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At this time, the Nationalist government did not realize that the death knell had been sounded, or rather, in their eyes, the Communist army was still just what they called "Communist bandits".

At this very moment, the minds of most of them are still focused on their own interests—they are willing to sacrifice anything to gain benefits for themselves.

Principles, beliefs, original aspirations, compassion, kindness...

They will give up anything that can be given up without hesitation.

As long as it brings profit!

……

Detention Camp No. 3

This is a secret service "prison" located at the foot of the mountain.

Here, more than four hundred snipers from the Nationalist army are being held.

"Chen Fen, male, born in the 3rd year of the Republic of China, joined the army in the 21st year of the Republic of China and served in the Central Army. At the end of the 26th year of the Republic of China, he entered the sniper training brigade that was moved to Chongqing and became the third batch of trainees."

The agent was reading from the file. The Nationalist Army sergeant, sitting in the interrogation chair, listened indifferently to what the agent was reading, his expression calm and unwavering.

"In March of the 27th year of the Republic of China, after completing his training, he returned to his original unit to serve. To date, the verifiable number of enemy soldiers killed is... 28!"

The agent paused for a moment when he read this part.

Although the lingering shadow of the War of Resistance against Japan is dissipating, no one who experienced it can deny the brutality and ferocity of the Japanese invaders.

Among the millions of Nationalist troops, very few could kill even one enemy soldier, let alone the number "28".

"But according to soldiers, at least 70% of the kills were denied because the bodies could not be found."

The agent reading through the Bureau of Investigation files was horrified; he was such a killing machine!

But Chen Fen, who was sitting opposite him, still did not react, as if the merits mentioned by the other party had nothing to do with him.

"Having served in the army for 14 years and repeatedly achieved meritorious service, I have never been allocated a spot in any short-term training courses and am still a sergeant. Therefore, I am dissatisfied and secretly collude with the Communist Party, intending to defect to the Communists."

When the agent read this part, his brows furrowed slightly. As an agent who was familiar with the Kuomintang's military system, he immediately saw through the "water" in this investigation report.

Even with the number of enemy kills deliberately reduced and denied, the other side still had 14 years of military service and as many as 28 enemy kills—under such circumstances, they still held the rank of sergeant, which would inevitably displease their superiors.

Moreover, as a non-commissioned officer, unless the other party's unit is overrun by communists, the other party basically has no chance to contact the communists.

Therefore, the conclusion of this report issued by the original unit of the opposing side is probably nothing more than a tool to kill someone else.

The spies disliked this kind of thing, but it was a common problem in the National Revolutionary Army, so what could they do?

The agent glanced at the silent interrogator, tapped the table, and asked:
"Chen Fen, do you have anything to say?"

Chen Fen replied indifferently, "No."

"No? Then do you know the consequences of having this charge pinned on you?"

扣？
Chen Fen smiled. Did the other party also know it was a deduction?

But he did not answer the question.

Is there anything more sorrowful than a broken heart?

The agent sighed, losing all desire to continue the conversation, and picked up his pen to write a sentence on the man's investigation report:

No such record found!

He then waved his hand, signaling his men to take the man away.

After the person being interrogated was taken away, the agent's accomplice whispered:

"Brother Qin, this... why did you let it go so easily?"

"Do you think someone like that, if he really intended to collude with the Communists, would still stay and serve in the Nationalist army? He would probably have disappeared without a trace long ago!"

The agent shook his head and said:

"If you want to find fault, you can always find a pretext!"

His companion reminded him, "But we're bound to find something out, right? You've already investigated over fifty people, and they've all passed. How are you going to explain this to your superiors?"

The spy sneered:

"Some people are just eager to drag out a few unlucky souls to report, so that their superiors can see their abilities—"

"But Commander Zhang isn't that kind of person!"

"If someone uses the heads of loyalists to the Party and the State as stepping stones, Commander Zhang will surely kill them all if he finds out!"

"Brother He, we are just small fry after all. Let the higher-ups fight it out. Let's just do our jobs well and not let our consciences be clouded!"

The spy kindly shared his survival skills with his comrade, who expressed his gratitude:
"Thank you for the reminder, Brother Qin."

The agent laughed and said, "We're all colleagues, so helping each other is only right—it's getting late, so we don't need to continue the investigation today. We can continue tomorrow?"

"Brother Qin, you can decide for yourself. This time, I'm just learning from you, only bringing my ears and not my mouth."

"Brother He, you're too kind. Alright, let's go home now."

The two, who got along well, finished their work for the day, said goodbye to each other, and went their separate ways. But after the spy left, his companion's expression turned cold.

With no one around, he couldn't help but murmur:
"Brother Qin, you may not want to climb the ladder, but I do!"

"I have to do what I'm told to do better than you, otherwise... how am I supposed to climb up the ladder by stepping on you?"

"I'm sorry this time!"

That evening, a letter of complaint was delivered to the military inspectorate.

With a slam, the complaint letter was placed on the table. The director of the inspection office said with a dark face:

"Qin Feng is sympathizing with the Communist Party!"

"Director, I've read the whistleblower letter. I'm afraid its contents are biased. Besides, Qin Feng used to infiltrate the Suzhou Security Bureau, and his actions were identified by Commander Zhang's sharp eyes. You can't just casually label him like this, Director!"

The deputy director retorted to the director's words in a low voice.

He specifically brought up the connection between Qin Feng and Zhang Anping in order to make the other side back down.

The director knew that the deputy director's words were not unfounded—back then, the Japanese had created a terrible virus, and Zhang Anping personally took charge of the matter. At that time, he infiltrated Suzhou under the alias Shi Hao, successfully stood out among a group of traitors, gained the trust of the Japanese, and was even entrusted with the important task of becoming the director of the Security Bureau.

When Qin Feng was about to retreat after completing his mission, Zhang Anping personally led him out to end his undercover mission.

A true direct descendant of the Zhang school!
In the past, the director would never have continued to pester him, but this time he had no choice but to persist.

"Investigating and rooting out Communists among these people—that's Commander Zhang's order! Qin Feng's actions are clearly a case of outwardly obeying but inwardly disobeying Commander Zhang's orders!"

"The report below clearly mentions that 'Chen Fen' is colluding with the Communist Party. Qin Feng didn't even conduct an investigation, simply ending the review and closing the case with a 'no such case' statement?"

"Such an irresponsible attitude is a disgrace to Commander Zhang's trust!"

"We must change people!"

"If Commander Zhang punishes me in the future, I, Zhao, will take full responsibility!"

Faced with the director of the inspection office's attempt to intimidate Qin Feng, the deputy director couldn't protect him even if he wanted to.

He couldn't help but resent Qin Feng in his heart. How could this guy be so reckless? The others wanted to use someone else to do their dirty work. If he really wanted to protect Qin Feng, he should at least have put on a show of investigating!

You dare to draw conclusions without even investigating? I can't even protect you!

Seeing that the deputy director had fallen silent, the director secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid that the other party would continue to oppose him because they were from Zhang's faction, and he might have to rely on external forces to achieve his goal.

Fortunately, the other party backed down.

He deliberately said, "It's best if our inspection office doesn't interfere with the specifics of the investigation. How about we let the deputy take over? What do you think?"

The deputy director was completely unaware of the other party's sinister intentions. Instead, he thought the other party was very sensible and said, "Then let the deputy take over."

The director feigned ignorance and asked, "Who is Qin Feng's deputy?"

"He Shaohui".

"He Shaohui, I vaguely remember him. You can pass this on—you'll also be in charge of Qin Feng's investigation, but make sure he's not a sympathizer of the Communists. That's very important!"

"Row!"

Early the next morning, Qin Feng planned to continue his investigation, but unexpectedly, the deputy director of the military inspection office arrived in person.

"Did you offend some little demon?"

Qin Feng was taken aback: "Director, the department is kind to everyone and has never offended anyone."

"Someone sent a letter of complaint to the supervisory office, saying that you sympathize with the Communist Party."

Qin Feng panicked: "Director, who the hell is this? They're trying to kill me!"

"You can investigate the whistleblower letter yourself. I'll be in charge of reviewing you now—hand over your work to He Shaohui, and then you'll come with me."

The deputy director said with exasperation, "I told you long ago that the struggle is fierce right now, don't give them any leverage, don't give them any leverage, but you just wouldn't listen!"

"This is a lesson learned; I'll be more careful in the future."

Qin Feng wilted like a frostbitten eggplant.

When his deputy, He Shaohui, learned that Qin Feng was to be investigated, he became furious and ran to the deputy director to plead Qin Feng's innocence, claiming that Qin Feng would never sympathize with the Communist Party and that he was willing to risk his life to guarantee it.

The deputy director was "furious" and lectured He Shaohui. Afterward, he privately taught He Shaohui some survival rules of the secret service. He had clearly misjudged He Shaohui's character, thinking that the other party was loyal and righteous...

With Qin Feng gone, Detention Camp No. 3 became He Shaohui's personal fiefdom.

He not only rejected all of Qin Feng's previous investigations, but also began to use other methods—in just three days, he identified as many as 21 "communist sympathizers".

It's easy to imagine what methods he used.

He had planned to find these people and that would be enough, but unexpectedly, two more people were sent over.

But strangely, these two weren't snipers!
"Commander He, our Chief of Staff Tang specifically asked me to tell you that there is a very high possibility that these two are communists. You must investigate them thoroughly and not let the communist network slip through." He Shaohui immediately understood the implied meaning of these words.

They want both of them to die!

He casually opened the delivered file, and his pupils constricted sharply upon seeing the identity of one of the individuals.

One of them was even... a regimental commander!
The officer who delivered the message sensed He Shaohui's apprehension and said with a faint smile:

"This regimental commander is an imposter. If it weren't for our deputy army commander's mercy, we would have executed him long ago! But this kid is courting death, actually saying in public at the mobilization meeting that he doesn't want to fight the Communists—I've seen people courting death, but I've never seen anyone courting death like this!"

He Shaohui understood, then asked the other person, "What about this guy named Mi Long?"

"It's just an old grudge. He narrowly escaped death last time, but it's his fate—the one he offended has been reinstated and assigned to our army. So if he doesn't die, who will?"

He Shaohui instantly thought of someone:

Director Liu of the Military and Political Warfare Department.

This man is also a legend. During the Second Expeditionary Force, he was a high-ranking military officer. Unfortunately, he was implicated in a smuggling case and was stripped of his military post. Unexpectedly, he was reinstated in just over a year and became the director of the Political Warfare Department (Political B) of the newly formed 72nd Reorganized Army (fictional).

Well, these two unlucky guys, one was handpicked by the Chief of Staff of the Army, and the other was handpicked by the Director of the Political Warfare Department of the Fourth Giant—they are clearly people even the King of Hell couldn't save.

He Shaohui was relieved:

"I know what to do!"

……

The former New 88th Division was incorporated into the newly formed 72nd Army during the reorganization of the National Revolutionary Army, and its designation was changed from New 88th Division to 189th Division.

As the saying goes, a new name brings a new look, but at this moment, the atmosphere in the 189th Division (fictional) was unusually heavy.

Inside the 189th Division headquarters, Deputy Division Commander Hu angrily cursed:

"Damn it, fighting to the death is not as good as being good at scheming!"

"I'll tolerate being treated differently!"

"But what I can't stand are these bastards! They've only been in office for a few days and they're already taking revenge on their own! Long Wenzhang and Mi Long, those two bastards are going to get their hands on!"

Deputy Division Commander Hu was furious.

The people he looked down on, Yu Xiaoqing, Tang Ji, and the guy surnamed Liu, climbed up again in the blink of an eye and even became their superiors!

But what about them?

Anyway, the Nationalist government seemed to treat them very well afterward, giving them a division without hesitation, and it was a proper Central Army unit.

They did not disappoint the Nationalist government—the New 88th Division fought many tough battles during the Second Expedition.

How many old friends who traveled from Shanghai to distant lands have fallen in foreign lands?
They had thought the Nationalist government treated them as one of their own, but now they finally understood.

What a load of rubbish, they're calling us "one of our own"!

In terms of military achievements, how is he any different from his old partner?
But the result?

After being assigned to the newly reorganized 72nd Army, Liu, who had been dismissed from his post due to a major smuggling case, became the fourth leader, while Tang Ji and Yu Xiaoqing became the deputy commander and chief of staff, respectively!
As for him and his old partner, they are still stuck in the same place—the promises made above are good, saying that after defeating the Communists, promotions and wealth are just around the corner.

But Deputy Division Commander Hu doesn't believe a damn thing!

“We’ve always been outcasts, and we haven’t gone along with them, so it’s normal for us to be ostracized,” the old partner said calmly.

Deputy Division Commander Hu knew his old partner was disheartened, so he held back his complaints and roars, and instead asked in return:

What about Long Wenzhang and Mi Long?

"It's not a big problem. After all, it was sent to the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, not the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics. Send a telegram to Commander Zhang later to explain the situation. The people from the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics won't make things difficult for them."

His old partner sighed, "But they can forget about staying in the 189th Division."

Deputy Division Commander Hu sighed as well: "As long as I can stay alive, that's enough. Ah, the world..."

The two sighing figures were unaware that, without external intervention, their chances of survival were slim...

difficult!
……

Detention Camp No. 3

Some time ago, the snipers who were brought into the detention camp for no reason and harbored resentment actually dissipated a lot of their resentment.

There was no torture to extract confessions, no distortion of the truth, and no fabricated framing. For the first time, they realized that investigations could be fair and just—especially after some accused of being communist sympathizers were found to have no connection to the case, which greatly encouraged them.

In addition, the food in the detention camp was quite good, and apart from the restriction of freedom, it could be described as a "rest and recuperation".

But all of this changed five days ago!

The snipers who had previously passed the vetting process were re-examined—no, not vetting, but subjected to brutal torture!
Those unfortunate souls whose files were secretly filled out by their former units with sympathy for or collusion with the Communist Party were all found guilty of being "communist sympathizers" during the renewed investigation.

Every day, these snipers under investigation could see their fellow inmates being dragged out and thrown into specially prepared cells.

Every day, they could hear these people's suppressed but involuntary groans;
Every day, some of them would be taken out for questioning. Those who passed the questioning would return covered in wounds, while those who failed would be taken to a "special cell" covered in wounds, where they would wait for their day, the day of execution.

A silent anger enveloped the detention camp.

Until a piece of news ignited this pent-up anger.

"It's a factional struggle!"

“We are all victims of factional infighting within the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (BIS) – some people within the BIS want to get rid of Zhang Shih-hao because he spearheaded the establishment of the sniper training brigade, so those who want to get rid of him want to turn a large number of snipers into communists!”

"This is just the beginning. In the future, many of us will be turned into communists by them!"

The news spread rapidly among the detainees, and given the camp's inconsistent attitude before and after, the accuracy of the news was naturally verified.

Anger was ignited.

They were indeed snipers who came from the sniper training brigade, but they were just a group of simple soldiers. On the battlefield, they hunted down Japanese invaders alone, becoming a shadow over the Japanese army. Facing repeated pursuit by the Japanese army, they were fearless of death and only wanted to kill more Japanese devils to fight for their country.

But now, they have become victims of the struggle—just to deal with Zhang Shih-hao, many of them are going to become “Communists”?
"Fuck them! If they want us dead, then they won't get away with it! Tomorrow, we'll find a chance to strike. Even if we die, we'll drag a few of those spies down to hell with us!"

"That's right, since we're going to die anyway, we might as well drag a few spies down with us! I'm not going to lose out in this life!"

"I didn't lose out either—it's a pity that I originally wanted to live on for those brothers who died in battle. It seems I have to go down and reunite with them."

Snipers are not afraid of death. If they were, they wouldn't be like lone wolves, walking alone on the edge of death with their guns.

Since we're going to die anyway, we might as well make a few more!

"I don't think it's necessary to throw our lives away in vain—since we've all decided to fight to the death, why don't we try to find a way to survive?"

"Find a way to survive? How?"

"Over there in the special cell, there's a regimental commander locked up—his crime is the same as ours: being a communist sympathizer. If he's willing to lead us in a fight, I think our chances of survival are higher. What do you guys think?"

"Commander? Is he reliable?"

"He's incredibly reliable. I heard he's a ruthless guy who led a group of men to launch a surprise attack on the Japanese, and then held out for a full thirty-eight days under the siege of a large group of Japanese soldiers!"

"Hiss—his name is Long Wenzhang, right? I've heard about him. He was also labeled a 'communist'?"

"If it's him, we might actually be able to fight our way out."

What can we do after we break through?
They didn't consider that only by surviving can one have the opportunity to think about these things; if one cannot survive, one has no right to think about them.

"Tomorrow, I'll be interrogated. I'll pretend I can't take it anymore and confess. I'll probably be locked up in a special room with him. Then I'll try to persuade him—but how do we get the message across?"

"How about using a mirror to reflect the light?"

"it is good!"

A group of snipers, driven to the brink of desperation, finally made the decision to fight to the death.

The plan was launched as envisioned.

Long Wenzhang, the man who led a group of cannon fodder to create a miracle, had accepted his "fate"—he had fought for too long and really didn't want to fight anymore, let alone see his own people fighting each other.

But in the end, it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

So he resigned himself to his fate and decided to go to the underworld to find his brothers who trusted him but still couldn't escape their fate as cannon fodder.

He was initially unmoved by the sniper's advice, but seeing the warriors who had been tortured beyond recognition and hearing about their repeated solo missions, he finally couldn't resist his conscience and chose to take them with him.

The news excited the snipers, who eagerly awaited their opportunity.

……

"If they want an opportunity, then give them one!"

The director of the military inspection office quietly placed his hand on the board: "Find a way to make the guards of the Third Battalion show a weakness and give them an opportunity!"

"Director, what about He Shaohui..."

The head of the inspection office coldly looked at his foolish subordinate: "If He Shaohui doesn't die, are you going to let Zhang Anping trace it back to us?"

The name Zhang Anping sent a shiver down the spine of the director's confidant.

"Director, I understand. I will handle this personally."

The director said slowly, "Hmm—tell Tang Ji to transfer the 189th Division away so it won't get in the way. If the Third Battalion mutinies, let the other units of the 72nd Army suppress it!"

"None of these people involved should be let off the hook!"

"I understand."

Yes, the one who leaked the news was not Zhang Anping at all, but the director of the military inspection office!

The objective is clear:
The snipers were so badly influenced by the underground Communist Party that they staged a mutiny. In the end, it was the 72nd Army that turned the tide and killed all the traitors!

But did Zhang Anping really not prepare anything? (End of Chapter)