Spy Shadow: Command & Conquer

Chapter 1975, 3:45 PM

Chapter 1975, Noon

Noon. The sun was blazing.

Actually, the temperature is quite high. After all, it's July.

However, here at Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum, the cypress trees are dense, naturally providing a cool and shady atmosphere.

good afternoon.

An old saying goes, "It is three quarters past noon."

The purpose was to send the condemned prisoners on their way at midday when the sun was at its strongest.

The yang energy is strong. All vengeful spirits are driven away.

"Standard soldiers, take your positions!"

"stand at attention!"

"salute!"

Someone shouted.

The two teams of pacesetters ran up the steps.

Then it unfolds along the steps. Solemn and dignified. Standing with guns at their sides.

"set off!"

"Yes!"

Zhang Yong led a group of officers, who walked up the steps in an orderly fashion.

There were no big shots.

They were all mid- to low-ranking officers.

The highest military rank is likely to be lieutenant colonel.

In peacetime, there would be no such opportunity at all.

But now, they are the main characters.

They were the ones fighting on the front lines. They were the ones who stormed into Nanjing.

The battlefield behind enemy lines is fraught with danger.

Perhaps today you can climb the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum and pay homage to the Father of the Nation. Tomorrow you might be sacrificed.

But what about that?
The man's body was wrapped in horse leather.

When you die, go and meet the Father of the Nation.

"preparation!"

"put!"

"boom!"

The honor guard fired a gun into the air.

There are no cannons at the moment. Only ceremonial rifles are available.

This year is the 29th year of the Republic of China. Therefore, 29 shots were fired.

"boom!"

The gunshots were fired in a synchronized and orderly manner.

Zhang Yong and others arrived at the statue of the Father of the Nation amidst the gunfire.

Offer flowers.

There were no sacrificial animals.

The New Life Movement did not promote this.

Bend over.

salute.

The ceremony is over.

Zhang Yong straightened his body and unfurled the eulogy.

Mr. Bray wrote it overnight and then sent it urgently by telegram.

Zhang Yong did not change a single word.

They also lack the skill to make corrections.

"The July sun blazes fiercely, the ancient cypress stands silently, flowers bloom like a sea and people surge like a tide, we stand respectfully before the spirit of our esteemed teacher..."

"The river breeze carries the heat wave, and my mind soars to the time when the Guangdong Sea roars..."

"Fortunately, the Master's teachings are like pine trees, growing ever stronger and more resilient even in the scorching heat of summer. With a thunderous pen, he cleaved the abyss of a thousand years, raised the banner of the Three Principles of the People, and opened a new door for all ages; he awakened the ignorant like a raging storm in the sweltering heat, and guided the people back to the shore of new life..."

"Alas! Today's flourishing prosperity and the nation's strength, like the mighty summer flood, all stem from the seeds sown by your painstaking efforts! The people of the world remember you on those days of toil and sweat, and know even more that your heroic spirit is like a clear spring, inexhaustible, never fading or withering..."

"Though the blue sky is vast and can be seen in its entirety, the mighty waves flow eastward without end. How can the spirit of the gentleman fear the scorching sun? It is even more like the dense shade of a tree canopy in the long summer..."

"When we follow the light and tread the path, it will be just like the waves of youth unafraid of the raging fire and the furnace, surging and roaring, ceaseless day and night!"

It's alright. The eulogy was very short.

There aren't many obscure characters in it.

Otherwise, the Commissioner might embarrass himself. He might misread it.

But it doesn't matter. The people around me are all pretty roughnecks anyway. They won't even notice if I mispronounce something.

what!
I had a vague feeling that Mr. Bray seemed to be covering up his mistakes.

Where is the prosperity of this era? The nation's power is not mighty either. On the contrary, it should be a time of shattered mountains and rivers, like drifting catkins in the wind.

The most prosperous half of the country has fallen. War rages everywhere. Wolves roam the land.

Of course, these things cannot be told to the Father of the Nation.

Otherwise, the founding father would probably be turning in his grave.

You unfilial descendants, fighting yourselves to this state, you'd be too ashamed to face anyone in the afterlife!

Bow again.

The ceremony is over.

Let's get down to business.

Back at the foot of the mountain. I sat down again.

"Bring it up."

"Yes."

Soon, Wen Zongyao was pulled up.

At the same time, twenty-nine other traitors were also dragged up.

Thirty at a time. A swift and decisive approach.

They were all plainclothes police teams and secret service units with a long history of crimes and aroused great public resentment.

They were the most loyal lackeys of the Japanese invaders, controlling the streets and alleys of Nanjing, searching everywhere for anti-Japanese elements, or committing all sorts of evil deeds.

The Japanese invaders were certainly hated. But these henchmen of the Japanese invaders were even more detestable.

Therefore, they were the first to be executed.

All the traitors were tied up with ropes. Their trouser legs were also all tied up.

Why tie the trouser legs? Anyone with experience knows that if you don't tie them, the scene will be...

Many traitors' crotches were wet and stinking.

At this moment, all they had left was fear.

However, no one will forgive them.

For kind and upright Chinese people, traitors, collaborators, and scoundrels deserve to die.

"Crack!"

There were constant flashes of light from the side.

But there were no professional reporters available. Because they couldn't find any.

Nanjing was under Japanese rule for three years, and most industries were controlled by the Japanese.

The photography industry was no exception. Very few people dared to secretly support the Nationalist army anymore. If discovered by the Japanese invaders, their entire families would be wiped out.

Zhang Yong himself knew perfectly well that this attack on Nanjing was a short-term measure. He would eventually have to withdraw.

The main force of the Japanese invaders will soon return. Nanjing cannot be defended.

Let's not involve ordinary people.

Zhang Yong has his own camera anyway. He can just arrange for someone to use it temporarily.

The most important thing is the radio station.

He prepared five radio stations for a live broadcast.

It's text-based, of course.

Consider this an explanation.

For example, nowadays, radio stations have invented coded telegrams, the content of which is—

"The traitors have been brought up. Wen Zongyao is leading them. Their trouser legs are all tightly bound..."

"The traitors all hung their heads, clearly aware of their impending fate..."

How exactly to send a message depends entirely on the educational level of each telegraph operator.

In addition to the 95.27 MHz frequency, four other main frequencies were used.

Some are powered by batteries. So there's no need to worry about battery life. The operator can send whatever comes to mind.

Zhang Yong waved his hand, signaling someone to remove the rag from Wen Zongyao's mouth.

"Spare me! Your Excellency, spare me!"

"Spare my life..."

Wen Zongyao kept wailing.

It was unwilling to accept it. Really.

It felt it had already been very cooperative.

I've already told Zhang Yong everything I know. Why do I still have to die?

It doesn't want to die!
"If you have anything else to say, then say it."

Zhang Yong spoke calmly.

Spare your life?

That is impossible.

Behind us is the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum. The Father of the Nation is above.

Do you think the spirit of the Father of the Nation in heaven would forgive you traitors?
Since the founding father has not spoken, then he must be severely punished.

"me……"

Wen Zongyao remained silent.

Faced with death, it didn't know what to say.

What can be said?

The path of traitor was not one that others forced him to take.

It was not captured. Nor did it lose its freedom of movement. It went to surrender to the Japanese invaders on its own.

Like Bao Wenyue, they all went there on their own.

Wang Jingwei was also a traitor.

All the main members of the Wang Jingwei regime voluntarily defected.

The path you choose, you must walk it to the end, even if you have to crawl on your knees.

It's too late to regret it.

There's no chance to regret it.

"Zhang Yong, you can't win." Wen Zongyao suddenly grinned maliciously.

"Why?" Zhang Yong asked lazily.

"With bald guy's character, you really expect him to defeat the Japanese?"

"Uh..." "Zhang Yong, you're talented, but I advise you to recognize the current situation and not let Baldy drag you down. Baldy is a scoundrel. He's untrustworthy, stubborn, mean-spirited, suspicious, narrow-minded, and petty..."

"Well, continue."

Zhang Yong said he didn't care. I listened.

Since you're so eloquent, say more.

Wen Zongyao: ? ? ?

doubt.

Isn't this guy working for the bald guy?
How come the other person is completely unmoved when I'm talking badly about the bald guy? They even seem to be listening with great interest?

eccentric……

However, since it had the opportunity, it decided to say a little more.

Even in his dying moments, he wants to drag someone down with him. That person is the bald man. What right does he have to call himself Chairman?

Pooh!
"What abilities does Baldy have? He's just a small-time hoodlum from Shanghai! He rose to power through shady means!"

"Does he even know how to fight? What a joke! A school principal! He's only at the level of a platoon leader! He couldn't even command a company!"

"Look at the battles he personally commanded, when was it ever a victory? Every time someone else was doing well, he couldn't help but interfere, and then the victory turned into defeat. How did Wuhan fall? How did Nanchang fall? If it weren't for his bald-headed, incompetent command, would the Nationalist army have suffered such a crushing defeat?"

"You're hoping he'll defeat the Japanese? You're dreaming. I'm not afraid to tell you the truth: Baldy has never stopped secretly negotiating with the Japanese. It's just that the Japanese haven't agreed to his conditions yet. Once they have, he'll surrender."

Wen Zongyao rambled on and on, full of resentment.

Those in charge of recording were stunned. These words absolutely cannot be written down!

There were also radio operators at five different stations. Of course, they didn't dare send these messages out either. So they all waited quietly.

Zhang Yong waved his hand, signaling him to continue.

That's well said.

Unfortunately, I can't record it.

Otherwise, the bald head would definitely get a red temperature.

"Those who work for the bald man don't all end up well."

“Look at Yang Yongtai, his death was shrouded in mystery. To this day, there is still no clear explanation.”

"And the Nanchang airport arson case is still unresolved."

"And treasury bonds..."

"The bald man and his wife, the whole family are thieves!"

"He will only make this country more chaotic and corrupt. He will only betray national interests for personal gain..."

Wen Zongyao continued his attack, his expression agitated.

Everyone around was secretly holding their breath.

Your Excellency, please shut this traitor up! These words are taboo!

But Zhang Yong didn't care.

The other party wasn't wrong.

These are all facts.

So, in the end, this country changed its leader.

Baldness will be swept into the dustbin of history.

The Chinese people paid a heavy price, sacrificing countless lives and shedding blood, before finally finding the right path.

Since the bald man is incapable of the job, he will naturally be eliminated by the people.

"Zhang Yong, am I wrong?"

"However, this is not a reason for you to betray your country and your nation."

"I……"

Wen Zongyao choked back a sob.

Zhang Yong waved his hand, signaling to take him away.

That's about it. You've probably said everything you wanted to say.

Let's get going.

To serve as a warning to others.

A large contingent of Nationalist soldiers came up and dragged all the traitors away.

Press one of the two together. It should be basically fixed in place.

The execution team is in position.

A uniform line of Mauser 4-ring rifles were raised.

"preparation!"

"put!"

"boom!"

The gunfire was dense and loud.

As required, all five bullets were fired.

Zhang Yong was very generous. He gave each traitor five bullets, ensuring their deaths.

Then check.

Of course, none of them were missed.

It's shown on the radar map. They're all dead.

He deserved it.

A worthy death.

Unfortunately, not many people came to watch.

After all, the Japanese invaders would come back to fight again. Ordinary people certainly wouldn't dare to come.

But it doesn't matter. I'm really looking forward to the day of victory.

When the Japanese invaders announce their unconditional surrender, all the people can come and watch with peace of mind.

At that time, it might not be just a few hundred traitors who need to be executed.

There could be several thousand. Or even more.

There were also Japanese war criminals.

We'd have to kill at least several thousand, ten thousand...

"The second batch!"

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

Soon, Bao Wenyue was brought up.

Along with them were twenty-nine other traitors.

The vast majority of them were wearing puppet army uniforms. They were all key leaders of the puppet army.

These people were the most active in arresting anti-Japanese elements. They were wholeheartedly devoted to serving the Japanese invaders.

More than half of them were transferred from the three northeastern provinces. They were the backbone and henchmen trained by the Japanese invaders over many years. They committed numerous crimes.

If someone is executed a hundred times, there might be a case of injustice. But if someone is executed ten times, there is absolutely no chance of injustice.

"Crack!"

Another photo session.

Then they removed the rag from Bao Wenyue's mouth.

Other traitors did not receive such treatment.

public trial.

It's basically a verdict.

They themselves knew very well that there was no chance of survival.

So many anti-Japanese fighters died at their hands; they are merely paying for their sins now.

Being executed by firing squad is the quickest and most painless way to die.

Otherwise, they should all be subjected to the excruciating punishment of slow slicing, or eaten alive by the common people, bite by bite.

"Bao Wenyue, what else do you have to say?"

"No. Before, I was a little unconvinced. But now, I'm convinced."

"why?"

"Your tactics are brilliant; even the Japanese were fooled. To be so young and yet so capable is truly impressive."

"praise me?"

"That's true. The Japanese really didn't expect that."

"How to say?"

"You started your operation from Anqing, then Luzhou and Bengbu, drawing all the Japanese attention away. All the troops around Nanjing were drawn away. So, you made a feint and easily stormed into Nanjing. It was a stroke of genius."

"This……"

Zhang Yong really wanted to say: This is a coincidence.

Really. I had absolutely no idea that way of thinking. It was purely by chance.

But since everyone else thinks that way, there seems to be no need for me to deny it.

Although I am a fool, even a fool may have a stroke of genius.

As the saying goes, a bad person's brilliant schemes are no match for a fool's quick thinking.

That's probably it.

"But following the bald guy won't lead you anywhere."

"why?"

"That bald guy... never mind, I'm too lazy to talk about him. Anyway, I despise him. He's a monkey in a crown."

"Is it that serious?"

"Those in positions of power who resort to underhanded tactics can't last. Even if the Japanese can't take him down, someone else will. I can guarantee that his reign, starting from now, won't last more than ten years!"

"Uh……"

Zhang Yong silently did the math.

It seems this guy guessed right.

It is now July 1940, which is indeed less than ten years.

"I'm done."

"take away!"

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

The Nationalist soldiers came up and took the man away.

"boom!"

A barrage of gunfire erupted.

All the traitors paid the price they deserved.

Zhang Yong waved his hand.