Anti-Japanese War, weapons designer at Fengtian Arsenal

Several reporters were led to the high ground and were not allowed to get off the car, mainly because they were afraid that they would take photos and expose the firepower configuration of the position.

After that they were not allowed to get off the bus for a long time, which made them complain and feel they were being fooled.

The main reason was that Li Qinwu had very high requirements for the commander of the Punishment Army and had been carefully crafting his clone, so they had to wait a little long.

Li Jianfeng realized that it was not a good idea to keep these people in the car, so he drove the reporters to the forest where Xu Jinglong's troops were annihilated.

The reporters opened their mouths wide when they saw a large number of corpses spread out along the mainland, some of which were scattered on the ridges of fields and in the forests.

Li Jianfeng stood on a pile of corpses, looking down from above, and proudly shouted to the reporters: "My Punishment Army set up an encirclement here in advance, and forced these traitors who betrayed the nation to be strangled here. In this battle, my Punishment Army suffered no casualties and wiped out 3000 enemies!"

The heavy reporters exclaimed in amazement and took pictures with their cameras. Li Jianfeng enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention. He stood on the pile of corpses with his chest puffed out. With one hand he held the Maxim Tokarev light machine gun weighing about 20 kilograms and fully loaded with bullets, while his left hand was on his waist with a cocky smile on his face.

"Oh! Mighty! This officer is truly mighty!"

Several Chinese reporters had stars in their eyes. Li Jianfeng was tall, and he looked so majestic standing on the pile of corpses with a machine gun in hand. They kept pressing the shutter button, looking for a better composition. At this moment, they even thought of the headline for the newspaper, "The soldiers of the Punishment Army trampled the traitors hard under their feet!!".

However, a few reporters felt it was a pity that the bodies being stepped on were naked. It was obvious that they had been stripped clean by the Punishment Army, which was not very elegant. Therefore, some people began to use this point to attack the Punishment Army.

A French female reporter frowned and accused in awkward Chinese: "Major (Li Jianfeng holds the rank of major), why do you, the Punitive Forces, strip the enemy of their clothes? They are lying here naked, don't you think this is too cruel?

After all, they are human beings. Even if they are enemies, everything will end if they die. Why can't we carry forward the humanitarian spirit and let them keep their clothes?"

Li Jianfeng was stunned. Looking at the compassionate expression on the female reporter's face, he knew that she had met the Virgin Mary.

He jumped off the pile of corpses, threw the heavy machine gun behind him, stared at the French female reporter and said, "Oh, ma'am, when you said this, I seemed to see a halo appear above your head, white wings growing behind you, and holy lotus flowers appearing under your feet. You seemed to have turned into the Virgin Mary!"

The French female reporter thought Li Jianfeng was praising her and put on a smile on her face, but then Li Jianfeng changed the subject.

"You care so much about the dead, so you should care more about the living, right? After all, these traitors are dead and can't feel anything, but the living still have to feel the harm the world has done to them.

At this moment, there are still tens of millions of people in China struggling to make ends meet. They are hungry, cold, and suffering from illness. Madame, you will definitely find a way to help them, right? After all, you have even considered the dignity of the dead, so it should be natural to help these living people, right?

Madame Saint, you only need to donate 100 million French francs to let the poor people in China have a hot meat meal. Madame Saint, when will you take out the money? Don't worry, you can give the money to my Punishment Army, and my Punishment Army can buy meat on your behalf and distribute it to various poor families, so that they can spend a full night. "

As he said this, he stretched out his hand in front of the French female reporter, as if he was going to give her money quickly.

The French female reporter felt unwell and her face suddenly fell.

"Sir, why do you ask me to donate so much money? I have no obligation to do so!"

Li Jianfeng was furious.

"Fuck you, you virgin bitch! You have no obligation! Then you have no fucking right to tell me what to do!

Do I need a bitch like you to teach me how to fight? You put clothes on the corpses to preserve their dignity. Do you know how many people can't even wear clothes? I think you big powers are just too full. I don't know how many people in this world are starving.

You stinky bitch, shut up now! You are just a reporter, you have no right to interfere in any of our affairs. I am giving you a huge honor by letting you interview me. If you dare to talk back to me again, I will shoot you to death!"

The French female reporter was so shocked by the scolding that she burst into tears and pointed at Li Jianfeng and shouted, "How can you treat a lady like this! You are not a gentleman at all!"

"Fuck you!"

Seeing that the guy was still punching, Li Jianfeng pulled out the M1911 pistol from his waist and pointed it at the French female reporter's head.

"I'm such a fucking gentleman. I'll kiss your forehead with a bullet. You French men who only know how to wear stockings and hold up white flags are definitely not as gentlemanly as me!"

The reporters nearby were so frightened that they forgot to take pictures for a moment. Several reporters rushed over to separate the two.

"Oh my god, I'm going to file a complaint with the French Embassy! I want to expose your atrocities to the world!"

The French female reporter was so scared that she pissed herself, but once she was separated from them, she immediately started shouting.

Now Li Jianfeng was completely furious. He cursed "Fuck!" and wanted to rush up and beat up this saint.

The French female reporter was so frightened that she turned pale and ran away. Seeing this, other reporters surrounded her, hugged Li Jianfeng's waist, and shouted at him to calm down.

But Li Jianfeng showed that he could not calm down at all. He shouted that the Virgin Mary must die, and chased the female reporter even when three men were holding his waist.

The French female reporter looked back and found that Li Jianfeng was still chasing her even though he was hugged by three men around the waist. She was immediately scared and screamed.

An American male reporter rushed over and hugged Li Jianfeng's right hand and shouted, "Sir, please calm down! She just ate too much. She will be fine after two days of starvation!"

Seeing that his right hand was being held, Li Jianfeng simply held his waist, lifted him up at once, held his waist with both hands, and swung his body like a mace to hit the female reporter.

The American male reporter was stunned. He weighed more than 90kg, and was being held by the waist and wielded like a weapon. How many times in a lifetime can such a magical experience happen? He didn't say anything for a while, and began to immerse himself in the wonderful feeling of being turned into a cold weapon.

But Li Jianfeng was dragging four people with him, so he still couldn't catch up with the female reporter.

However, not long after the female reporter ran out, she was grabbed by the collar by a big man who flashed out from the forest.

The person who caught her was Li Batian. Li Batian slipped the French female reporter back into the crowd of reporters, pulled off the camera hanging on her chest, and then, in front of everyone's horrified eyes, crushed it into a pile of garbage with one hand.

Li Batian looked around at the reporters and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, our Punishment Army is a group of spontaneously organized anti-Japanese armed forces. We have independent economic weapons and personnel sources. Our organizational structure is completely independent and we do not take orders from any organization.

This means that if we want, we can kill you all here and we won't be punished. We can disband right here at any time and no one will be able to find us.

We in the disciplinary force have our own set of rules for doing things. As reporters, you should remember your duties and just take notes without making any comments.

My Punishment Army does not expect your praise, nor is it afraid of your slander. If you come, my Punishment Army will kill the devils and traitors. If you don't come, we will still kill the devils and traitors. You are dispensable to my Punishment Army, so do you understand how to conduct the interview later?"

The reporters present swallowed their saliva unconsciously, especially the foreign reporters. Because of their foreign identities, they were flattered wherever they went and could interview anyone they wanted, with an arrogant look on their faces. But when they came to the Punishment Army and were warned by the other side, they actually restrained themselves and nodded carefully to show their obedience.

The interview then got back on track. Li Jianfeng took everyone to see the body of Xu Jinglong who was dragged to death by the river, and the city of Tailai County which was almost reduced to ruins due to the bombardment. Finally, they drove back to the high ground, entered the underground command post, and met the commander of the Punishment Army, Li Weiguo.

Li Weiguo sat quietly on a chair. He was wearing a well-fitting camouflage military uniform, with the rank of colonel on his shoulder, a mounted telescope on his chest, a gold watch on his hand, two M1911 pistols and a bayonet on his waist. Behind him were a large number of ammunition boxes and light and heavy machine guns mounted on the ammunition boxes, and a large red flag of the Punitive Army was hung on the wall.

This carefully arranged scene made the reporters slow down their movements. The man sat quietly among a pile of weapons. The steely temperament he exuded was in harmony with the weapons surrounding him, as if he was a man made of steel.

Li Weiguo slowly stood up and straightened his back. His 1-meter height, broad shoulders, and solid physique made the reporters present hold their breath involuntarily. They felt the invisible pressure, as if they were meeting an ancient oriental emperor.

The advantage of tall stature was demonstrated again. The 1-meter-tall Li Weiguo overwhelmed everyone with his momentum. The tallest among the group was the American male reporter, who was about 95 meters tall and could only look up at Li Weiguo.

Li Weiguo glanced at the faces of the reporters one by one, and the reporters lowered their heads unconsciously.

Li Weiguo suddenly and quickly brought his legs together, and his leather military boots made a snapping sound when they hit each other. Then he raised his right hand and saluted everyone with a standard military salute that could be measured with a ruler.

Several reporters were infected by his temperament and couldn't help but raise their hands to salute him. When they put their hands down, Li Weiguo still maintained the salute.

At this moment, the American male reporter subconsciously raised his camera and took a photo with a click.

In this photo, Li Weiguo stood upright among a pile of weapons, his eyes looking straight into the camera lens with endless aggression bursting out of his eyes. The bright red flag of the Punishment Army behind him made him surrounded by an invisible smell of blood.

At this time, the American male reporter did not know how much wealth this photo he took subconsciously would bring him.