Sword of Death Camp

Chapter 23 Grievance
It may be preconceived, or it may be some other reason. Anyway, the security officer Zhou Tian began to see that the wounded man on the kang had more and more problems everywhere.

However, there is nothing wrong with his doubts. If it is a unit like the Central Army Jinsui Army, it is generally called the chief, but if it is the Eighth Route Army, the chief must be called the chief.

Of course, if the cadres at the battalion level and above, there are some cadres at the company level who are called chiefs, but very few, and the most important thing is to be called that person is embarrassing.

And Zhang Dabiao happens to be a battalion commander. If the opponent is an internal soldier of the Eighth Route Army, as long as he is a person below the battalion commander level, he must salute Zhang Dabiao and call the head when he sees Zhang Dabiao.

Of course, if he was a member of Zhang Dabiao's subordinates, he would be called the Battalion Commander directly, but if not, he couldn't escape being called the Commander.

Obviously, he is not a soldier under Zhang Dabiao now, but he calls Zhang Dabiao Zhang Battalion Commander equally.

This kind of detail is only noticed by security officers like them.

(After 49, cadres around the battalion commander were rarely called chiefs, but during the period of the Eighth Route Army, the battalion commander was still quite a leader.)

Zhang Dabiao introduced Zhou Tian, ​​the security officer beside him: "These two are security officers from the regiment headquarters to confirm your identity and the unit you belong to.

You didn't kill a Japanese squad alone, this is a great achievement!
So, you have to confirm your identity first, don't you think so? "

"Of course, that's for sure. Good job, both officers!"

Chen Shanhe understood Zhang Dabiao's words, and raised his hand to salute the two security officers.

Security officer Zhou Tian and the soldier who came with him returned a salute, but in the eyes of security officer Zhou Tian, ​​Chen Shanhe's salute was also problematic.

Chen Shanhe's salute is a standardized military salute in the 21st century, and it is a natural action that has penetrated deep into his bones.

Zhou Tian saw that his military salute was quite different from the current military salute. It was more standard, more powerful, and more refreshing. It was just a simple movement, and he was full of vigor and energy.

To put it bluntly, such a military salute, even the students of the Whampoa Military Academy may not be able to do it. The wounded soldier in front of him smelled like saluting just now.

If it hadn't been for very, very formal military training, and for a long time, this high-standard movement has penetrated into every detail of daily behavior.

So Zhou Tian came to the conclusion that this person must have served in a strictly trained military unit for a long time before.

And this kind of military unit with strict training, the Eighth Route Army also has, but everyone is a person with a name and surname, not the one in front of me.

But he didn't come to a conclusion right away, and it still needs careful deliberation and confirmation.

"Comrade Chen Shanhe, I am Zhou Tian, ​​the security officer of the regiment headquarters, and this is my assistant, Xiao Wu.

Now Xiao Wu and I will confirm and review your identity, and I will ask you some questions, please answer truthfully and actively cooperate. "

Even though Zhou Tian already had a judgment in his heart, he still had to implement the procedure. After all, the army was different from the place, and the procedure was the most important.

Chen Shanhe felt that his eyes were not very friendly to the security officer in front of him who was wearing glasses and looked a bit gentle, but the corner of the other party's mouth was smiling slightly, even speaking with a polite smile.

In this situation, in Chen Shanhe's almost blank memory, there is no way to deal with this situation at all.

All I could say was, "Okay!"

Zhou Tian took out his notebook and pen, and began to ask, "Your name is Chen Shanhe?"

Chen Shanhe hesitated a bit, but finally said: "It should be!"

This answer is a bit too much, Zhou Tian frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Yes, yes, no, no, what should be?
Please take your attitude seriously! "

Zhang Dabiao reminded: "Officer Zhou, he has lost his memory!"

Zhou Tian didn't give any face at all: "Zhang Battalion Commander, it is the responsibility of our security department to identify identities. Please respect our work. Please avoid it for now."

Indeed, even as the battalion commander of the first battalion, Zhang Dabiao had no way to control or stop the work of the security department of the regiment headquarters. After hearing Zhou Tian's words, he could only leave resentfully.

The health workers were also kicked out.

"I don't know if my name is Chen Shanhe. After waking up, I forgot everything. I just remembered Chen Shanhe. I should be Chen Shanhe!
Therefore, it should be called Chen Shanhe! "

Looking at Zhang Dabiao who was kicked out, Chen Shanhe explained very seriously.

Zhou Tian continued to record, and then asked: "Are you literate?"

Chen Shanhe nodded: "I can understand it, but when I write it, I always have fewer strokes and write it in a different way!
I don't know why, but that's how it is! "

Zhou Tian handed him the notebook and the pen. It was a good pen. When Chen Shanhe got it, it felt very good in the hand.

He looked up at the security officer who had lost his smile: "What do you need me to write?"

Zhou Tian said with a blank face: "I said you write and see what you write.

The Emperor of Japan＊＊＊＊＊＊, all reactionaries are paper tigers, the broad masses of the people will be the final victors, write your name in the end. "

Zhou Tian was looking at the writing habits of the person in front of him. He wrote horizontally from left to right, not vertically from top to bottom, and the order of writing was not from right to left.

After writing, I can feel that the person in front of me writes very powerfully, with a hard pen, and every stroke between the zigzag hooks is very crisp.

But it is indeed as he said, there are many characters in his writing, all of which lack strokes, or are simply different.

The most important thing is the first sentence, which he wrote without any hesitation when it comes to the Emperor of Japan.

Although this is not a shortcoming for spies, they can do everything in order to win, are you afraid to write a sentence?

But for ordinary Japanese fighters, they couldn't write such words. Although this method was useless and mere formality, Zhou Tian still had to go through the formality again.

Anyway, he didn't think that the other party would be a spy of the Japanese army, because the Japanese couldn't grow up to a height of 1.8 meters.

Or turn your attention back to the words.

The characters on paper, the side of the skein, has changed, and the Guang characters of the masses have lost the three characters of Huang and Chen Shanhe, and the characters of Chen have changed.

This doesn't look like a typo, the other party didn't pause when writing, but it seemed to have been written like this all along, and it came out naturally.

"You forgot everything and didn't forget to write?

I didn't forget how to shoot, and your combat ability is very powerful!

You have killed a dozen Japanese soldiers in a small team!
Before you lost your memory, you should be a relatively famous person!
But why didn't we find out about your existence?
Let's just pretend that your name is really Chen Shanhe!

Chen Shanhe, so far, we have not been able to confirm your identity. We can only say that we cannot trust you based on what is written on this piece of paper!
Moreover, the handwriting you write now is not the same as the words written on this paper!

So tell me, who are you?

What is the purpose of infiltrating into the Eighth Route Army?
Don't make any excuses about losing your memory, this reason doesn't work for me! "

What Zhou Tian was holding in his hand was the script paper, and his voice when speaking to Chen Shanhe started to grow louder.

Chen Shanhe was stunned, was he being suspected?

He felt wronged, really wronged.

Even if he lost his memory, the closeness deep in his heart would not lie.

Deep in his heart, he has a natural sense of intimacy with the Eighth Route Army, a natural intimacy.

The feeling in his heart told himself that the Eighth Route Army was his army, which was absolutely true.

But right now, he was suspected.

But the most exasperating thing is that even if he is suspected, he has no way to prove his innocence.

"But I really lost my memory!"

Chen Shanhe's weak defense still couldn't impress the cognition that security officer Zhou Tian speculated through various signs.

"Chen Shanhe, I've said it before, don't use childish tricks like amnesia to fool people, it won't work with me!"

(End of this chapter)