Spy Shadow: Command & Conquer

Chapter 2074, The Difference Between a Single Piece of Paper is So Big

Xinjing (Changchun).

The weather is terrible. The clouds are very low.

It felt like a storm was coming, but it didn't. The weather was unusually muggy.

One DC-3 transport plane after another landed.

Having airplanes is great.

Fly wherever you want. Super fast.

It takes less than an hour to get here from Fengtian. It's right outside the door.

"quick!"

"quick!"

The officers shouted loudly.

As ordered by the Commissioner, they were to be stationed in Xinjing.

They were not paratroopers. They were troops from the newly formed 15th Army, formerly the 167th Division.

In a company of soldiers, there are at least ten yellow dots.

They've practically not yet publicly announced that they've established a branch at the company level. But I guess that'll be soon.

As the Kuomintang and the Communist Party officially break off relations, those yellow dots will soon change their identities, shocking the bald man.

However, that is all for the future.

Now, the most important thing is to purge the traitors. Purge those key members of the puppet army.

If we don't clean them up now, given their cunning, they'll definitely find another way to survive later.

They would transform themselves and become part of the Nationalist army again, continuing their evil deeds.

Such scoundrels must be eliminated.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

There were intermittent gunshots.

There were some blind traitors who actually tried to put up a stubborn resistance.

That's a joke. Even at that time, the Japanese invaders didn't dare to open fire head-on. How dare you traitors?

Of course, it's also possible that they've given up entirely, thinking they're going to die anyway.

The result was obvious. He was riddled with bullet holes on the spot.

The commissioner was in a menacing manner.

The officers and soldiers of the 167th Division below were, of course, fierce and menacing.

Influenced by Zhang Yong, they showed no mercy to the Japanese invaders and traitors.

"boom!"

"boom!"

The soldiers stormed into the puppet palace.

That so-called Emperor Kant lived there. A monkey in a crown.

The radar map shows some scattered white dots, but no semi-red dots or red dots.

"Li Zhong!"

"To!"

"Pass down the order: no firing is permitted!"

"Yes!"

"Shooting is prohibited if the other party is unarmed!"

"Yes!"

The order was quickly relayed.

The gunfire quickly stopped because there were no more enemies inside.

Almost all the doors were open.

I could vaguely see figures moving around.

They were all ragged eunuchs with blank expressions.

There were also some elderly palace maids, their faces pale and ashen. Their expressions were equally blank, like walking corpses.

He barely reacted as the soldiers rushed in.

There was a strange smell in the air.

How do I describe it?
Corruption? Decay?
It was old and dilapidated, exuding an aura of abandonment.

"Platoon leader, what do they do?"

"Eunuch. Palace maid."

"Huh? Are they eunuchs and palace maids too?"

"Yes."

"Why is it different from what's on the stage?"

"On the stage, there are powerful palace maids and eunuchs. Those in front of us are the forgotten ones."

"Does that mean being banished to the cold palace?"

"more or less."

Some officers and soldiers were discussing it quietly.

They both lowered their gun barrels and looked at each other curiously.

Most people have only seen palace maids and eunuchs on the stage. They've never seen them in real life.

Many people don't actually know where eunuchs came from.

Zhang Yong was aware of this. He also felt a pang of emotion.

These old eunuchs in front of us can be said to be the most tragic group of people in this era.

Their era has long since passed.

It is impossible for it to continue to exist, whether in the future or in the future.

"Commissioner".

Li Zhong arrived quietly.

The report stated that no danger was found inside the palace.

There were only a few dozen old eunuchs and a few dozen old palace maids left.

No valuables were found.

No weapons or ammunition were found.

They were all taken away by that emperor.

Anyone who could walk, or who wanted to walk, had already left.

The rest were the old, weak, sick, disabled, or those whose hearts were ashen. They were alive, but looked like they were dead.

Please advise on how to handle this.

"Leave them some food and let them deal with it themselves!"

"Yes."

Li Zhong agreed and went to make the arrangements.

Zhang Yong shook his head. He came out of the pseudo-imperial palace.

He is not the savior. The Red Party is. Only the Red Party can deal with these people.

For these impoverished people, the Communist Party was indeed their savior. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, they were able to start new lives.

Most people are able to support themselves. They do what they can.

Even the concubines of the Eight Great Hutongs or the Shanghai Bund have begun a new chapter.

Zhang Yong didn't have that ability. Neither did the Kuomintang.

"report!"

"explain."

"Commissioner, someone at Kuanchengzi Airport is trying to negotiate with us about surrendering."

"understood."

Zhang Yong nodded. The radar map did not show Kuanchengzi Airport.

Because it has exceeded the 10-kilometer display range.

it's fine.

Just drive over and see for yourself.

Since the other party wants to surrender, they must have made some preparations.

boarding.

Of course, it's the Willys Jeep.

Wherever you go, the system will arrange delivery there. It's awesome!

The deliveries arrived at the same time. There were also a large number of trucks.

The Nationalist troops now following Zhang Yong's lead are all mechanized.

Either a truck.

Either an airplane.

Even the United States isn't this modern.

Since the war of resistance has already been won, we can show off to our heart's content.

The convoy moved forward in a grand procession.

Changchun has two airports. One is Kuanchengzi Airport. The other is Dafangshan Airport.

Kuanchengzi Airport is relatively old and has a rather cramped layout, making it unable to accommodate a large number of aircraft landings.

Later, the Japanese invaders occupied Northeast China, establishing the puppet state of Manchukuo, and thus worked hard to develop Dafangshan Airport, using it as their main airport. Kuanchengzi Airport was gradually abandoned.

Zhang Yong had previously used Dafangshan Airport to direct aircraft landings.

Keep going.

The radar map begins to display yellow dots.

To be precise, there aren't many yellow dots, but they are very noticeable.

There are no red dots. There are no half-red dots. There are only over five hundred white dots. And a dozen or so yellow dots.

This group seems interesting. So many yellow dots. But why would they want to surrender?
Wouldn't it be better to just leave quietly?

I still feel I need to go through some formalities. I need a legitimate identity?

Okay, then we'll arrange it.

Zhang Yong preferred to write commands by hand.

Whether an order is effective depends on whether others accept it.

Zhang Yong didn't know who had acknowledged it.

But he will remember who he didn't acknowledge.

It is estimated that in the next three or four years, some people will no longer accept Zhang Yong's orders.

Especially those guys who have a rift with him.

They must be trying to erase Zhang Yong's traces.

But it doesn't matter. After 49, they will realize that they should have followed the Commissioner's orders.

If I follow the Commissioner's orders, at least I'll still be free.

For example, people like Du Yuming.

what!
I gave you a chance. But you didn't take it. So there's nothing more to say.

Arrived at Kuanchengzi Airport. Found it spotless and clean. It didn't look abandoned at all.

At the same time, we also identified our target audience. It seems like all sorts of people are represented.

Some were in military uniforms. Some were in police uniforms. Some were in civilian clothes. And some were ground crew?
It looks chaotic. But no one is carrying weapons. Stop the car.

Line up.

Because the other party meant no harm, the gun barrels were all pointing downwards.

"report!"

A middle-aged man stepped forward.

He accurately located Zhang Yong and realized that Zhang Yong was the one in charge.

Zhang Yong nodded and got out of the jeep.

The other party is represented by a yellow dot. They're probably the organizer. They likely hold a relatively high position within the Communist Party.

"What are you..."

"Sir, we want to switch sides."

"why?"

"Sir, we haven't done anything to betray the country or the nation in the past ten years. You can investigate."

"Are you worried that I'll execute you all as traitors?"

"Yes."

"Then why don't you disperse? Disperse quietly, find another way out, and no one will bother you."

"Sir, we want to stay in the city to continue maintaining order."

"why?"

"Because once order collapses, many vulnerable people will suffer. There will be many villains who do evil."

"is it?"

Zhang Yong responded slowly.

Suddenly, he leaned close to the other person's ear and said, slowly and deliberately, in a cold voice—

"You speak in a manner very similar to that of a Communist."

"I do not have……"

"So what do you want from me?"

"A written order from the Inspectorate."

"it is good."

Zhang Yong stepped back.

The other party was indeed very confident!

Why are you so certain that I would give you orders?

"Your Excellency, would you like to see those helpless people being harmed? Many of them are so weak that they can't even catch a chicken."

"Don't talk nonsense anymore. Focus on your work. Understand?"

"clear."

"Alright. I'm giving you a written order now. From now on, you will operate under the name of the Changchun Inspectorate. You will temporarily take over the police station. Your position is above that of the police station, and you have the authority to replace all personnel in the police station, including the chief."

"Yes."

"What's the situation at the police station now?"

"Reporting to the Commissioner, those who committed crimes and have blood on their hands have mostly escaped."

"In that case, in addition to maintaining daily order, you are also responsible for hunting down those heinous traitors and bringing them to justice."

"I understand. But..."

"I will provide you with ample weapons and ammunition."

"what?"

The other party was clearly surprised.

He wasn't really sure if he would receive a written order.

If the other side really doesn't care about the lives of ordinary people and refuses to issue orders, there's nothing they can do.

Without written orders from the other party, they have no authority to do anything.

The difference is so big even with just a single sheet of paper.

"What's your name?"

"Zhao Tonghe."

"Have someone bring me a table and chair."

"Yes."

Zhao Tonghe made arrangements immediately.

Soon, the tables and chairs were all ready.

Zhang Yong sat down. He took out a letter and a pen.

There's a lot to write, and I can't fit it all in with a calligraphy brush.

First, the Changchun Inspection Office was established.

Second, Zhao Tonghe was appointed as the director of the Inspection Department.

Third, it is clearly stipulated that the Inspectorate has the power to supervise and adjust the police department.

Fourth, it is clearly stipulated that the Inspection Department has its own armed forces.

Wash it off.

Confirmed.

Sign your name. And the date.

"for you."

"Thank you!"

"I'll give you another backup."

"Thank you!"

Zhang Yong personally transcribed a copy.

The content is exactly the same. Finally, sign it. Write the date.

This is to prevent any accidents. A copy for record-keeping.

No, it should be "a bright mirror hanging high," placed in the most conspicuous position.

"Frame it."

"Yes."

Zhao Tonghe certainly understood what to do.

These two written orders are extremely valuable. They must not be destroyed.

The most important function of written orders was not for those below to see, but for those above, including the Soviet army.

When the Soviet military command saw that it was Zhang Yong who gave the order, they had to think about it.

Unless there is a significant conflict of principle, they certainly won't object.

"from now on……"

"This humble servant will certainly be self-disciplined and dedicated to public service, and will not dare to slack off in the slightest."

"it is good."

Zhang Yong nodded in satisfaction.

The other person claims to have changed quickly. They've even learned to say "your humble servant" (卑职).

Arrange delivery via the system.

They sent enough light weapons for a thousand people.

Why so many?
Because the Inspectorate needs it.

Why is the Inspectorate needed?
Because I, Zhang Yong, need to show off a bit.

Not only did they have weapons and ammunition, but also a large number of jeeps and trucks.

I must become the most dazzling guy in Changchun.

In Shenyang, there is currently a large Soviet military presence, so we can't make too much noise.

But in Changchun, it doesn't matter how you do it.

For the time being, this is his territory!
Of the entire Kuomintang, only Zhang Yong can fly a plane and travel around freely. Everyone else can only follow behind and eat his ass.

"Commissioner, are these all for our Inspection Department?"

Zhao Tonghe was dumbfounded.

It seems like we've given too much.

We are the Inspectorate, not the military...

With so many vehicles, can we afford to maintain them? They need so much gasoline…

"if not?"

"Commissioner, isn't this a bit too much?"

"If you don't have a lot of weapons, how can others respect you? If you don't have any serious weapons, even the police station will dare to disobey you!"

"I understand."

Zhao Tonghe lowered his head, expressing his shame.

The commissioner's words may be rough, but the principle is sound. That's how things are done here.

Reasoning with others won't work if you want them to behave and obey. You need to have a gun.

Political power grows out of the barrel of a gun. That's a very simple saying.

"How is the situation in prison?"

"Reporting to the Commissioner, the situation in Xinjing is currently..."

"Changchun. The name Xinjing is now forbidden. It was used by the Japanese puppet regime."

"Yes. Reporting to the commissioner, there are currently three prisons in Changchun, all of which are in a semi-out-of-control state."

What does "semi-out of control" mean?

"Many prison guards have run away. They're afraid of being purged. They used to kill anti-Japanese elements."

Is anyone left?

"They're just some old hands. They've been doing this for over ten or even decades."

"What about the people held in prison?"

"Most of the anti-Japanese fighters were killed. There were very few left, and we don't know their identities."

"In that case, Zhao Tonghe!"

"To!"

"I'm giving you the task right now. Immediately assign tasks and take over all three prisons. Begin screening. If they are anti-Japanese elements, release them."

"Yes!"

"Go!"

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

A major matter was resolved just like that.

He just talks and gives out some weapons and ammunition.

Oh, and there's still some funding. Mainly in dollars.

Oh, and there are a few vehicles...

have a break.

open one's eyes.

Now, we can go and end the Japanese Unit 731.

[To be continued]

(End of this chapter)