"Fifth brother, what's wrong?"
Ning Wuyu felt nervous and thought to himself: Did he kill the wrong person? Is what this Japanese man said important?
Ning Wuyang knelt down, tilted his head and stared at the head thrown ashore, then reached out and hooked it backwards.
"Brother Qin Shi, come and take a look. Does this person look familiar?"
"Mr. Ning, he appeared in Xiaoxiang Pavilion before, following the fake master. He is the one I am following."
Of course Ning Wushan thought about this question, but he asked about something else.
It's just that Qin Shi was more focused on the danger of the people around him and obviously didn't notice other situations. Yunfei, on the other hand, suddenly realized after seeing the head: "Sir, this person is a member of the flower house boss, and he was still with Zhao. The boss came to see the young master."
Sure enough it was him!
Ning Wuyang gave Yunfei a thumbs up.
As expected of Xiao Yunfei, who hit Boss Zhao every time he met him, he would never make a mistake about this matter.
"Due to the changes in ice-making technology, the flower house industry in Jinling has gradually expanded its scale. In order to form a local business characteristic, Boss Zhao has not been the only one, and has attracted many local indigenous people to join. This person is one of them. In addition to lurking in Jinling for many years, If you want to join, you need someone to introduce you.”
After hearing what Ning Wuchang said, everyone understood instantly.
Although the Japanese are dead, there are still some traitors who helped the Japanese who need to be dug out.
Whether they knew it or not, it was an important clue.
Moreover, these traitors are not like the Japanese who regard death as home, and it is easier to get accurate information from their mouths.
"Shoujiang Yu, spread the news that the Japanese have been wiped out, and the pursuit of clues will proceed quietly."
Although the Japanese stronghold in Jinling City has been eradicated, there are still important figures who want to restore their previous strength in Jinling. Judging from the extent of natural disasters and lack of money suffered by the Japanese country, there is no hope for three to five years.
But apart from Jinling, Jiangnan Road is rich and close to the sea. It is estimated that there are many Japanese people in other prefectures and counties.
After spreading the news that the Japanese people in Jinling City were completely wiped out, the Japanese people in other prefectures and counties could feel relieved and stay where they were. Even if they had suspicions, they would definitely not be willing to evacuate them all as long as the government did not make any big moves.
The Japanese were careful in their work, and they would kill every one they could. Ning Wu was not dissatisfied that the number of Japanese killed was too small, and he was unwilling to use his hands and brains.
Yu Zhengrong understood what he meant and asked curiously: "Mr. Ning, won't you go to the government office with us to return Mr. Jiang's life?"
"Reinstatement? I'm just here to recover the money for Boss Zhao. What's going on tonight is that you, the Jinling garrison, are joining forces with the Jianghu Rangers organization, the Baichuan Hui, to eliminate the Japanese. What kind of life should I get back?"
Ning Wuyan rubbed the blood on his clothes and seemed to be talking to himself, but he muttered in a voice that Yu Zhengrong could hear.
He said and looked at his third brother.
When we were carefully eradicating the Japanese tonight, the most ferocious person charging ahead was Third Brother.
If the third brother wants this credit...
Just as he was thinking about it, he saw the third brother shaking his head, and he understood that the third brother had no intention of taking the credit, so he continued to mutter.
"There are so many people waiting for me in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion. I just went to the latrine. I can't let people suspect that I fell into the latrine, right?"
That can't be the case.
Yu Zhengrong bared his teeth in joy, knowing that Ning Wuyou wanted to give all the credit to them, so he accepted it gratefully.
Through Jiang Yan's incident, Yu Zhengrong had long known that working with Mr. Ning would bring him a lot of credit.
In addition to eradicating the Japanese Xizuo tonight, we also got clues. If the Japanese Xizuo in Jiangnan Road were eradicated, such a large amount of credit would at least allow him to be promoted to another level.
"Since Mr. Ning won't go with us to recover and is in a hurry to return to Xiaoxiang Pavilion, it's up to us to handle the aftermath in the moat."
"good."
Ning Wuhuang just came to verify his guess and see with his own eyes how the Japanese who wanted to trick him died.
Now that things are over, he can catch up on a good night's sleep.
"Giggle!"
The cock crows three times, and a white light shines in the east.
Ning Wuyang yawned, waved to Yu Zhengrong, who wanted to send him into the city gate, not to follow him, and entered the city with the badge given by Jiang Yang as a yamen official.
Small and large shops in the city have opened their doors one after another.
The fierce and secret fight last night did not affect everyone's enthusiasm for working today.
Only the girls who usually loved to wash their clothes by the moat saw the people from the Baichuan Association pulling up the big net in the water, and silently moved away to other places.
"Did you hear that? Those Japanese people screamed very loudly last night."
"Why didn't you hear it? I didn't expect that the Japanese would do so much in Jinling City."
"I don't know if the money stolen by the Japanese has been recovered. My wife took pity on them and donated a hundred coins. It's really a meat bun beating a dog. No, this Japanese is cheating and abducting at the same time. He is worse than a dog."
A body was pulled ashore hanging from a net.
The passerby who had just scolded the Japanese for being inferior to dogs saw the dead state of the body, clasped his hands and prayed devoutly.
When the remaining passers-by saw the body, they remained silent for a moment.
Although they hate the Japanese, most people in Daxing are kind-hearted and will still be polite to the deceased.
Ning Wuyan couldn't help but think of the horrific massacre caused by the Japanese in Jinling City, which although he had never experienced it in his previous life, it was engraved in his heart and engraved in his bones.
"You can't have any sympathy or empathy towards the Japanese, even if you die."
"Fifth brother, what are you talking about?"
Ning Wuyi actually heard this sentence clearly, but he didn't understand why the fifth brother said this.
Japanese pirates have indeed harassed the coastal areas of Daxing in the past, but this is like a foreign invasion. They can just kill them. Why can't they let them go even if they are dead?
He thought that the fifth brother was killed last night because the Japanese defrauded him of money.
Now it seems that the fifth brother's impression of the Japanese is worse than his impression of the Japanese, and I don't know why.
"Third brother, you have to remember that in future battles with the Japanese, you must never show mercy, and don't believe any of their surrenders. Don't ask why, just listen to me."
Although Ning Wuyan didn't understand what Ning Wuyan said, he nodded heavily to show that he had kept it in mind.
Neither of the two brothers knew how effective this endless conversation would be over time.
A group of four people walked towards Xiaoxiang Pavilion in a hurry.
Not long after they left.
When all the nets in the water were fished out, in addition to the corpses hanging on the nets, several sections of bamboo were also fished out.
There are claw marks on the bamboo joints, like those scratched by a cat.
Since the moat is connected to other water bodies, in addition to bamboo joints, other messy debris are also common. Whether it is the people from the Baichuan Club or the guards responsible for counting the objects, no one paid attention to the bamboo joints and threw them on the road. On the edge, waiting for the people responsible for cleaning duties in the city to clean it up.
Not long after.
After Baichuanhui and the guards left with the corpse, but before the cleaning staff arrived, a short and thin old man pulling a dung truck stared at the red blood pool for a long time as he passed by the moat.
After a moment, he looked around and saw that no one was paying attention. He stretched out an iron hook, hooked all the bamboo joints and other debris, threw them onto the dung cart, and hurried out of the city.
