"The officers and soldiers in Bangshan are the servants trained by Master 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 "train".
"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, this must be to search for Yi Haoran and Jiang Suo. I don’t know if they ran out...
"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 back then, 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 He was once appointed by Governor Xiong to recruit servants from Guizhou to "train troops" in Guangxi. There was a lot of gossiping, lest the "cadres" who were presiding over the trial be offended by not being too detailed.
"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Chang Qingyun gave a rough overview of his impression of Jiang Suo, saying that he was extremely withdrawn in daily life and rarely interacted with others except with Yi Haoran; Extremely skilled.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 came to an end. 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 like this...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 the screening. Those who have committed robberies and murders, and those who have committed crimes, the people are angry. 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 the rule of law in Guangdong, 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 a real Kun. Only a real Kun could have such a calm and calm tone; only a real Kun could have such a contemptuous tone towards scholars.
"Second time, second time, second time!" Chang Qingyun was so ashamed that he might as well have been trampled to death or hacked to death by the insurrectionary soldiers when Wuzhou City was broken. Unexpectedly, he was living an ignoble existence, and just like Chengmai, his legs and feet became weak when he looked at the muzzle of the gun. When he fell into the hands of Kun Ren, he did not have the courage to hit the city wall and commit suicide. In front of the thief Kun who arrived, not only could he not say the word "no", but during the interrogation just now, he was afraid that he would not explain in detail and was trying to fawn over him!
Although no one was watching anymore, he was ashamed and ashamed, and he just walked with his head down as he felt shameless. Ren Kunbing took him to the city wall. There was a row of caves for hiding soldiers, and they made a temporary detention center. Prisoners who needed to be "detained" after preliminary screening were all detained here. At this moment, Chang Qingyun only felt that all his thoughts were gone - after Chengmai was captured, they were locked up in a prison camp. Not only did they suffer the humiliation of shaving and bathing, but they also went out to work on road construction every day. Chang Qingyun was like this on weekdays. People here who "do not engage in production" are "almost ready to die." If he hadn't been too rich to take care of him, he would have been tortured to death long ago. He couldn't wait for the ransom money from his family to come.
According to the nature of the thief, he had to take medicine according to the prescription, and he had to endure all kinds of humiliation and torture again - only this time he had no money and it was too rushed.
Thinking of Qian Taichong, Chang Qingyun couldn't help but feel a little ashamed. When he redeemed himself, he promised Qian Taichong to try to raise money to redeem him when he returned to the mainland. However, after he came out, he did the math and was reluctant to part with the money - especially after hearing that his family had sold the land in order to redeem him, Chang Qingyun, who was so distressed, 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 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 Kun people will not kill innocent people indiscriminately."
That's right. Now that you have been captured, you have lost your integrity, so it is better to live an ignoble existence, and maybe be able to serve your parents and raise your wife and children...
"You are a man who has read books and understands things. I looked at Kun... Australians are very reasonable and kind to others. You just bowed your head and passed away..."
Anyway, I've already shaved my hair once, so shaving again won't be a big deal. As for building roads, they were also built at the beginning. Maybe he can get through it.
After thinking about this, Chang Qingyun felt calm. He also took a wooden bowl, scooped a bowl of porridge into the big bucket, and drank it.
In the afternoon, he and the other prisoners 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 in his hands and feet, but also able to do things before the orders were given by Kun Bing. Within a few days, he became a reform-through-labour activist.
Xu Xu looked at the interrogation records, and 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 a letter of inquiry and sent it 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, Xu Xu 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. He contacted.
But no one has shown up yet. Xu Xu was secretly worried: Could this lone wolf be dead?
There was chaos in the city before and after the city was broken, and many people died. If you really die, it will be a big loss...
He was thinking wildly when he suddenly saw Xie Erren, the newly appointed director of the Wuzhou Military Control Commission, hurried out with his people. 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 Wuzhou's Military Control Commission and the future mayor of Wuzhou, so he has a heavy responsibility on his shoulders. However, on the way to taking office, he mainly worked for permission - the war between Guangdong and Guangxi covered a wide area, captured many prisoners, and had many clues. It was far from enough to rely on permission and a small team of people.
"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 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 southern city, making a living by digging up embarrassing stories in other provinces every month. Before traveling through time, he heard through his informant in the Public Security Bureau that a group of pyramid schemes rented an abandoned camp for "big military training."
Having not had a cover feature for three months, he keenly discovered that this hot spot was "interesting, relevant and sensational". If this manuscript is published and the department director is properly appointed, he might be able to join the editorial board next year.
Therefore, Xie Erren volunteered to do undercover interviews, and participated in training with 500 people every day, while holding back his laughter and waiting to see the jokes of these fools. As a result, on the d-day, he became a fool.
Although I didn't have 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 would try to look like a "noble" in the Ming Dynasty.
Although he is a media worker 100 times more professional than Ding Ding, looking at the "Lingao Times" published by Ding Ding every day, it always feels like reading a school magazine. But when the opportunity to re-choose his life path came up, he decisively gave up his media career.
"I have been a mouthpiece all my life, using people's money to speak for others; now I should be a ruling class who decides what others can and cannot say!"
Adhering to his strong belief that "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; a gray organization like the Political Security Bureau has no chance to satisfy his desire to be in the limelight, and it is too easy to get involved in the whirlpool of political struggles. As a former reporter for Oriental Monday, he has seen too many consequences of political failure.
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