Bright Sword: Leading the Special Operations Squadron to Fight the Japs

Monk Wei's face darkened and he pushed Zhang Xuan's hand away.

"Captain Zhang, why are you stopping me?"

Zhang Xuan had a wicked smile on his face.

"Hehe, it would be useful to save his life!"

After Zhang Xuan finished speaking, he ordered the remaining soldiers to clean up the battlefield, and he took Ma Quan and the remaining dozen or so puppet soldiers to the outskirts of Shipo Township where they were stationed.

Monk Wei had no time to deal with Zhang Xuan, and he took the soldiers of the reconnaissance company to continue clearing out the puppet army troops that were robbing other villages.

For a time, sporadic gunshots were heard from villages large and small centered on Pingshun County. The reconnaissance company suffered almost no casualties and wiped out those folks who relied on their status as puppet soldiers to make a living.

At night, the reconnaissance company returned to Shipo Township and reported the results of the battle to Li Yunlong.

After a day's cleanup, they used their motorcycles to rush around, and actually killed most of Ma Quan's Pingshun Security Corps and wiped out about 700 to 800 puppet troops.

Li Yunlong was overjoyed when he heard this. He hated the traitors and puppet troops even more than the Japanese.

These heartless traitors bully ordinary people on a daily basis and are much more hateful than the Japanese devils.

"Hahaha, well done. You've become a bad boy now. Have you learned how to trick people?"

"Hey, Commander, I learned this from Captain Zhang and Instructor Lin. All is fair in war."

"Okay! The puppet army and the Japanese will definitely be on guard next time. If you go out to have a bite to eat again, be careful and don't fall for it!"

"okay!"

"By the way, where did Henry Zhang go?"

"I don't know."

Just when Monk Wei was at a loss, Zhang Xuan was interrogating Ma Quan and his gang of prisoners in a dilapidated temple on the outskirts of Shipo Township.

"Ma Quan, right? I think your name is Ma Quan! Have you ever done anything wrong? If you have done anything wrong, you will be shot!"

Ma Quan, who was squatting on the ground, was so scared that he fell to his knees and pulled Wei Saner's arm.

"Grandpa Balu, I became a traitor just to make some money. How dare I kill anyone? I don't even dare to watch a chicken being killed. If you don't believe me, ask him."

Wei Saner didn't even dare to raise his head and hurriedly shouted for his master.

"Grandpa Eighth Route Army, Captain Ma didn't tell a single lie. We were originally a pawnshop, but the money came too slowly, so we joined the security corps just to make some money. It's not worth killing our compatriots for money, right?"

The special forces behind Zhang Xuan sneered, saying that those who value money more than life are the most hateful. They can do anything for money.

"Captain, don't believe their lies. None of these traitors are good people. Just shoot them down."

The special forces' words frightened Ma Quan, Wei Saner and several other puppet soldiers so much that they turned pale as death and kowtowed continuously, raising a cloud of dust on the muddy ground of the dilapidated temple.

Henry Zhang fanned his nose in disdain.

"Alright, stop right there, don't embarrass me."

Zhang Xuan squatted down and approached Ma Quan, whose face was covered in dirt, with a sly smile on his face.

"Ma Quan, from what you said, you are not a soldier, but a businessman?"

Ma Quan nodded hurriedly and took off the dog skin on his body.

"Grandpa Balu, I am really just a businessman. I dare not do anything that is against the law of nature."

"Okay, since you're a businessman, I won't make things difficult for you. I'll let you go. Just remember not to do bad things in the future!"

When Ma Quan heard this, he was so shocked that he kowtowed to Zhang Xuan.

Seeing that there was still this way, Wei Saner and several other puppet soldiers expressed their opinions to Zhang Xuan. This room was full of businessmen, and not a single one of them was willing to carry a gun and fight.

When Zhang Xuan heard this, he burst into laughter.

"Okay, since they are all businessmen, let's release them all!"

These puppet soldiers were delighted at first, but then they looked down on Zhang Xuan. With this IQ, he was still an Eighth Route Army soldier?

Ma Quan and others stood up, brushed off the dirt on their bodies, and prepared to walk out of the ruined temple.

Zhang Xuan stopped them.

"Wait! Where are you going?"

Ma Quan's expression changed.

"Grandpa Eighth Route Army, didn't you just say you would let us go?"

"Yes, that's right. We are going to let you go. But we can't let this trip be in vain. We'll have to go through all this trouble for a whole day, and waste bullets and fuel. We can't let this trip be in vain, right?"

Ma Quan didn't understand. How about bringing a few puppet soldiers and kowtow to him a few more times?

Seeing Ma Quan preparing to bow his head again, Zhang Xuan immediately rolled his eyes at them, rubbing his thumb and index finger together in frustration.

"Boss Ma, since we are all businessmen, let's talk business. Money is a bit tight recently, so it's not too much to ask for some hard work fees, brothers?"

Ma Quan seemed to not believe his ears when he heard this. When did the Eighth Route Army start kidnapping? Forget it, forget it, it's better to lose money and avoid disaster!

"Of course. When I get back, I'll give you five hundred dollars."

Zhang Xuan was obviously not satisfied.

"Just five hundred dollars? It seems that Boss Ma still doesn't consider us as his own?"

Ma Quan gritted his teeth.

"One thousand! I'll sell everything I have to scrape together a thousand dollars, just to make friends with the Eighth Route Army!"

Zhang Xuan curled his lips and shook his head.

"Grandpa Balu, I really have no money. One thousand dollars is all I have! If I lie to you, I will give birth to a son without an asshole!"

Henry Zhang had no interest in whether his son would have an asshole, so he just shook his head.

"Boss Ma, if that's the case, don't blame me for using some tricks!"

Ma Quan had made up his mind that he would rather die than give up his wealth. Even if he had to be beaten, he would never give up all the possessions he had worked so hard for most of his life.

Even if it means gritting your teeth, you have to hold on!

Zhang Xuan waved his hand and ordered the special forces soldiers to separate and take away all the puppet troops.

"Think about it yourself, and write down for me the assets of everyone present. Those who can't write can tell us and we will write it down for you. If you write more for others and less for yourself, and there is a difference of one number, I will chop off one of his fingers!"

When Ma Quan heard Zhang Xuan's method, his legs went weak and he almost fell to his knees.

All the things he had looted in the past passed through the hands of these trusted men in front of him, especially Wei Saner.

In this situation, everyone is running away when disaster strikes. Can he still expect these people to keep his secrets?

Ma Quan never expected that he still underestimated the seemingly honest and simple Eighth Route Army commander in front of him.

Zhang Xuan looked at Ma Quan, who seemed to have lost all hope in life, and knew that the deal was almost done.

People are not rich without windfall, and horses are neither night nor fat.

Ma Quan had been a pawnshop owner for so many years, and had also been a puppet soldier for several years. How could he have extorted less money from the people?

Zhang Xuan is now beginning to imagine the scene of using a sack to carry money. When the time comes, he must buy dozens of roast chickens from the county town.

One for Li Yunlong and one for him.

One for Zhao Gang and one for him.

One for Wang Meng and one for him.

One for Lin Shubing and one for him.