Yesterday, gunfire rang out in the west of the city starting in the evening and most of the night. Perhaps, the troops rescuing them could not enter the county seat.
Liu Wenxia and the escorting comrades had an accident when they were meeting with the traffic officer outside the city. The three students with her and the traffic officer were all caught by traitors and sent directly to the gendarmerie.
I heard from the traffic officer that the Eighth Route Army would attack Huaxian County.
The Japanese gendarmerie captain himself put on a smile, gave them some good words, and warned them what would happen if they didn't confess.
The gay traffic officer was taken away, but she was asked to think carefully.
For most of the day, I listened to the screams coming from the window, the traitors were being tortured!
Traffic officers screamed from time to time.
For now, the traitors and Japanese have not tortured the students.
Maybe the traitors wanted them to collapse.
Her heart was in confusion. She had no idea whether she could hold on under the torture of the enemy.
The sound of gunfire in the west of the city rang out in the middle of the night, and she looked at the moon outside the iron window with hope.
At dawn, after a loud bang in the west of the city, the sound of gunfire gradually became sparse until it disappeared.
After the city was chaotic for a while, it gradually became quiet, and her heart sank.
She knew that the scene would be even more tragic for a woman who was tortured by her enemies.
Can't sleep.
There was a sound of footsteps.
He raised his head and looked outside the iron window. Before dawn, a group of puppet soldiers came out of the cell. They opened the cell door and took people out.
When she came here, there was only a childish voice: "Come out quickly"
Then the voice walked to the next cell, unlocked it, and repeated the roar.
She straightened her hair, took firm steps, and walked out of the cell door. Maybe it was the Eighth Route Army outside the city who was calling, and the Japanese were making their final madness, preparing to kill the suspects.
She was even a little lucky that at least she wouldn't have to endure the horrific torture.
She had heard about what the Japanese had done when she was in school, and she was even more regretful that she hadn't seen the team yet.
So, with mixed emotions, she followed a group of puppet soldiers without fear and walked out of the prison of the Japanese Gendarmerie. She didn't know what kind of fate she would face next.
Maybe, he was about to be pulled out and shot, and the Japanese devils often did such bad things.
Suddenly, I spotted my classmates not far in front. I was a little flustered, and I forced myself to give them a calm look.
She wanted them to also strengthen their confidence, but she didn't notice that her legs were shaking.
This group of puppet soldiers was not much different from the puppet soldiers she had seen before. If possible, she wanted to sacrifice herself, hoping to save the few classmates who participated in the revolution with her.
However, these puppet traitors seemed to have no intention of interrogating them, and led a large group of people directly out of the gendarmerie gate.
After not walking far, they were taken to a Japanese warehouse not far from the gendarmerie. There was a big word "Cang" written in the circle on the dark door.
Perhaps, this is where the interrogation will take place.
Suddenly I felt a little panicked.
These damn puppet troops must be harboring something evil? they take themselves to the warehouse
Look carefully where the walls are harder
There were constant voices coming from the table in the distance.
It seemed like he was being interrogated, but it was different from what he imagined.
I vaguely heard something about joining the Eighth Route Army and forgetting about it?
Are they the Eighth Route Army? Impossible. Why did the Eighth Route Army dress so sloppily and not even wash their faces?
The enemy must be up to something bad, and he was even more nervous now.
It wasn't until she finally sat down quietly next to the tortured comrade who was escorting her that she was escorted. Before she could say a word, she was called up by two puppet soldiers, who were carrying trafficmen.
Following the two "puppet soldiers", they turned around the small playground and came to a row of warehouses under the eaves. There was a table there and two people were clearly seen sitting there.
Observing the environment carefully, you can see that there is a wall all around, but there are "puppet soldiers" sitting or lying on it, watching the excitement.
With disdain in her eyes, she stared at the ugly face sitting across the table. She didn't believe at all that that tall and thick man could be the Eighth Route Army.
I have never heard of anyone being so fat!
"Name!" The young man next to the table wearing a gray apron and looking like a waiter asked with a pen in his hand.
"Shi Cheng!" The young traffic officer didn't deny it at all. The Japanese traitor had already figured out his identity, so he didn't even look at the traitor who asked him.
Liu Wenxia, who was standing next to her, noticed that the young man who asked the question seemed to be stunned for a moment. Although she was a girl, her courage was stronger than that of an average man. She was currently peeking at the holstered shell gun placed on the table.
The yawning fat man across from him was also startled when he heard this, and even fell backwards from the bench, breaking the table by the way.
The gas lamp and teapot on the table fell to the ground. The teapot broke into several pieces with a bang, and a cloud of ash rose up around the fat man.
Unfortunately, the shell gun fell next to the fat man.
"Grandma, what do you think your name is? Shi Cheng? A stone's stone, a success is a success?" The fat man cursed and got up. He raised his ugly face and looked at the man named Shi Cheng: his body was covered with whip marks and he was not well-dressed. Complete, with a tall and thin body, not much flesh on his body.
"Stone of stone, a link between the past and the future!" Shi Cheng's heart tightened. They already knew his name. Is this to prove his true identity?
Liu Wenxia, who was standing next to her, realized at this moment that the man opposite was not a simple fat man at all, but a bear, a big and thick bear.
There was even more laughter on the wall, and several people fell off the wall and screamed.
"Inheriting the past and linking up the future?" Wang Xiaosan, who was wearing an apron, scratched his ears and cheeks and blushed. He quickly raised the table and asked Shi Cheng pleasantly: "Hey, how do you write 'Cheng'?"
Seeing that the young puppet soldier humbly asked me for advice, he handed over a pen and paper.
Shi Cheng gritted his teeth, took the pen, and gracefully crossed out the word "stone" that was too curved to look like, and then wrote the word "Shi Cheng" on it.
"Where is your home?" Wang Xiaosan's eyes lit up and he asked again.
"Don't you know?" Shi Cheng looked contemptuously at Wang Xiaosan who asked the question.
Wang Xiaosan was stunned for a moment: "Hey, you don't tell me what the hell I know? I'm asking you a question! Be honest!"
"No. 8 Dongguan, the county seat!"
"Are you willing to join the Eighth Route Army?"
Shi Cheng was stunned. How do you want us to answer this? I am the Eighth Route Army. If I admit it, I will be shot! What is the plan of the traitor? Is it to convict him?
My heart trembled: "I didn't commit any crime! You have arrested the wrong person!"
"Grandma didn't ask you whether you had committed any crime. I asked you whether you would like to join the Eighth Route Army!" The mule next to him glared ugly and shouted loudly, which scared the girl from the Liu family next to him who objected to the shell gun idea to tremble.
"What do you mean if you participate? What do you mean if you don't participate?" Shi Cheng came back to his senses and strengthened his confused heart. If the Japanese want to kill people, do they still need to make excuses?
"If you participate, sign up. If you don't participate, get out of here. Get out as far as you can." After saying this, Mule waved his hand and repeated, "Mom, get out of here. Next one!"
"You really let me go?" Shi Cheng was stunned.
The tall and thick guy on the other side grabbed two big ones from the basket next to him. He hesitated for a moment, then grabbed a handful and threw them to Shi Cheng in disappointment.
A small soldier ran to the bear: "Platoon commander, Gao Yidao and Wang Peng are here, carrying a dozen wounded."
After saying that, he went into a room next to him.
After a while, a young soldier came out, packing his clothes as he walked, looking quite energetic.
After a while, another girl came out of the room next to her and ran out after the young soldier.
Then, the girl hid in the gate and listened.
"Name?" Wang Xiaosan asked again, but the person was Liu Wenxia.
"My name is Liu Wenxia, are you really going to let us go?"
"How do you write the word "Xia"? The questioner blushed again and ignored the young and beautiful student's question.
"I mean, are you really going to let us go?" Liu Wenxia took the pen and wrote her name in the notebook.
"We in the Eighth Route Army keep our word." The young man took the pencil and slapped it on the table. The pencil broke into two pieces.
"Are you really a fake Imperial Alliance Army?" Liu Wenxia's heart skipped a beat, a glimmer of hope arose, and she immediately calmed down. The enemy must be playing tricks again!
"What puppet army? Last night, our independent regiment regained Hua County. Girl, don't worry, you can do whatever you want now!" After Wang Xiaosan finished speaking, he subconsciously wanted to reconnect the broken pencil, which seemed a little a little awkward for a moment. At a loss.
The spectators on the wall watched with relish the fools Jiulianliang made a fool of himself.
Jiuliande added some literate and educated people.
(End of chapter)
