Bright Sword: I took Li Yunlong to work in military industry

The next day, early in the morning.

Just as the sky was getting light, an old man in his sixties who collected dung came to the wooden stake at the entrance of Zhaojiay Village and kept hanging around the stake.

The monk was observing secretly from a distance and knew that this guy must be Zhu Ziming's subordinate.

Because the threshing ground around the woodpile has always been clean, where would the cow dung come from for him to pick up?

After observing that there was no danger around, the old man squatted down and started to dig at the wooden stake while tidying up the dung basket.

Seeing this situation, we can conclude that this old man must be a traitor.

The monk couldn't bear it any longer, so he tore off his disguise and rushed out like a leopard.

He kicked the old man on the shoulder on the spot, kicking the old guy two or three meters away.

Moreover, when the old man was kicked, a cracking sound was heard, and it was obvious that the old man's bones had been broken.

It was not until this time that the other two soldiers who had been ambushing with the monk reacted. They hurriedly took off their camouflage, ran out and held down the old man who was picking up dung.

"Monk, you are too cruel. What if you kick the old man to death?" A soldier following the monk complained.

If they get kicked to death and nothing can be found out later, the regiment commander and the political commissar will criticize them.

The monk scratched his head and said sheepishly, "I'm really sorry. I couldn't suppress my anger when I saw the traitor.

But don't worry, I kicked this guy in the shoulder and arm, it won't kill him."

The two soldiers restrained the old man, his left shoulder drooped and his arm twisted at a very unnatural angle, obviously broken.

......

When Zhu Ziming was washing and preparing for morning exercises as usual, he was surrounded by several soldiers. He realized that what he had done had been exposed.

Zhu Ziming was brought to the regiment headquarters, where his trial began in the presence of the three core members of the independent regiment and several battalion-level cadres.

"Zhu Ziming, this old man who picked up manure has confessed that he is an insider planted by the Japanese in our base, a traitor who used the cover of picking up manure to pass on information."

Zhao Gang directly pointed out the old man's identity.

Zhu Ziming looked at the old man who was picking up dung with lifeless eyes. In fact, he had never seen this person before. He just put the information in the designated location as agreed and considered it as completing the task.

Zhu Ziming nodded woodenly.

"Zhu Ziming, our comrades who were following you saw you put this note in the stake yesterday. Do you have anything to say?"

Zhao Gang raised the piece of paper in his hand, and it was written in Zhu Ziming's handwriting.

Zhu Ziming looked at the note, his eyes were completely lifeless. Faced with the mountain of irrefutable evidence, he knew that it would be useless for him to deny it.

"I became a traitor."

Zhu Ziming uttered a few words with trembling lips.

"Commissar, I don't want to do this either. I have endured so many tortures, but the devil wants to torture me to death.

They wanted to cut off all the flesh from my body piece by piece.

The Japs want to cut me into pieces.

I just can’t stand it.”

At this point, Zhu Ziming was already in tears and almost collapsed into a puddle of mud.

Yu Ye looked coldly at the traitor in front of him, without any ripples in his heart at what Zhu Ziming described.

War is not a dinner party; there is no warmth at all.

Since you have stepped onto the battlefield, you must be prepared to die at any time. Even Yu Ye must be prepared to die at any time.

"Tell me, what secrets of our independent regiment did you reveal under the torture of the Japs?" Zhao Gang asked coldly.

After breaking through Zhu Ziming's defenses, he must have asked questions that were enough to control Zhu Ziming, and it was definitely not just a simple letter of repentance or confession.

Zhu Ziming hesitated for a moment, glanced in the direction of Yu Ye and said, "I said that our independent regiment bombed the Yangmingbao Airport because we have new artillery."

All the officers present looked at Zhu Ziming with colder eyes, and there was a hint of murderous intent in their eyes.

"I also told the Japanese that our independent regiment's firearms are automatic rifles with a long range and high accuracy. I also told the Japanese some parameters of the Type 56 submachine gun."

Everyone present looked at Zhu Ziming and had only one thought in their mind: this guy is destined to die.

“I also told them…”

Zhu Ziming was obviously very hesitant when he said this, and he also knew that what he was about to say would be a huge disaster.

"Say!"

Li Yunlong looked at this spineless man, unable to conceal his inner anger at all, and immediately shouted loudly.

"I also said that the independent regiment's firepower equipment has improved so quickly recently because of a military expert named Yu Ye."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the room stared at Zhu Ziming, and the murderous intent had almost solidified into reality.

Everyone present wanted to tear this guy to pieces.

Yu Ye is a very important military expert for the Independent Regiment and even the entire Eighth Route Army. Yu Ye's presence means the deployment of countless new types of firepower in the future.

Zhang Dabiao was so angry that he threw his hat on the ground and said, "Captain, Political Commissar, Minister, let me kill this guy with my own hands.

This guy is really a disaster!"

Second Battalion Commander Shen Quan and Third Battalion Commander Wang Huaibao were also extremely angry, and almost all of them were trembling as they pulled out their guns.

Li Yunlong himself was so angry that his face turned pale, and he was so angry that his liver hurt, but he still resisted the urge to kill Zhu Ziming with his own hands.

Li Yunlong looked towards Yu Ye and said, "Old Yu, what do you think we should do about this?"

Yu Ye said nothing, but stood up and walked to Zhu Ziming, who had collapsed into a puddle of mud, and stared into his eyes and said, "If I were you, I would not be a prisoner, because I know I can't stand these tortures, I would just end it.

Do you know how many lives we have to sacrifice in order to keep you alive?

Now that the Japs are on guard, it won’t be so easy to kill them. They will retaliate against more innocent civilians, and all these blood debts will be counted on your head!

In the future, at least in Jin, at least in the territory of our independent regiment, every time a civilian dies, a blood debt will be owed to you."

Facing the pressure of karma, Zhu Ziming's psychological defenses collapsed again. He could not bear the blood debt of countless people.

Yu Ye grabbed Zhu Ziming's hair, pulled his scalp and lifted his head up, stared at Zhu Ziming and said, "You told the devils my information, but what about the location of the Liaoyuan Arsenal? Did you tell the devils?"

"No!" Zhu Ziming said tremblingly.

"Really not?" Yu Ye's eyes were cold.

"Really not! Minister Yu, I only know that your arsenal is in the mountains, but where in the mountains is, you have kept it a secret before, and I really don't know the exact location."

Zhu Ziming said this in a trembling voice, which did not sound fake.

"Okay, then let me ask you, do you admit to the crime of treason and leaking the secrets of my independent regiment?" Yu Ye's voice was emotionless.

"I admit it, I admit it."

"Old Li, Old Zhao, and all the battalion commanders, according to our military discipline, should this situation be executed?"

Yu Ye didn't turn around, just stared at Zhu Ziming's pale face and asked.

"Yes!"

There was a sound of gnashing teeth in the room.

"Well, Zhu Ziming, then you can die."

Yu Ye pulled out a box gun from his waist, put it against Zhu Ziming's forehead, and pulled the trigger decisively.

Blood splattered all over Yu Ye's hands, and a few drops of blood fell on Yu Ye's face.

Yu Ye turned his head, and everyone looked at Yu Ye with blood all over his hands and face, and their hearts suddenly skipped a beat.

Elegance and cruelty converge in the young man in front of me, and for a moment I couldn't tell whether he was a Buddha or a devil.

Everyone present was a ruthless person who had killed countless people, but it was still shocking to see Yu Ye, a well-mannered scholar, killing someone with his own hands.

This scholar is indeed cruel.

Yu Ye said slowly: "Comrades, in the future our Liaoyuan Arsenal and the Independent Regiment will face more brutal devils, and more core secrets will be generated. I hope that everyone and your comrades can keep their bottom line as Chinese.

I may not be able to endure the torture of the devils. If that really comes to the point, I hope you can give me a quick death.”

Everyone was shocked. This scholar was not only cruel to the Japanese, but also to himself.