When we met again, Zhao Ziming's appearance had changed drastically.
He had long hair, a black leather jacket, breeches and leather boots, and two guns on his waist.
He looked majestic.
There were more than a dozen brothers gathered around him, and he was still fighting against the 13th Anti-Japanese and National Salvation Army.
Lu's banner was active in the suburbs of Nantai County, specializing in killing traitors and lackeys, robbing the rich and giving to the poor.
"Ziming, go back.
The organization has decided to reinstate your position and consider your application to join the party."
Ye Xuefeng said sincerely.
"A good man never turns back, and a good horse never turns back."
Zhao Ziming said.
"You have to think about Ye Wei.
The child is about to be born and it won't be okay if you are not around."
Ye Xuefeng said.
"I can't help it.
Old men can't spend their whole lives guarding their wives.
I have business matters."
Zhao Ziming refused unceremoniously.
There was a shout from outside: "Commander, we are here."
A hooded guy was led in, and when he took off his hood, he was a fat old man with gray hair, wearing silk clothes, and his expression was calm.
"You are Chen Jiashang, the rich man from Chenguanzhuang?"
Zhao Ziming looked at him and asked coldly.
"It's the old man, who are you and why did you tie me up?"
The old man's expression did not change.
"I am Zhao Ziming.
I sent someone to your house to borrow a gun the day before yesterday.
Instead of giving it back, you injured my brother.
Do you know that this is a traitor?
Now that it is in my hands, what else do you have to say."
Zhao Ziming road.
The old man was very stubborn: "Kill me if you dare, but I'm afraid you don't have the courage.
Zhao Ziming waved his hand, and his men escorted the old man out, kicked him in the crook of his knee, and made him kneel beside a ditch outside the door.
"Shuan Zhu, you execute it."
Zhao Ziming gave the order casually.
Shuan Zhu pulled out the cannon from the box and rubbed it on his belt to load it.
He walked behind the old man and raised his hand and fired.
The man immediately fell into the ditch.
Shuan Zhu blew the gun smoke from the muzzle, turned around and said: "Uncle , execution completed.”
Ye Xuefeng was shocked.
This killing was too random.
He sincerely advised: "Ziming, you are destroying our party's united front policy.
Didn't I tell you these principles when you were in the Eighth Route Army?
You must unite."
Use all your strength to resist Japan.
If you kill people like this, you will end up harming yourself sooner or later."
Zhao Ziming said: "I haven't studied much, so don't give me the truth.
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I only know one thing.
Anyone who doesn't support the anti-Japanese war is a traitor and should be killed.
It's hard for you to come here.
Let's not talk about those unhappy people.
Come, prepare."
Food and drinks” In order to persuade Zhao Ziming to return to the team, Ye Xuefeng stayed for a drink.
The food and wine were brought from the town's tavern.
Eight were cold and eight were hot.
The wine was of the best quality and fragrant from the bottle.
Zhao Ziming said: "It's from the shopkeeper, how much does it cost?"
"Commander Zhao is here, the total is five hundred thousand yuan."
The shopkeeper said with a smile.
"Shuan Zhu, give me the money."
Zhao Ziming was unambiguous.
Shuan Zhu took a stack of poorly printed banknotes and handed them over.
The restaurant owner actually accepted them, nodded and bowed: "Thank you, Commander Zhao."
The Kuomintang-controlled areas use legal currency, and the Japanese-occupied areas use reserve certificates.
The situation in Jiangbei is more complicated.
There are also Jiangbei votes issued by the Communist Party base areas and Guandi votes issued by Chen Zikun's department, but they are all currencies issued based on force and economy.
Zhao Ziming Only a dozen people dare to issue banknotes, which is quite bold.
Ye Xuefeng asked Zhao Ziming for a note and looked carefully.
The quality of this kind of banknote was extremely poor.
It was actually printed on straw paper.
The pattern was clumsy.
It showed a man riding a tiger, with the words "10,000 Yuan" next to it, and Zhao Ziming's "Commander's Day" stamped on the back.
The stamp, along with the banknote number, appears to be handwritten.
"This is called riding a tiger ticket.
I'm not a tiger, so I just made a picture like this.
How about it?
It's majestic."
Zhao Ziming said.
Ye Xuefeng said: "You are the one who is riding the tiger on this note.
Can this money be used?"
"This money is very useful.
No one in Nantai would dare not accept it."
Cheng Shuanzhu said proudly.
Ye Xuefeng shook his head with a wry smile.
He knew that Zhao Ziming and the Eighth Route Army were going further and further away, and he was afraid that they would not be able to pull them back, but he still did not want to give up his last hope.
"Ziming, come back with me, the army needs you."
Zhao Ziming waved his hand: "No, the management of the team is strict.
Even if I kill a Japanese, there will be people making irresponsible remarks.
My temperament is not suitable for following others, so I have to be the commander myself.
Don't worry, I will never go against you.
After defeating the Japanese, I will take my wife and children back to Peiping, buy a courtyard house, and live a peaceful life.”
"Well, I won't force you."
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Ye Xuefeng picked up the wine bowl.
"Dry" "Qian" Zhao Ziming also picked up the sea bowl.
A few days later, Zhao Ziming received an invitation.
Someone in Majiazhuang was marrying a wife, and he was invited to come over to hold court.
This kind of thing was very common.
He went happily and got very drunk.
Someone suggested taking a bath in the city.
Ask him if he dares to go.
"I'll go to the county town, there's nothing I dare not go to."
Zhao Ziming said disdainfully.
"Forget it, the city has been tightened with investigations recently.
The Japanese military police are not vegetarians.
Commander Zhao has a bounty of 50,000 ocean miles on your head, so we'd better not go."
Someone advised.
Zhao Ziming was originally a person who did not believe in evil, but he became even more daring when he got drunk: "What the hell are Japanese military police?
In my eyes, they are just hanging hair.
Go ahead, shave your head and take a shower without pulling any hair."
A group of people went into the city like this.
They first found a barber shop and sat down.
The old master helped them loosen their bones and knock their backs.
The ancestral craftsmanship was not just a matter of repair.
After knocking and knocking, Zhao Ziming snored comfortably and fell asleep.
On fire.
When everyone saw this, they quietly got up and left.
The barber tied Zhao Ziming's hair to a chair and also went out.
"Wake up, wake up."
Zhao Ziming was woken up from his daze.
In front of him was a ferocious face.
On his woolen hat was a Japanese All the drunkenness disappeared in an instant.
Zhao Ziming reached out to touch the gun.
Both arms were tied and he couldn't even move his head.
He had long hair and was tied to a heavy shaving chair.
Seeing him waking up, the Japanese smiled sadly: "Commander Zhao, I am Hashimoto Takayoshi, captain of the Japanese military police.
I have admired your name for a long time.
When I saw you today, it is indeed well-deserved."
Zhao Ziming sneered, exerted his strength with both hands, broke the hemp rope, and punched Hashimoto Takayoshi in the face, which made his face stained.
He stood up with the chair on his back and jumped out of the window.
The chair was extremely heavy, no matter how good the kung fu man was.
He couldn't run even with a chair on his back.
The Japanese were afraid of his martial arts and had been prepared for it.
As soon as he jumped out, he was faced with a lime bag, and he couldn't see anything immediately.
Zhao Ziming roared loudly, swung the chair and smashed it, tearing off a piece of scalp.
The chair hit a detective team agent, but more people came up and beat him with wooden sticks.
Zhao Ziming grabbed a wooden stick and started messing around with his eyes closed.
He swung and knocked over several people.
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He was helpless and unable to see.
He received dozens of blows on his back and head and fell down due to lack of strength.
When he woke up again, he was already in the military police cell.
His hands and feet were tied with fine steel shackles.
Captain Hashimoto interrogated him personally: "Commander Zhao, I admire your bravery.
If you hand over the Eighth Route Army's intelligence, I will not only let you go, but also I also recommend you to be the commander of the security army in Nantai, what do you think?"
"Little devil, you can dream, even if I die, I won't be considered a traitor."
Zhao Ziming's eyes widened with anger and he kept cursing.
Hashimoto Takayoshi nodded and said: "He is indeed a hero, okay, I will help you."
The news of Zhao Ziming's arrest spread quickly, and heroes from all walks of life in Jiangbei were shocked.
Whether it was the Eighth Route Army or the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Army, they responded quickly and mobilized troops to prepare for a prison robbery.
After hearing about it, the Japanese garrison in Beitai ordered Hashimoto Takayoshi to execute him as soon as possible.
To avoid future trouble.
On the day of the execution, the Japanese dispatched a squadron to guard the scene, and a brigade of troops was ambushed outside the city to prevent anyone from robbing the execution site.
Zhao Ziming was escorted to the county stage, tied up, and still majestic.
The early winter wind was biting, and the people watching in the audience were silent.
There were Japanese and puppet troops all around, machine guns on the roof, and big wolf dogs spitting out their blood-red tongues, staring eagerly.
"Commander Zhao, sing one."
I don't know who was making the noise below.
Zhao Ziming coughed dryly and began to sing: "Changbanpo, Zhao Zilong, kill all Cao's soldiers and escape."
The audience cheered.
"I have a scar as big as a bowl on my head, but I will be a good man again after eighteen years."
Zhao Ziming looked up to the sky and roared with great pride.
Zhuan Zhu in the crowd in the audience had already burst into tears.
After Zhao Ziming was arrested, the brothers dispersed and went to the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Army and the Eighth Route Army.
They all said nice things but stopped when they meant it.
Today we are here to rob the law.
He was the only one present.
Zhao Ziming continued to shout: "Dad, I am worthy of the ancestors of our Zhao family and have not embarrassed you.
We will get together in a while and we will be father and son in the next life."
There was another burst of applause from the audience.
Zhao Ziming's reputation has spread far and wide.
Today, when he saw the real person, he turned out to be a tough guy.
Zhao Ziming then shouted: "Sister Xiao Wei, I can't help you.
If you follow me, you will have a happy life in a few days.
After I die, you should find a good family to marry."
"Son, daddy can't help you.
He left before you were born.
There is no way.
Dad can't be a coward."
The cheers from the audience became sparse, and some people were already in tears.
Tears welled up in Zhao Ziming's eyes that were blinded by lime: "Shuan Zhu, don't do stupid things.
My uncle is no longer useful.
Don't bend you in."
Although he couldn't see clearly, he could feel that Shuan Zhu was The pillar is under the stage.
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Cheng Shuanzhu in the crowd held back tears and remained silent.
Hashimoto Takayoshi's steel-like face showed a hint of admiration.
He took off his woolen uniform and wore only a white shirt.
He walked up to the stage with a saber and read out Zhao Ziming's charges.
The translator read them over hastily.
It is a crime such as undermining the common prosperity of Greater East Asia.
"Commander Zhao, I admire your bravery, so I will let you die with dignity.
Most people will shoot you.
I will take special care of you.
I will behead you according to the standards of a samurai.
I will carry out the execution myself.
My sword is very fast.
Don't worry. ” Hashimoto Takayoshi spoke Chinese very well.
Zhao Ziming nodded: "Okay, thank you."
Hashimoto slowly pulled out the saber, and the translator brought a bowl of wine.
He poured it down along the blade and cleaned the blade.
Zhao Ziming shouted: "Good wine, good knife."
"Commander Zhao, please kneel down."
Hashimoto Takayoshi said.
"That won't work.
I can't die on my knees."
Zhao Ziming shook his head.
"If you don't kneel down, I won't be able to kill you."
"Oh, then let me sit down."
Zhao Ziming sat down cross-legged and shouted angrily: "Young and old men, you have all seen clearly that we will meet again in eighteen years."
Hashimoto Takayoshi was a master of swordsmanship.
He swung the sword with both hands and twisted his body.
The sword flashed and Zhao Ziming's big head flew far away, and the blood from his cavity spurted out more than ten feet high.
"What a fast knife, so happy," the beheaded head still shouted to himself.
In the Eighth Route Army Health Team, Ye Wei was taking the temperature of the wounded when suddenly a sharp pain hit her.
Everyone hurriedly helped her into the operating room and found Bai Ling.
They found out that the amniotic water had broken and the baby was going to be born prematurely.
They were busy for two hours. , the baby was finally born, a healthy boy.
Ye Wei was lying on the bed, her face full of happiness.
She teased the baby and said to Bai Ling: "Sister Bai, it's my son.
Ziming must be very happy to know that.
I don't know where this damn ghost is.
Political Commissar Ye sent someone to find him."
Is it done?”
Bai Ling turned her face away, tears bursting from her eyes, and whispered: "We have sent people to look for her."
Today is the day of Zhao Ziming's execution, and everyone hides it from Ye Wei and dare not let her know
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