Spy Shadow: Command & Conquer

Chapter 2071, Bake slowly, no rush.

happy.

drink wine.

Pure vodka.

Zhang Yong single-handedly drank them all under the table.

Vasilevsky was both surprised and impressed, and kept giving Zhang Yong a thumbs up.

He truly admired his drinking capacity. Everyone else admired him too.

So many people, yet they couldn't get even one of them drunk. You have to admit defeat.

Now that the mood has been right.

Zhang Yong then got to the main point.

"Marshal, I need to take care of some personal matters..."

"What private matter?"

"I am going to secretly execute a group of Japanese."

"Tell me more specifically."

"Those are the Japanese who poisoned the water source in Nomonhan back then."

"Do you know where they are?"

“I can interrogate Yamada Otozo, and other high-ranking officers of the Kwantung Army.”

"Okay. I approve. But you can't kill Yamada Otozo. We still need to keep him useful."

"can."

“You can’t use the troops we brought. I don’t want this to be associated with us. You came from the airborne troops inside the Great Wall.”

"it is good."

Zhang Yong couldn't get it.

Using your own people is simply perfect.

Sure enough, sometimes, when he's had too much to drink, the Russian is particularly easy to talk to.

Perhaps, even the Russians would be eager for it.

If the Russians themselves had handled the matter, the Japanese would have easily argued that they had been framed.

However, if it's handled by Chinese people, then they are third parties. Evidence provided by a third party is the most convincing.

At this point, it's perfect for him to be a tool, doing the dirty work.

"How many people should I airdrop?"

"No more than one thousand people."

"it is good."

Zhang Yong nodded.

A thousand people can get a lot done.

Arrange it immediately.

Which unit was airdropped? Of course, it was one related to the Communist Party.

When the Soviet army withdraws, the Red Party and the Kuomintang will vie for control of Northeast China, which will be crucial. It will lay the foundation for the new China.

Therefore, the first thing that came to mind was Duan Xingdao's troops.

Duan Xingdao is now the commander of the newly formed 15th Army. His main force is the former 167th Division.

This army isn't entirely composed of Communists. It's more accurate to say that many members are Communists. The core members are Communists. Currently, they are stationed in the First War Zone.

It's conveniently located near Luoyang Airport. It can be quickly loaded onto a plane and then airlifted.

Of course, it will take several hours to actually arrive in Fengtian. It's not as simple as teleportation.

Perfect timing, I can finally get some sleep. Then I'll wait for the troops to arrive.

"Oh dear, I can't do it anymore."

Zhang Yong began to feign drunkenness.

feel sleepy.

Confused and disoriented.

After all, we should give the other party some face.

Sure enough, Vasilevsky and the others finally felt a little better.

Turns out the other side was almost there too. Just a tiny bit more. I thought they were some kind of amazing opponent.

So they all went to sleep.

After entering the room, Zhang Yong used the system to check and confirmed that there were no listening devices.

Only then was the 5C communications center activated. They connected with the newly formed 15th Army, found Duan Xingdao, explained the situation, and ordered him to immediately send troops over.

Clearly, Duan Xingdao lacked foresight regarding the future course of the battle. He thought it was just an ordinary mission and immediately agreed.

"We need to arrange for some people who understand social work to come over," Zhang Yong advised.

"Social work?" Duan Xingdao asked, puzzled.

"If the Soviet Red Army withdraws, you can quickly take control of all the key points."

"and then?"

"Wait for the troops organized behind you to arrive."

"what……"

Duan Xingdao then vaguely understood.

So, as required, troops were selected. Then they set off for Luoyang Airport.

Luoyang Airport, having received Zhang Yong's call, began preparing a transport plane to get the person there as quickly as possible.

Zhang Yong made the arrangements and then went to sleep.

I woke up groggily and discovered that transport planes had already arrived over Beijing and Tianjin.

Wow, Luoyang Airport is pretty fast. They arrived so quickly. However, there aren't many transport planes, only six.

They can only transport about 150 people at a time. Moreover, they are all lightly armed troops.

But it's okay. That's enough for the start.

get up.

Coordinate various matters with the Soviet army.

The Soviet army assigned a colonel to accompany him.

There was a vague feeling that the colonel looked familiar. I seemed to have seen him before, but I couldn't quite place him.

"Commissioner, we meet again."

"you know me?"

“My name is Vadim. We met in Nomonhan in 1939. I even arm wrestled with you. I lost badly.”

"Oh it's you!"

Zhang Yong couldn't help but reach out and stroke the other person's beard.

After hearing what the other person said, he did remember. The other person's appearance had changed so much that he couldn't recognize them.

Six years ago, Vadim was a very young and handsome man.

He was Zhukov's staff officer. At the time, he was just a lieutenant. But now, he's a bearded, middle-aged man.

His head was covered in wrinkles, his face was aged, his mouth drooped, and his eyes were sunken...

"You've changed so much..."

"Everyone around me sacrificed their lives. Everyone who was with me at the time sacrificed their lives."

"Yes!"

Zhang Yong was filled with emotion.

On the Eastern Front, the Soviet army truly wiped out an entire generation!
Of the young men from that era, probably fewer than five out of a hundred would survive.

Even if he were barely alive, he would probably be riddled with injuries by now. It's impossible for him to be in good health.

Vadim also had many wounds on his body. They were all from shrapnel.

The German shells and bombs rained down, causing devastation.

shake hands.

embrace.

It is a victory. It is also a narrow escape.

Perhaps Vadim doesn't even dare to go back to his hometown.

Perhaps his hometown no longer exists. Both the people and the houses have vanished.

a long time.

Vadim finally calmed down.

"Commissioner, you can handle everyone except Yamada Otozo."

"it is good."

Zhang Yong spoke calmly.

Since that's the case, we definitely need to deal with it proactively.

The Kwantung Army contained many heinous executioners. They must be dealt with one by one.

For example, Ogiju Ritsubei.

For example, Nakajima Kesago.

These guys later served as temporary officials in the Kwantung Army.

Now, they have surrendered. But they have not yet been placed in solitary confinement.

The Soviet Red Army didn't have time to do such a thing.

"Let's go to the airport."

"it is good."

With Vadim's coordination, the transport plane landed smoothly.

The troops from the former 167th Division disembarked and landed. Then they began to line up and assemble.

A colonel stepped forward. Attention. Salute.

"report!"

"Your Excellency Commissioner, your humble servant Sun Yuanhua reports for duty!"

"it is good!"

Zhang Yong raised his hand in return.

The other party was a veteran and key member of the 167th Division.

The last time we met, he was a battalion commander. Now he's a regimental commander.

Sun Yuanhua brought a company, approximately 120 men.

There were also thirty people in plainclothes. Their identities are unknown. They are all shown as yellow dots on the radar map.

They must have been sent by Duan Xingdao to carry out social work here.

Zhang Yong, of course, didn't concern himself with the specifics of how it would be carried out.

He's not a member of the Red Party.

"Vajim, where is Yamada Otozo?"

"Beida Camp".

"it is good!"

Zhang Yong waved.

He ordered all soldiers to get into the vehicles. The jeeps and trucks were ready.

Five jeeps and five trucks were just enough to fit everyone.

Destination: Beidaying.

Suddenly, I felt a sense of irony. How the tables have turned in this society!

Back then, when the Japanese invaders invaded Beidaying, they imprisoned a large number of anti-Japanese patriots here. More than a decade later, this place became a prison for the Japanese invaders themselves.

A significant portion of the defeated remnants of the Japanese Kwantung Army were imprisoned at Beidaying.

"Vajim, approximately how many Japanese prisoners of war are there?"

"There are about 60,000 people who were taken in around Fengtian."

"Have you seen anyone commit seppuku?"

"No. Maybe before. But not after I was arrested."

"hehe."

Zhang Yong gave a slight, cold smile.

What Bushido spirit? It's all just a way to fool the cannon fodder below.

Once you reach the top, how many people are truly willing to commit suicide and have the courage to disembowel themselves? It's all just a bunch of charlatans.

Arrived at Beidaying.

Radar maps show that the area is under heavy security.

Outside were large Soviet troops. A huge number of them. There were also tanks and heavy artillery.

The number of tanks was enormous. They were all T-34s. A conservative estimate puts the number at over a thousand. It was truly an iron torrent.

There are two to three thousand tanks just around Fengtian! What about other places?

No wonder the Kwantung Army was wiped out in one fell swoop.

In the face of absolute power, everything else is worthless.

"Hold on."

"it is good."

Vadim stepped forward to mediate.

It took more than ten minutes for Beidaying to gradually open up.

The interior was divided into many camps. Each camp was crowded with a large number of Japanese prisoners of war.

The Soviet Red Army showed these prisoners of war absolutely no mercy. They gave them no supplies whatsoever. They only provided one meal of pig feed a day. Just one meal.

What? The bare minimum is not starving to death? Haha. Starving to death is no big deal.

After four years of fighting on the front lines, the Soviet Union now devotes almost all of its production capacity to the military industry.

Therefore, there is still a severe shortage of food and other supplies.

The Soviet Red Army is still eating black bread, while you Japanese prisoners of war think you can eat your fill?

They were so hungry they didn't even have the strength to stand up. Naturally, they had no ability to rise up and resist.

It would be even better if a number of the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled starved to death. That would save trouble.

"coming."

Soon, a group of Soviet soldiers brought over a Japanese soldier.

He was still wearing his military uniform. His collar insignia had three stars. He was Yamada Otozo, the last commander of the Japanese Kwantung Army.

This guy is still trying hard to maintain his dignity. Unfortunately, he can't. Because he doesn't have the energy.

Even basic walking required Soviet soldiers to flank them on either side.

They took them to a house next door.

They placed him on a fixed chair. Two Soviet soldiers stood on either side of him.

"give it to me!"

"it is good."

Vadim went to coordinate.

The Soviet troops withdrew from the doorway. Two Nationalist soldiers entered.

Zhang Yong slowly sat down.

Yamada Otozo looked at Zhang Yong with a puzzled expression and a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Clearly, it hadn't expected Zhang Yong to appear here. Of course, it knew Zhang Yong; it had even seen his photograph.

"what!"

Zhang Yong yawned leisurely.

Take out a handful of peanut brittle and place it casually on the table.

Yamada Otozo's eyes flickered continuously, and his lips moved.

It was entirely a reaction to extreme hunger.

The Soviet paratroopers arrived very quickly, and it surrendered in Fengtian.

The various units of his Kwantung Army were all paper tigers, utterly vulnerable. They were breached in just three or four days.

"Yamada Otozo, you didn't expect to see me here, did you?"

"..."

Yamada Otozo lowered his head, indicating that he was listless and drowsy.

Zhang Yong nodded, and immediately some Nationalist soldiers went up, grabbed Yamada Otozo's hair, and pulled it up forcefully.

Feeling listless?
I'll energize you right now.

Want to experience the art of hanging one's head from a beam and pricking one's thigh with an awl?
You don't even need the 108 elaborate meals from the Military Intelligence Bureau; a few casual plunders and you won't be able to handle it.

Waved his hand.

The Nationalist soldiers released their grip.

Yamada Otozo was paralyzed in his chair, on the verge of death.

However, this guy still refused to speak and was determined to put up a stubborn resistance.

"Fire basin".

"Yes."

Soon, a bright red charcoal brazier was brought in and placed under Yamada Otozo's bottom.

Then, someone lifted Yamada Otozo up. He was replaced with an iron chair. It was just a frame, no plank. His entire buttocks were suspended in the air.

"Bake it slowly, no rush."

"We have plenty of time."

Zhang Yong spoke slowly and deliberately, with a relaxed air.

Suddenly, something occurred to him. He casually took out two sweet potatoes and placed them on the charcoal fire, arranging them carefully.

This charcoal brazier is so good, we shouldn't waste it. Roasted sweet potatoes are incredibly delicious here.

They roasted Yamada Otsuzo bread while simultaneously roasting sweet potatoes. That's what you call doing two things at once.

You can also eat peanut brittle at the same time.

Hey!
So comfortable!
This is the day of the victors...

finally--

Yamada Otozo couldn't sit still any longer.

I was sweating profusely. I felt like my whole body was getting cooked.

Especially my buttocks. It felt like they were being roasted alive. Every second was torture.

You must know, it's August now!
It's summer!
Who could stand having a brazier under their butt?
It stammered, its voice trembling, "You, you, you violated international law..."

"Oh? You're talking to me about international law now?" Zhang Yong chewed on a peanut candy with relish. "Why didn't you mention international law before?"

"I, I, I..." Yamada Otozo broke down. "What exactly do you want to know?"

"I want to know everything. Let's take it one step at a time."

"you……"

"First and foremost, the situation of Unit 731, the water supply unit."

"I……"

Yamada Otozo's face turned bright red, like a boiled crab.

The scorching heat of the charcoal fire was certainly uncomfortable for him. But more importantly, it was the tension and fear in his heart.

Water Supply Unit 731!

The other party mentioned this name.

Damn it!
How did the other party find out?
This matter must absolutely not be exposed.

otherwise……

Yamada Otozo was well aware of the consequences if this matter were exposed.

"I, I don't know..."

"Well, who knows?"

"I, I don't know..."

"Oh, as the commander of the Kwantung Army, you know nothing?"

"me……"

"Then bake it slowly! We have plenty of time."

"me……"

Yamada Otozo felt like he was about to be roasted alive.

The upper body might not be ripe yet. But the lower body is definitely ripe, especially the area around the base of the thighs.

"what!"

Zhang Yong yawned. He was feeling sleepy again.

I was completely drained a couple of days ago. I haven't recovered yet.

So I lifted my feet and put them on the edge of the table. Then I leaned back comfortably, closed my eyes, and rested. It felt good.

Oh, no, it's just a little hot. It's because of the charcoal brazier.

But I can tolerate it.

If others can tolerate Yamada Otozo, then of course I can too.

Time flows slowly and leisurely.

The aroma of roasted sweet potatoes gradually began to waft out, but they weren't quite done yet.

It will take another half hour for the sweet potatoes to be fully cooked. So, don't rush, let them bake slowly.

"I said, I said..."

However, Yamada Otozo could not withstand it.

It knew it was on the verge of death and could die at any moment.

Moreover, it wasn't a quick and painless death. It was an extremely painful one.

This death process could drag on for two hours, or even three hours, or longer.

Zhang Yong didn't even open his eyes.

Yamada Otozo finally confessed honestly:

"Yes, yes, it's Shiro Ishii. He, he's in Xinjing, Xinjing..."

[To be continued]

(End of this chapter)