Revolution 1938

Of course, I'm happy if I'm happy. As a professional military officer with the rank of major, although Major Fukuda is technical and doesn't have normal military literacy, he still understands the authenticity of the news.

However, when he shook the phone in his office, he realized that the phone with Nanjing was no longer connected. It was obvious that the outside line was cut by those industrial troops.

"These vile labor bandits."

Shaozuo Fukuda couldn't help but groaned in his heart that the phone was disconnected, what should he do now, is this matter true or false?

At this time, the entire airport had no way to get in touch with Nanjing, and even the wireless telegram was already in a state of interference. This interference state also appeared during the Puhai Battle, which can basically indicate that the Labor Party is far away from here. It's not far away.

Futian Shaozuo helplessly raised his binoculars and scanned around the airport, but found nothing unusual, then he turned his attention to the group of Chinese people in imperial uniforms at the door.

He looked at the somewhat familiar face of the fat translator, and the squadron leader bowed his head and smiled with him.At this time, Futian's heart was finally occupied by the desire to survive.

Well, it's good to have more people to help.Although they are all Chinese people with little combat effectiveness, it is also good to be cannon fodder at critical times.

Thinking of this, Shao Zuo Fukuda put down his binoculars, turned around and ordered the soldiers who had just come to report the news to go down and let these Chinese people in...

It didn't take too long, and after a while, the gate of the airport finally opened. The soldiers who were already anxious were finally relieved at this moment, and followed the two Japanese soldiers to the warehouse pretending to be procrastinated.

Along the way, Zhang Zhengkun looked around at the airport curiously. There seemed to be two planes parked in two hangars with something in the distance. He didn't know if there was a malfunction or something, but they left them there.

On the runway, there was obviously something wrong with the transport plane, because the hatch was open, vaguely, as if a black line was hanging on the doorway, shaking slightly in the wind, but when approaching the runway, it was discovered that on the cement runway, Every few meters, something that looked like a box was thrown there, and each box was connected by a black line, which was finally brought together to the warehouse.

It seems that explosives are indeed prepared, and this is going to blow up the entire airport into the sky.

While observing, Zhang Zhengkun used his hand on his back to signal the soldiers behind him to pay attention to the explosives on the runway.

At this time, the two Japanese soldiers had already knocked on the door of the warehouse. After a while, the door was opened and a woman's face appeared from inside.

"Miss Fuzi, under the command of the Major, Bantian Squadron will cooperate with you to guard the warehouse, and you will preside over the next arrangement."

After the scarred Japanese soldier said this to the woman, he turned his head and said to the fat translator.

"Miss Fuzi is the captain of the Death Squad. Afterwards, you Chinese people will all follow her command, do you hear me clearly?"

"Clear, clear!"

At this time, the fat translator nodded over and over again with a flattered look, and then sent the two Japanese soldiers back to the control tower.

When they walked away, the woman opened the door and said to the fat translator.

"Come in."

Then everyone walked into the warehouse.

Warehouses are generally multi-storey buildings, but this one is quite special.The entire warehouse looks like it has four to five floors, but when you go in, you find that there is actually only one floor.

Among them, there are many wooden crates piled up in the direction of the northeast corner, large and small.Among them, there are also many boxes and black lines that Zhang Zhengkun has seen just now, it seems that explosives are undoubtedly arranged.

But in these boxes, there are quite a few men and women sitting, most of them are elderly people, and all of these people have white bandages wrapped around their heads, except for the red plaster on the Japanese flag. There is also the word "death".

"These seem to be ordinary people!"

At this time, the squadron leader sneaked up to Zhang Zhengkun and asked in a low voice.

"Well, but it seems that they have been brainwashed for a long time. They are doing what soldiers should do."

"What should I do with this? I can't do it!"

As Chinese soldiers in this era, it is their creed not to easily harm the people. Even those puppet soldiers who have betrayed the country will generally not hurt the lives of the people unless it is absolutely necessary.

Of course, these are only Chinese soldiers, because in the eyes of Chinese soldiers, killing civilians at will is the work of bandits and defeated bandits, and it is unworthy of normal soldiers to do so.

However, this taken-for-granted argument is just the insistence of the Chinese soldiers themselves. For the Japanese, there is no such trouble. They have no place in their hearts, and their own lives belong to the emperor, not to themselves.

Moreover, this is not only the thinking of Japanese soldiers, for those Japanese people, this kind of thinking is also very normal and common.That's why there is the current group of death squads.

In fact, the so-called crimes of Japan in later generations are just a theory that the crimes of a small group of militarists have nothing to do with the Japanese people. They are just a pile of diplomatic rhetoric. .

And anyone who is a normal person knows that Japan’s atrocities during the War of Resistance Against Japan are not the responsibility of a small group of people, but the responsibility of all Japanese citizens. It is justice to say that those responsible for these atrocities need to be shot.

Well, it may be wrong to shoot all the Japanese, but shooting one after another will definitely allow more than half of the criminals to escape.

At this time, the so-called death squads formed by these men and women, old and young, are the portrayal of this ugly face that is flooding in the hearts of all Japanese citizens.None of the Japanese are forgiving.

Of course, these are not things that Zhang Zhengkun and other soldiers pretending to be Japanese soldiers have to think about. Now they are even more troubled by how to gather these death squads, and then deal with them with the smallest movement, so that it is convenient for them to think about it A way to get rid of those Japanese soldiers outside.

"Sir, look..."

"Fat translator, tell everyone to recognize their faces later, let them gather together these lunatics, and then try to find a way to restrain them."

"Oh, okay, no problem!"

"Okay, pass one by one, let everyone prepare, try not to shoot!"

"If you don't shoot, how do you...?"

Facing Zhang Zhengkun's arrangement, the squadron leader was a little confused at this moment.

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Today's second update, the old man has something to do today, this is set for automatic release!I wrote it all night last night, are you still not interested?

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