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"Reporting to the commander! Reporting to the regimental commander! We've captured a female Japanese spy!"

The communications soldier rushed out of the street corner, panting, his helmet askew, his face covered in gunpowder and dust, his voice still brimming with barely suppressed excitement.

"A female spy?"

Li Yunlong paused for a moment, then waved his hand and said without thinking:

"A spy? What are we waiting for? Send it to Mr. Shen!"

The staff officer next to him hesitated for a moment, then cautiously leaned forward and whispered, "Commander, shouldn't we interrogate him first?"

"Interrogate what?" Li Yunlong glared at him, raising his voice slightly, "Don't you know how skilled Mr. Shen is at interrogating spies?"

Old Li swore he didn't have any strange ideas; he simply thought Mr. Shen was very good at dealing with spies.

The track record of clearing out southeastern Shanxi is there for all to see!

They dug it up completely, uprooting it completely.

What's even more bizarre is that Mr. Shen is not only good at arresting, but also at interrogating. In the end, he can even make the spies completely devoted to him. It's absolutely amazing!

The brigade commander stood to the side, pondered for a few seconds, and then nodded slightly.

Although he was also a special branch officer and knew how to interrogate people like the back of his hand, the city had just finished fighting, and there were prisoners, civilians, wounded, and supplies to deal with, so he simply couldn't spare any manpower.

Entrusting it to Mr. Shen is the most worry-free and reliable option.

"Just as Old Li said, hand it over to Mr. Shen."

"yes!"

The communications soldier snapped to attention, gave a crisp military salute, and dashed off in a flash.

A moment later, several soldiers escorted a woman over.

The woman was dressed in a magnificent kimono, the hem of which was slightly disheveled and the skirt was stained with mud, but this could not conceal her exquisite and alluring charm.

Her long, black hair was disheveled, with a few wet strands clinging to her cheeks and neck. Far from looking disheveled, it added a touch of languid yet dangerous allure.

Her slender wrists were tightly bound with thick hemp rope, leaving faint red marks, but there was no panic or pleading on her face. Instead, she always wore a faint, unfathomable smile.

It is Caotian in Kaohsiung City.

Li Yunlong glanced at her and clicked his tongue.

"This spy... he's quite good-looking... cough cough, well."

He quickly looked away and gazed elsewhere.

The brigade commander merely glanced at the woman, his eyes as cold as ice, without uttering a single word.

Kaoshi Kusada raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the faces of several Eighth Route Army officers before finally settling on the Japanese soldiers kneeling in the distance.

She saw Anda Twenty-Three on the roof of the car.

The lieutenant general division commander, who had just been full of vigor and ready to use civilians as human shields, was now lying on the roof of the vehicle like a dead dog, covered in blood and with bruises all over his face.

The corners of Kaoshi Kusada's mouth curled up slightly.

That smile was so faint, so fleeting, it was like an illusion; no one noticed it, and no one understood it.

……

The gunfire in the city finally stopped completely.

The streets were still filled with the smoke of battle, but the chilling clamor had faded away. Only the occasional groan and the soldiers' commands remained.

Pairs of eyes peeked out tentatively from alley entrances, behind doors, and through window cracks.

The people huddled inside their houses, their hearts pounding in their chests, peeking out furtively.

Everyone froze at that glance.

On the street, Japanese soldiers were kneeling all over the ground.

It was a dark mass, stretching from one end of the street to the other, with no end in sight.

Those beasts who were just committing evil and bullying people now hung their heads, raised their hands, and knelt on the cold ground.

"This...this is..."

An old man stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what he was seeing.

The Japanese soldiers knelt down?

The Japanese soldiers actually knelt down before them?

Are you kidding me!

Ever since the Japanese devils entered the city, it has always been the people who kneel before them, beg them, and kowtow to them. When have you ever seen Japanese devils kneel before Chinese people?

A young man next to him rubbed his eyes vigorously, over and over again, making sure he wasn't seeing things; his voice was trembling uncontrollably.

"It's really...it's true...the Japanese devils have knelt down!"

He couldn't tell if he was afraid, excited, or finally about to let out the grievances he had suppressed for so long.

At this moment, Zhao Gang walked to the center of the street, stood on the roof of a truck, took a deep breath, and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Fellow villagers!"

"We are the Eighth Route Army! The Eighth Route Army of the Southeast Shanxi Military Region!"

"The Japanese 37th Division has been completely annihilated! Division Commander Adachi Nijuzo, Regiment Commanders Yamamoto Ichiro and Watanabe Taro, and other high-ranking Japanese officers have all been captured alive!"

Zhao Gang's voice echoed through the streets.

The people listened, first stunned, then—

boom!

It's boiling!

"Eighth Route Army! It's the Eighth Route Army!"

"Our army has returned!"

"Good heavens! Is this for real?"

Those people who were close to the large truck immediately spotted Anda Twenty-Three lying on the roof of the truck.

"That one! That's the highest-ranking Japanese officer!"

"Adachi Twenty-Three! You beast!"

"That's him! I recognize him! I saw him the day he came to town!"

A middle-aged woman suddenly rushed out of the house, clutching a rotten egg in her hand, and threw it hard at Anda Twenty-Three.

Snapped--!

Rotten eggs exploded on Anda's face, smearing yolk and white all over his face.

"You beast! Give me back my manhood!"

She cried out and picked up another stone to throw at it.

Immediately afterwards, even more people rushed out.

"Kill him!"

"Kill these beasts!"

"Avenge my daughter!"

"My mother was raped to death by them!"

Rotten eggs, rotten vegetable leaves, stones, and tiles rained down on the bound Japanese officials.

Anda Twenty-Three was knocked off balance by the blows, his face covered in rotten eggs and vegetable leaves, looking utterly pathetic.

His face grew increasingly red.

From pale white, to reddish, to bright red, and finally to the color of liver.

shame!

What a shame!

A dignified lieutenant general and division commander of the Imperial Japanese Army was pelted with rotten eggs by a group of Chinese civilians!

Throw away rotten vegetable leaves!

He pointed his finger at his nose and cursed!

A metallic taste rose in his throat again.

This time it was more turbulent and more intense than the last.

puff--!

A mouthful of blood finally broke through the blockage and spurted out.

But the moment he spat it out, another rock hit his face, sending the blood and saliva flying back at him.

Anda Twenty-Three's vision went black, and he almost fainted.

He would rather faint right now.

But I just can't seem to pass out!

I don't know what those Eighth Route Army soldiers gave him, the drug was really strong!

The other regimental commanders weren't in much better shape. Yamamoto Ichiro had several bumps on his face, Watanabe Taro's nose was bleeding, and one staff officer had his glasses knocked off and was squinting as he took the hits.

But they didn't dare utter a sound, nor could they utter a single utterance.

We can only endure it.

We can only endure it.

This is retribution.

……

The brigade commander watched this scene with a slight smile on his lips.

He raised his wrist and glanced at the time.

almost.

If they keep smashing it, this old Japanese devil will really be so angry that he'll die from being smashed to death.

It would be too good for him to die like that.

"Alright."

The brigade commander waved his hand.

"Send all these high-ranking Japanese officers to Zhicheng by helicopter."

Previously, Shen Wang was attacked, and in order to prevent accidents from happening again, Zhicheng has a good surgeon.

These high-ranking Japanese officials still need to be rescued. At worst, they can swim again after they've recovered.

"By the way, send all the documents and items looted from headquarters over there as well, and see if we can crack any secrets."

"yes!"

The messenger saluted and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute!" the brigade commander called out to him again.

"Hmm... let's send that female spy over too..."