the crowd to hide his eyes and ears, but Tian Desheng recognized them at a glance. He stepped forward and dragged him out of the crowd.

Kenji Nonaka was dragged to Zhou Weihan like a dead dog, and Tian Desheng shouted angrily: "Detachment Captain, this is the company commander at the head! What is his name 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 dodged a little, but he didn't say a word.

Zhou Weihan was never soft on little devils, then he glanced at the monk.

The monk immediately understood, drew out his bayonet, and called Tian Desheng and his two brothers to hold down Kenji Nonaka.

"Little devil, your bones are quite hard. I'll treat your wounds!" The monk smiled honestly, wiping the bayonet with his fingers.

The monk's smile was like a devil's smile in Nonaka Kenji's eyes at this time, and he was so frightened that he made a "ho ho" sound from his mouth.

The monk pressed Kenji Nonaka's injured thigh with his left hand, and waved his other hand down.

"Puff!" The bayonet hit his wound.

At this time, Kenji Nonaka howled like a wild boar under the pain.

The movement of the monk's hands did not stop, holding back his energy, he turned the bayonet around the wound, and then abruptly pulled out the bullet.

Kenji Nonaka's face was distorted by the pain. The two Tian Desheng brothers, who were pressing down on his body, witnessed the whole process with their own eyes, and felt their scalps go numb.

"Little devil, don't open your mouth in a hurry, you still have a wound on your chest that hasn't been healed!" The monk pointed to Kenji Nonaka's injured right chest.

Hearing this, Kenji Nonaka watched helplessly as the gleaming bayonet slowly approached his chest.

At this moment, I finally couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted in a broken voice: "I say, I can say anything!"

"Isn't it over?" The monk wiped the blood from the bayonet on Kenji Nonaka's clothes, and then pinned it to his waist.

"My name is Kenji Nonaka, and I am directly under the Handan Secret Service. The boss is Yuichi Sawada. I have trained this group of agents to infiltrate the Eighth Route Army and inquire about intelligence!"

"Inquire about what information!"

"Not long ago in southern Hebei, a pilot named Takema Yamada was captured by the Eighth Route Army. He is the nephew of Ningji Okamura, the commander of the North China Dispatch Army. Our group of agents is here to inquire about his news!" Kenji Nonaka confided. out.

"How many agents like you are there?" Zhou Weihan asked.

"The group of agents I'm in charge of are all here, as for whether there are others, I don't know!" Kenji Nonaka gasped.

After Zhou Weihan heard this, he waved his hand, and the monk took out his bayonet again and squatted down.

Kenji Nonaka surprisingly did not resist, but closed his eyes instead.

Seeing this, the monk finished him cleanly.

"Detachment leader, what should we do with these little devil wounded?" Dong Jiang asked, pointing to a group of wounded Japanese military agents.

"Kill it!" Zhou Weihan said coldly.

The soldiers of the reconnaissance company who received the order did not hesitate at all, and stepped forward to make up their swords one after another. This is a good tradition of the reconnaissance company and even the entire independent detachment.

Although Zhou Weihan was dismissed from the position of regimental commander for killing prisoners, he went to the cooking team at the headquarters to carry the big pot.

However, the preferential treatment of prisoners is not the object of scoring. Those who can be selected as special agent training must be diehard members of the Japanese army in Zhou Weihan's view.

It is true that the independent detachment has great achievements, but precious medicines cannot be wasted on things that are inferior to a group of animals.

At this time, Li Daguai and others from the garrison regiment were late.

"Detachment Captain!" Digua swallowed while looking at the dead bodies all over the ground, and then looked at the soldiers of the reconnaissance company who were cleaning the battlefield.

Sweet Potato thought to himself, it didn't take long to arrive here from outside the village, and there were more than a hundred enemy troops, so this solved it?
To put it bluntly, there is a specialization in the art industry, and these little devils pretend to be lurking in the field. They are all recruits, and they may not be good at fighting, let alone met a reconnaissance company.

"You handle the dead bodies and weapons and equipment! The Japanese spy team died here, and you must be prepared for the Japanese army's revenge." Zhou Weihan said to Sweet Potatoes.

"Yes!"

After Zhou Weihan finished speaking, he looked at Tian Defu who was fiddling with the shell gun, and said, "Defu, are you interested in joining the main force?"

Tian Defu was overjoyed when he heard that, and hurriedly said: "Yes, I dream of going to the main force!"

"Monk, take their two brothers and let them serve as orderlies for me and the political commissar!" Zhou Weihan said.

Zhou Weihan, a young man named Tian Defu, fell in love with him at a glance, and his brain turned quickly, and he explained the terrain in front of his house clearly in a few words.They are also courageous in doing things. The two brothers of the Tian family contributed a lot to the fact that they were able to deal with the Japanese army's agents so easily this time.

"Aren't you going to pack your things?" The monk reminded.

"There is nothing to take care of. There is still some food at home. I will share it with the villagers!" said the eldest brother Tian Desheng.

The two brothers gave the pots, pans, and food to the neighbors around them, and followed Zhou Weihan and his party back to Mount Yanwang.

The sweet potatoes left behind to deal with the aftermath called on the villagers of Tamura to clean up the corpses of the Japanese soldiers.

　Thanks to Han Feng for changing the number again for the big 100 reward.

　　
　
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