Yuhang looked at the pink invitation and frowned, and said with a look on his face: "Come in and be busy with military affairs, lest you miss the appointment."
Xiong Jiangxin was slightly relieved to see that Song Yuhang was willing to accept the invitation, but when he heard that Song Yuhang did not promise to go to the banquet, he hurriedly said: "It's all some cast and crew, and it's also the practice of the labor army, the convention."
"Oh, since it's a convention, it's not easy for me to break it, hehe" After getting Song Yuhang's nod and approval, the adjutant on the side, Senior Wei A, put away the invitation.
Looking at the figure of Xiong Jiangxin's departure, Song Yuhang finally felt that this Xiong Jiangxin's heart was not simple, he was able to work hard to go to India, and there were so many famous actors and red singers who were mobilized, even Chairman Jiang had to personally ask about it After returning to the headquarters, Song Yuhang first came to the back building where the secret telecommunications department was located, and along the way, Song Yuhang found that the entire headquarters was heavily guarded, not only all of them were added with double posts, but also dark sentry and mobile sentry and patrol teams were arranged.
Song Yuhang saw a tired Suna in his arms, and said very painfully: "How many times have you said it, you must pay attention to your body, your body is burned, what are you talking about in the future?"
Su, who had a slightly gray face, smiled reluctantly and said, "You yourself are not as big as a country that stays up day and night, as if you Song Yuhang is fighting against Japan alone." ” Song Yuhang put Su's head on his chest and said slowly: "If there is no disastrous war of foreign invasion, the class contradictions in the country will also develop to the point of inextricability, war is the best solution, it can destroy the inherent beneficiary class, from another point of view, war can purify and purify the world we live in, destroy everything that is unreasonable, although the cost of rebuilding is huge, but it can be done once and for all, the Chinese nation can not be silent, We must not lose the opportunity to ride a car like the Second World War. ” Suna fought in Song Yuhang's arms, raised her head and stared into Song Yuhang's eyes and said softly: "But that will cost countless blood and lives, and even you may die on the battlefield, since ancient times, it will be a success, you are looking at the famous generals who have killed gods since ancient times, and how many can get a good end, you don't fight so hard, the Japanese will be defeated by the Americans sooner or later The Soviet Union and Germany have entered a stalemate on the Eastern Front, once the Soviet army carries out a counteroffensive, after the attrition of several major battles, the retreat of the Germans is inevitable, At that time, it is not impossible for the Soviet army to send troops to the northeast to sweep the Japanese Kwantung Army."
Song Hang looked at Suna in surprise.
What shocked him was Sunadi's assumptions and thoughts.
There will be no pie in the sky.
There is no such thing as a free lunch.
In the world war.
How much blood you pay is destined for how much you will gain, and it is not something that can be replaced by dirty political means and so-called tricks.
Song Yuhang knew how terrible Su Di's thoughts were.
The most critical question is how many people in the country still hold this unrealistic idea decades ago.
China, the victorious power in World War II, lost Mongolia.
Having lost all the rights and interests of the land they deserve, as for the 21st century, there are still small countries in Southeast Asia that are bold and reckless, and continue to infringe on the national interests of South China and Haiti and China.
And all this is what Song Yuhang wants to do his best to stop.
Song Yuhang gently stroked Suna's hair and said, "The Russians have no faith and this move is tantamount to luring a wolf into the house.
Everything we have lost is land that we have lost in all wars.
So it's doomed that we can only retake them in war."
Suna knew that she couldn't convince Song Yuhang, who was sharp.
I had no choice but to say: "We have seized two of the three points."
A total of thirty-nine Indians were captured.
In the other two, the Japanese intelligence office is organizing an interrogation. ” Song Yuhang nodded and said, "Let's go and have a look."
The so-called underground torture chamber was only temporarily converted into a basement.
The only torture tools were leather whips, branding, and tiger chairs, and in a row of small rooms in the basement, the crackling sound of leather whips could be heard from time to time, mixed with screams.
And the two Japanese spies who tanned themselves as if they were Indians were even more die-hard, and the skin and flesh on their bodies were broken and they didn't make a sound Song Yuhang frowned and said to Sun Qiang, the head of the first intelligence section in charge of torture: "This is not good, these people have to be given strong medicine, and the key is to break their spiritual defense." ” "Gather all the people, including the two Japanese, into the big room and come in person" Facing the order issued by the commander, Sun Qiang did not dare to hesitate for a moment, and hurriedly trotted to convey the order.
Soon, the forty-one arrested suspects were grouped into the basement hall, where a large charcoal basin was placed in the center of the hall, which was more like a barbecue than a brazier with a soldering iron.
Each suspect was tied to a chair, and the two gendarmes behind him held him down, and Song Yuhang, who was smiling, walked into the room, looked around for a week, took off his white gloves, and then took off his military uniform, and the guards on the side changed Song Yuhang into a white gauze short sleeve that seemed to be very cool.
Song Yuhang took the trouble to ask each Indian one by one if he could speak Chinese and English, and most of the arrested Indians shook their heads to say that they did not understand, and in the face of those Indians who seemed to have a lot of chatter with a donkey in their mouths, Song Yuhang smiled and waved his hand.
Wea Yamato Shi took out a 1911BB semi-automatic pistol, pulled the sliding sleeve with a click, and put it on the head of an Indian who said he could not speak Chinese or English Almost all the Indians were taken aback, and one of the two Japanese also changed his face slightly, all of which could not escape Song Yuhang's fierce gaze.
With the continuous bang, bang, bang gunshots, due to the Sam bullets used by Wei Ah Da and others, one after another Indians were beaten to the brains, and among the people present, Suna had already dodged out of the door when the first shot rang out, and Sun Qiang, who was pale, stood in place with a burst of upswelling and vomiting.
"Help, I can speak English, I can speak English" While Wea was changing magazines, an Indian struggled desperately in his chair, tears and snot flowing, and a stream of yellow liquid flowing down his trouser legs Song Yuhang frowned and said, "Cheap" Immediately, Song Yuhang came to the Indian unkindly and said softly in English: "Why bother to say how good it is to deceive people in the morning, it's not a good habit."
Song Yuhang patted the Indian's cheek, brushed a flash of white light, and the Indian jumped desperately with a chair as if stepping on an electric door, until he fell to the ground crookedly, and with the blood spraying on the Indian's nose, people found that Song Yuhang actually cut off the Indian's nose with a teacup.
Song Yuhang turned around and said angrily: "I hate that someone tricked me into pulling this damn liar down to feed the dog, I want him not to die before being eaten by the dog, and watch himself being eaten by the dog."
The atmosphere in the basement seemed to have dropped to freezing, and everyone, including the military police, did not dare to speak out, Song Yuhang drank all the tea in the teacup very leisurely, touched his stomach and made a hungry expression, a guard immediately turned around and went out, as soon as the door opened, the smell of blood and the smell of stench in the basement suddenly flowed, and several pale gendarmes ran into the corridor with their mouths covered and vomited loudly.
Sun Qiang, who was holding back, couldn't suppress it anymore, and ran out of the room and vomited.
Song Yuhang waved his hand and Sun Qiang, who vomited back, said in English: "Take these honest Indians down, give each Indian five taels of gold, explain clearly and go home, I like honest people, if you dare to be dishonest, just pull them out and feed the dogs."
Song Yuhang's words were addressed to the Indians, the Indians listened to it can be described as frightened, even if the British ruled or killed the whites, they were just hanged, even if the murderous Japan had more tricks, in the end they were generally shot or beheaded, and they had received certain training before, but they did not expect that the Chinese had the habit of pulling people to feed the dog at every turn hanging, shooting, and beheading the soul can be saved, but feeding the dog is probably never beyond life, Not being able to reincarnate is a big deal for most Buddhists.
After the Indians were escorted away, Song Yuhang waved his hand to signal the gendarmes not to clean up the miserable corpses, Song Yuhang opened a box sent by the guards with a cruel smile, and suddenly a smell of spices wafted out, and people who often eat barbecue know that these are the seasonings often used in barbecue.
Song Yuhang looked at the two Japanese with different expressions with a very critical gaze, and in order to infiltrate the reconnaissance, he disguised himself as an Indian Ahsan, and concealed many inspection lines, Song Yuhang was sure that these two Japanese spy personnel must have a lot of background, and they must have a lot of important information.
Thinking of this, Song Yuhang motioned to the guards to strangle the Japanese who had behaved extremely tough before with a rope, and then took a sharp knife and repeatedly slashed over the Japanese body, looking at the blood beads on the tip of the knife Song Yuhang smiled, and the Japanese closed his eyes in despair.
With a scream, the Japanese opened his eyes in panic, only to find that it was his companion who had been cut off a large strip of flesh on his thigh.
Song Yuhang skewered the meat strips on the iron bars, smeared with oil, sprinkled with seasonings, with the sound of barbecue, a strange fragrance wafted in the air, Wei Ada, who was on the side, came over without waiting for Song Yuhang to greet him, took a knife and cut off another piece of meat on the Japanese leg, and roasted it himself.
Several guards who walked through the Savage Mountain together also joined the barbecue, and the red-eyed Japanese were screaming and wailing one after another, and Song Yuhang walked up to him with a meat skewer and asked, "What's it called?"
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The Japanese, whose thigh was almost cut off, struggled and said in a weak voice: "Hashimoto Inoshita, the fourth Japanese intelligence machine, belonging to the Indian Dispatch Army, was ordered to come to collect the dynamics of the China Expeditionary Force" Suddenly, Hashimoto, who had lost a lot of blood, shouted in Chinese, "Please, give me a good one."
"Hashimoto, you coward, I Yoshida will definitely not let you go" Another Japanese who has always been tough accidentally brought out his name when he cursed Hashimoto Underground loudly, Song Yuhang smiled slightly, threw the meat skewer in his hand to Sun Qiang, who had been petrified, and said: "The rest will be handed over to you" To be continued, :