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Chapter 182 Liquidation (Third update, please subscribe)

Zamboanga in April 45 had become a city of overseas Chinese.

With the stationing of security forces, many overseas Chinese rushed to Zamboanga after learning the news. After all, in this war-torn period, there is absolutely no problem with safety when living in a place protected by your own people.

However, in just a few days, the overseas Chinese population in the city increased from more than [-] to nearly [-]. Almost overnight, the city became a predominantly Chinese city.

And they were not the only ones who came here, there was also a guerrilla group that came out of the mountains.

Overseas Chinese guerrillas - Like almost everywhere in Southeast Asia, only overseas Chinese stood up to resist the Japanese invasion. As for the natives, almost all chose to cooperate with the Japanese army.

Looking at the guerrillas walking out of the rainforest in front of him, Li Yian's eyes fell on the flag behind them. It was a Chinese national flag with the words "Mindanao Anti-Japanese Guerrilla" written on it. During the Japanese occupation of Mindanao, They have been fighting the Japanese army and have persisted to this day.

Some of these people are school teachers, some are store clerks, some are farmers, some are students, and some are company employees. They have different identities. The only thing that remains unchanged is the Chinese heart in their hearts. Before the Japanese came, they not only broke up their families to help the country, but even They also launched the "One Bowl Rice Movement" - eating one less meal a day and donating the money saved to the country. After the Japanese army came, they abandoned their homes and businesses one after another and rose up to resist!

In this war, they sacrificed, they dedicated... they...

Looking at them, Li Yian didn't know what words he should use to comfort such compatriots, because he knew that in another world, when peace comes again, what is waiting for them?
  Well, now that all has to change. It is also destined to change.

Watching them say thousands of words, they finally turned into one sentence.

"Everyone has worked hard."

It's not too late, because the time is just right.

"Sir, it's not hard. How can the Chinese not fight against the little devils? Now the little Japanese have withdrawn to the rain forest. If the sir's troops want to go into the mountains to clean up, we can be guides and lead the way for the troops. The terrain in the rain forest, we Ripe."

The dark face of Zhang Xueze, the guerrilla leader, was full of expectation. He was looking forward to following the large troops and going into the mountains to avenge the Japanese. After all, in the past few years, Little Japan had killed tens of thousands of overseas Chinese here.

They still owe a blood debt!

"I know that the little devil owes everyone a blood debt, but right now, the most important thing is not revenge!"

Li Yian said directly.

"The little devils in the mountains are left to the Americans to take care of. It is not our place. There is no need to bleed for them. Even if there is a blood debt, they will be screened one by one in the prisoner of war camp. As long as they are involved in the killing of compatriots, no one will be left. Kill them all, now..."

Li Yian said while looking at the more than [-] guerrillas in front of him.

"Now, the most important thing is to protect ourselves - to protect the interests of our Chinese people. We shed blood and sacrificed for this land. When the natives welcome the Japanese, we are the only ones resisting the invaders and protecting this land. , now, after the victory, we deserve to be rewarded!”

Before Zhang Xueze and the guerrillas could understand, Li Yian pointed to the city in the distance that had been rebuilt with the help of the troops and said.

"Our compatriots live there. Your task is to protect them, and... to prevent our blood from being shed in vain! In this city and the surrounding cities, there are many Filipino traitors who cooperate with the Japanese army. We There should be liquidation, their property should be confiscated and then redistributed, this is the return we should get!"

what!
  Chief Li's words made Zhang Xueze and others look stunned for a moment, and then their faces slowly showed joy.

Taking advantage of the big ones, no, I should say robbing the big ones. Who doesn’t like this kind of thing?

No, it's not about taking advantage of the rich, but about liquidating those traitors. Of course, to liquidate Filipino traitors, there must be a name. Under Li Yi'an's suggestion, the guerrillas became the Zamboanga Resistance Army, and the Zamboanga City Self-Resident Committee was also established. In a word, it focused on legitimacy. .

As for the US military, they were also happy to have an official agency to coordinate with them. In this way, a temporary official agency with overseas Chinese as the main body made its debut in Zamboanga. What happened next was, of course, a simple matter. It was to set up an investigation committee to liquidate the "Filipino traitors" who cooperated with Japan during the Japanese occupation. It only took half a day for the committee to list up to 500 people. A list of multiple people was then ordered directly for arrest.

"Sir, sir, don't kill me, I am willing to donate all my property..."

When Mahathir was dragged out of the luxurious mansion by the police of the Zamboanga Police Station, and while he was being escorted into a car, the police put a seal on his mansion. From now on, this mansion and Mahathir All properties under his name have become "property to be liquidated."

Different from the "rough" way in which the French liquidated gang traitors without trial, in order to liquidate "Filipino traitors", the Self-made Committee has ordered the organization of special courts to speed up the trial. This kind of court is composed of four people who are responsible for the trial. Well, one more than the Soviet-Russian Three-person Commission. It only tries once, and it is the kind that does not allow appeals.

The outcome of the trial is either death penalty or not guilty. Naturally, most of the results were death sentences, and very few people were found innocent. After all, those who are brought to court are all "Filipino traitors" with conclusive evidence.

"Mr. Mahathir, the prosecutor has accused you of collaborating with the Japanese army during the Japanese occupation, causing the death of many people. Do you admit the charge?"

In the special court, Zhao Chenggang, a lawyer who had obtained a law degree from the University of Manila before the war, wearing a legal robe, asked the Filipino traitor in the audience.

"If you admit the charge, this court will grant you some leniency based on your attitude."

Once you hear it, you can be lenient, Mahathir said, nodding his head repeatedly.

"I, I plead guilty, I plead guilty, your honor, I plead guilty, I cooperated with the Japanese, it was a last resort! It was because those Japanese were too barbaric, so I was forced to cooperate with them..."

As Mahathir cried about how he was "forced" to cooperate, photographers recorded his confession and, of course, how he cooperated.

"Your Honor, since the defendant has pleaded guilty, I request the court to impose the death penalty on him to comfort the Filipino people who were killed by him..."

The prosecutor's words fell into Mahathir's ears, and he couldn't help being surprised and said quickly.

"Your Honor, I confessed, I confessed, and I want to be lenient. You said you can be lenient!"

When Mahathir pleaded with the judge, Zhao Chenggang did not understand his request and said.

"Since you have confessed, there is no need for review by the judges. I declare that you are guilty of treason and murder. Although you confessed your crime, whether it is treason or assisting the invaders to murder others, it is a heinous crime. According to The law is a death sentence and shall be executed immediately! And all property shall be confiscated!”

The final verdict made Mahathir dumbfounded and he shouted repeatedly.

"Judge, judge, you lied to me, you lied to me, God cannot forgive you..."

Faced with Mahathir’s curse, Zhao Chenggang muttered in his heart.

"The curse works, the little devil would have died a long time ago!"

Then, he picked up another file and said.

"Next……"

When another person was brought in, a gunshot was heard in the yard, and just like that, Mahathir, who owned tens of thousands of acres of land, turned into a dead body, and then like a wild dog, He was thrown into a truck. The bed of the truck was dripping with blood. When he opened the hood, he could see that there were already piles of corpses inside...

(End of this chapter)