Special Warfare Pioneer

Chapter 6

Chen Yiming didn't mind and smiled: "I came to visit the Snitch Swallow Six just because of my reputation... If it wasn't for my people, I'm afraid you would have escaped. To be honest, your skills are good, but unfortunately you didn't follow the right path .”

"Right way? What right way? Stop talking nonsense! Tell me, what do you want to do?" After Yan Ziliu finished speaking, he looked at Chen Yiming with contempt.

Chen Yiming was silent for a while, and said seriously: "I'm here today to discuss a serious matter with you, and it's also a major matter related to your fate..."

"My fate?" Yan Ziliu interrupted Chen Yiming impatiently, "Don't tell me those useless things here, what nonsense is there, just say it!"

Chen Yiming ignored Yan Ziliu's unreasonableness, and continued to say calmly: "I see that you have a good kung fu, and I want to protect you to come out and serve in the war of resistance."

Yanziliu asked: "Guaranteed me to come out...for what? Do you want me to be a spy for your military commander?"

Chen Yiming didn't answer him directly, and continued: "I know your mother died at the hands of the Japanese...so I came to you to kill the devil."

"Hmph!" Yan Ziliu gave Chen Yiming a disdainful look, "I know how to kill devils myself, so I don't need to work for you spies... Get lost!"

Chen Yiming ignored him and continued, "I'll give you two choices."

Yanzi Six: "Oh?... Let me tell you, what kind of bezoar and dog treasure do you have?"

Chen Yiming took out an amnesty decree in the same way as before: "This is your amnesty decree...the date is blank, and it will take effect after signing."

"Bah, I don't believe you have such filial piety!" Yan Ziliu spit on Chen Yiming's face after saying that.

Leng Feng was annoyed: "You..."

Seeing this, Leng Feng wanted to reach out his hand, but Chen Yiming stopped him: "Swallow six, I have a judgment order for immediate execution, as long as I sign it, it will take effect immediately..."

Unexpectedly, Yan Ziliu didn't give in, and laughed arrogantly: "Ha...you're so fucking stupid, are you scaring your grandson? Shoot me, 20 years later, I will be a good man again! Don't worry, I won't give it to you. The military command worked hard!"

The expression on Chen Yiming's face gradually became serious. He suddenly pulled out a sharp dagger, and slowly slid it against Yanziliu's face: "Yanziliu, this dagger belongs to the best among sharp knives, and it is the best in Germany. It was designed by the best sword engineer and hand-crafted with the best workers and materials. It cuts iron like mud and is extremely sharp-it was a souvenir given to my subordinate by his teacher when he was studying in the German sniper school. .”

As Chen Yiming said, he slid the dagger down Yanziliu's face, neck, chest... until it stopped on Yanziliu's trouser waist.

Chen Yiming said slowly: "I know you are not afraid of death, but there is a kind of pain called life is worse than death..."

As Chen Yiming picked up the dagger, Yanziliu's belt broke instantly, and Yanziliu's trousers fell down... Yanziliu was stunned immediately!
Yan Ziliu was startled and said, "You...what are you going to do?!"

Chen Yiming smiled: "Don't do anything... Before the Revolution of [-], it was still a feudal dynasty. At that time, there were eunuchs in the palace, that is, eunuchs—"

Before Chen Yiming finished speaking, beads of sweat oozed from Yanziliu's head: "You...don't be foolish!"

Chen Yiming ignored him and continued: "There are many people in history who have made great achievements because of being castrated, such as Sima Qian..."

Sweat dripped from Yanziliu's head immediately like rain: "You...you don't mess around? I... I violated the law of the country. You can't abuse lynching and run amok!"

"Hmph!" Chen Yiming sneered, "Don't forget, the army has always abused lynching and acted recklessly."

After Chen Yiming finished speaking, the dagger in his hand moved downward——

"No, no—you might as well kill me! Kill me!" Yanzi Liu yelled like killing a pig.

Chen Yiming didn't speak, but suddenly opened Yan Ziliu's underpants!
"Ah—don't cut it, don't cut it! Damn it, I'll do it! I'll do it! Quickly take the damn knife away, take it away for me—" Yanzi Liu yelled with all his strength.

Chen Yiming couldn't help laughing: "If you had agreed quickly, you wouldn't have to suffer this crime."

"Hmph!" Yanziliu glared at Chen Yiming angrily.

9
In the concentration camp, the morning sun filled the concentration camp.On the playground, a prisoner named "Scholar" was following the prisoners on the playground.

On the watchtower, Leng Feng put down his binoculars and looked at Chen Yiming: "Is that the man with glasses you are looking for?"

Chen Yiming said, "That's the scholar."

Leng Feng: "Looks like a frail scholar, not like a practicing family."

Chen Yiming looked at the scholar walking on the playground with great interest: "He graduated from the Civil Engineering Department of Tsinghua University, and later studied for a master's degree in the Department of Architecture of Imperial University of Japan. Before he was imprisoned, he worked as an engineer in the Ministry of Construction of the National Government."

Leng Feng looked at the scholar and couldn't help sneering: "It's really the same as his name, he's a scholar! Hey, what did you pick him for?"

Chen Yiming heaved a sigh of relief: "He knows both explosives and Japanese. Where can we find a talent who possesses both? Let's go, let's meet this scholar."

A few minutes later, in the interrogation room of the concentration camp, the scholar was brought in tremblingly.

Chen Yiming and Leng Feng were sitting at the pre-trial table, watching him intently.

Scholar: "Hi sir, number 8621 is here by order."

"Sit down." Chen Yiming waved his hand, and the scholar sat down carefully.

"Zheng Yuefeng." Chen Yiming said suddenly.

The scholar froze for a moment, but did not answer.

Chen Yiming looked at him seriously: "Isn't your name Zheng Yuefeng?"

The scholar stood up with a sudden realization: "Sir, No. 8621 deserves death! No. 8621 has been imprisoned for three years, and there is only one name, which is 8621...Please forgive me, sir."

Leng Feng looked at him with some contempt: "It's alright, alright, sit down...a worthless virtue!"

Chen Yiming looked at the scholar without speaking.

After a while, the scholar sat down carefully.

Chen Yiming said: "Scholar, don't be afraid, we came here to chat with you."

"Yes." The scholar agreed and wiped the sweat from his brow.

Chen Yiming continued: "Scholar, I read your information. You were originally a civil servant of the government and an excellent construction engineer. Why were you arrested?"

"Report. Because of the suspicion of the Communist Party, he has been secretly imprisoned by the chief of the Military Control Bureau." The scholar said, standing up again.

Leng Feng waved to the scholar: "Sit down, sit down... Are you suspected of being a Communist Party?"

The scholar replied: "Yes. My college classmate went astray, joined the Communist Party, and did underground work for the Communist Party. Because I was ignorant and didn't know his rebellious status, I got together with him. I thought it was an ordinary classmate reunion. Unexpectedly, it was already found out by the military commander. They rushed into the hotel to arrest them. The Communists tried to escape and were shot dead. I was caught and brought here by the military commander. It has been three years..."

After the scholar finished speaking, he cried aggrievedly.

Chen Yiming did not speak, and watched him calmly.

Leng Feng was a little impatient: "Okay, okay, don't cry, just a softie like you, I don't look like a communist... Look at you, don't you have the fight to fight?"

"Ah? War?" The scholar stood up in surprise after hearing this.

Chen Yiming waved to him: "Sit down... Let me ask you, are you proficient in Japanese?"

The scholar replied: "Oh, I once studied in Japan and know a thing or two about Japanese."

Chen Yiming: "Are you proficient in blasting technology?"

The scholar is a little modest: "It's not proficient, it's just because of my profession, I have some contact."

"If you say you are proficient, you are proficient. What are you talking about?!" Leng Feng replied impatiently.

The scholar hurriedly stood up: "Yes, number 8621 is reckless, reckless..."

Chen Yiming stood up slowly, walked over, and patted the scholar on the shoulder: "I know you have been wronged, we have no malicious intentions, you just need to answer our questions truthfully."

Chen Yiming paced a few steps as he spoke, and then stopped: "No. 8621, I checked your information carefully, and also contacted the officials in charge of your project, and they also agreed that you were unlucky—at the wrong time , wrong place, met wrong person.”

The scholar didn't answer, but was thinking.

Chen Yiming suddenly changed the subject: "However, you have been here for three years, so you should know the rules here."

"Yes." The scholar quickly stood up again.

Chen Yiming patted him on the shoulder again and told him to sit down: "I was imprisoned opposite you for four years..."

After hearing this, the scholar raised his head as if in surprise.

Chen Yiming looked at him and smiled: "Don't pretend you don't know each other, let's go out every day... we can all see each other."

An embarrassing smile appeared on the scholar's face: "Sir, you are imposing, 8621... I dare not think about it."

"Hehe..." Chen Yiming laughed again, "8621, you don't have to be polite, we are all fellow sufferers. Since we have all stayed here, we are all familiar with the rules. Xifeng Concentration Camp - only allowed in, not allowed out. There are many people who have been wronged, but there are very few people who go out. If there is no mercy from God, I am afraid that they will all die in concentration camps."

When the scholar listened, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

Chen Yiming walked over and patted him on the shoulder again: "I can give you a chance to go out."

The scholar was stunned for a moment, and immediately stood up: "Sir?!"

Chen Yiming turned his head and looked straight into the scholar's eyes: "Join my team and fight the Japanese!"

The scholar stared blankly at Chen Yiming, seemingly unable to react.

"Why, don't you dare?" Chen Yiming asked.

The scholar shook his head: "No, 8621 just doesn't understand, I don't have the strength to restrain a chicken, can I join the army?"

"It's not the army, it's the military command." Chen Yiming corrected him.

The scholar was even more stunned.

Chen Yiming pulled up a chair and simply sat down in front of the scholar: "Let me tell you this. I am a professional soldier, and I dislike the rampant behavior of the military command, but I have no chance to fight against Japan except for participating in the military command's secret service. The country is in trouble. Everyone is responsible, not to mention that I am a soldier trained by the party-state for many years."

The scholar listened attentively and pondered.

Chen Yiming continued: "I want to fight against Japan, but I have no choice; you want to go out, but you have no choice—tell me, do you want to do it, or not?"

The scholar suddenly trembled: "Sir, I..."

Chen Yiming interrupted the scholar: "I know you are a timid engineer, and you have never thought of joining the secret service in your life, so I will not force you... But, in order to pull up this team, I must force you You fuck with me!"

Scholar: "Sir, I...I..."

Chen Yiming: "Number 8621, you should understand that no matter who dies in this concentration camp, no one will intervene. You and I have both buried dead bodies that were shot, and they were all charged as suspected Communists before the court trial. Shot. If you don't seize this opportunity, there's no guarantee that one day—"

Before Chen Yiming finished speaking, the scholar suddenly stopped him: "Sir, did you build this team just to fight devils?"

Chen Yiming: "Yes, at least for now, I think so!"

"Then... I'll do it with you!" The scholar finally made up his mind.

10
At dusk, a jeep drove to a Japanese prisoner-of-war camp on the outskirts of Chongqing.

In the prisoner-of-war camp, dozens of Japanese prisoners of war wearing unmarked Japanese military uniforms were surrounded by barbed wire, and several of them were disabled.On the other side of the prisoner-of-war camp, there were nearly a hundred Japanese expatriates in colorful clothes, many of whom were women and children.

At this time, Fujiwara, a captured Japanese officer wearing a dilapidated flight suit, was sitting on the grass lazily playing the harmonica... The harmonica was played incoherently, but with an obvious sad tone.

Chen Yiming and Leng Fengjian stepped out of the jeep... The Kuomintang military police standing at the gate of the prisoner-of-war camp saw this, rushed up to salute and signaled to check the documents; Chen Yiming handed the documents to the military police.

Leng Feng looked inside and asked Chen Yiming in a low voice, "How many Japanese devils have been imprisoned here?"

Chen Yiming: "Official records show that 47 Japanese prisoners of war and 96 Japanese nationals were imprisoned here."

"Report sir, please!" The gendarme returned the papers to them and politely invited them in.

As Leng Feng walked in, he looked at the Japanese prisoners of war with hatred: "Damn it, I should use it as a living target!"

Chen Yiming smiled wryly: "It's okay to talk about it, but you can't do it if you really want to... According to the "Geneva Convention", the life and safety of prisoners of war who have laid down their weapons should be protected by the other party."

"Hmph, when Nanjing fell, the Japanese devils killed so many innocent people, why didn't they tell us about the "Geneva Convention"?!" Leng Feng still looked at the Japanese prisoners in front of him with hatred, and replied coldly.

Chen Yiming said in a low voice: "Because they are animals, we are not."

Talking, the two walked into the office of the prisoner-of-war camp... After a while, they came out accompanied by the management personnel of the prisoner-of-war camp. They went in the direction of Fujiwara Tsuyoshi who was playing the harmonica.

"Are you Fujiwara Go?" Chen Yiming said, standing in front of Fujiwara Go.

Fujiwara Tsuyoshi immediately stood up, he didn't dare to raise his head, but he spoke Chinese fluently: "Report sir, POW Fujiwara Tsuyoshi, lieutenant pilot of No.15 Fighter Wing, Japanese Army Air Corps, prisoner-of-war battalion No. 187."

"Come with me, I have something to tell you." After Chen Yiming finished speaking, he walked ahead.

Fujiwara followed behind tremblingly.

At this time, the Japanese prisoners of war around did not know what fate they would face Fujiwara Tsuyoshi, and at the same time worried that the tragic fate would befall them, so they all looked at Chen Yiming and Fujiwara Tsuyoshi with complicated emotions.

When Leng Feng saw it, he couldn't help cursing: "Damn it, what are you looking at? It's not honest to be arrested! No matter how dishonest, I will shoot you all with a machine gun!"

When Leng Feng scolded, those Japanese prisoners of war who turned their heads turned away in fright, and Leng Feng felt that his heart, which was squeezed by anger, was a little relieved.

At this moment, on the other side of the barbed wire, stood a thin Japanese old man, trembling all over, looking at Chen Yiming and Fujiwara Tsuyoshi worriedly.

Chen Yiming couldn't help asking Fujiwara Tsuyoshi: "Who is that woman?"

"My mother." Fujiwara just replied softly.

"Oh..." Chen Yiming responded, and took Fujiwara Gang into the office of the prisoner-of-war camp.

(End of this chapter)