The mask was shot off, my husband, you are the king of spy wars

Major General Fujiwara was twisting on the ground, looking like he was about to suffocate to death, and even on the verge of tears...

Why did Lin Xia make this bastard obey her and beat him up a lot along the way, slapping him from time to time.

Even when this guy was not behaving himself, Lin Xia would hit him on the head with a brick. He hit him seven or eight times along the way before they arrived safely at the military base.

Liu Changkong looked at the major general and kept swallowing his saliva.

A major general... In terms of status, his position is no lower than that of a division commander. He can command a brigade or even a division on the battlefield. But now he was brought here by Lin Xia.

"Lin...Lin Xia."

"What are you..."

Lin Xia smiled and said, "Don't mind me, Commander, but this bastard is the commander of the artillery front, so I couldn't help but bring him back."

"I was thinking... I can't always come empty-handed, right?"

"Just consider it as a greeting gift to you, Master."

Liu Changkong almost spit out a mouthful of tea.

What you said... is bullshit!

"Lin Xia...you really always give me a surprise."

"Ichiro Fujiwara... I've heard of him before. He's said to be the artillery commander on the front lines in Songcheng."

Such generals are often veterans of hundreds of battles, with their hands stained with the blood of countless compatriots. It is not an exaggeration to say that they have committed numerous crimes.

Especially since he was an artillery commander, it is unknown how many Chinese soldiers were killed in the explosion.

Similarly, such pre-war commanders often do not know much intelligence.

"Chief of Staff, remove the cloth from his mouth and see what he wants to say."

"It's the commander."

When the cloth was taken off, he immediately started cursing!

"idiot!"

"You guys! The Eighth Route Army!"

"According to the Geneva Convention you must treat prisoners well!"

Before he could finish his words, Lin Xia was already unhappy!

"The Rinima Convention?"

"Have you participated in your little life and dare to mention it?"

He couldn't help but slap her in the face!

"You really don't have any shame at all!"

"Don't you know how many Chinese civilians you little devils have captured? And you still dare to mention this damn treaty!"

Lin Xia became more and more excited as he spoke, and couldn't help but push him into the corner and give him a slapping feast.

Until Fujiwara's face was slapped like a pig's head!

Lin Xia stood in front of Liu Changkong and asked, "Master, what are you going to do?"

Liu Changkong thought about it, but he really couldn't think of anything for a moment. Although this guy is a major general, he probably doesn't have many useful things on him, and he is a major general in Songcheng.

So Liu Changkong couldn't help but ask, "How are you going to deal with this?"

Lin Xia pinched her chin and started thinking...

After thinking for a few seconds, he said, "I got it."

"To be honest, it can be handled in two parts."

"In the first part, I want to go and pay tribute to Comrade Eagle."

"Next, I plan to post newspapers to maximize the deterrent effect!"

Liu Changkong was stunned by Lin Xia's idea... This was the first time he heard that a corpse could be divided into two parts...

"Well, I'll leave it to you."

Lin Xia nodded, and the next second...

With a swish, he swung his knife backhand!

Fujiwara's snow splashed on the wall.

Lin Xia clearly had a short knife in his hand, but he hadn't expected it to be so sharp. His head rolled to the ground...

Before he died, Fujiwara's eyes widened. He never thought that a major general like Sakura would die...

Liu Changkong and the chief of staff were speechless when watching this scene. They did not expect Lin Xia to act so quickly without any delay.

The Chief of Staff tugged at Liu Changkong's clothes, swallowed, and said slowly: "Commander... Lin... Has Lin Xia always been so cruel..."

Liu Changkong thought back to the time when this kid had walked across the grass, carrying a red-tasseled broadsword and several human heads, then tossed the pile of heads before the boss, demanding a reward...

He nodded immediately and said, "I think it has calmed down a lot."

chief of staff:"......"

He couldn't imagine what the child must have been like back then...

Lin Xia held Fujiwara's head and grinned, "Commander, I'll take the head away."

"The eagle will be very happy."

"As for the body...we need our people to find a newspaper."

"Anonymity is to bring an unknown fear to the little devils."

Liu Changkong nodded, "Okay, don't worry."

"You are really full of tricks, go ahead and don't worry."

Lin Xia smiled, saluted, and left the military headquarters.

He rode a motorcycle and carried the head to the Eagle's Grave.

Halfway up a wild mountain, the scenery beside the mountains and water is quite nice.

The winter wind was howling, and the vegetation on the mountain was much less, but when Lin Xia followed the small dirt road to the front of the eagle, he found that there were green plants half a meter high on the grave.

It's only been a few days, but it's amazing.

"Comrade Eagle, I'm here to visit your grave."

"I didn't come here empty-handed. I brought you a gift."

Then a head rolled down onto the grave.

A cold wind blew, and the grass on the grave swayed towards Lin Xia.

Lin Xia took out a jar of good wine from the space in his body and poured it in front of the grave. Lin Xia sat there for a whole afternoon.

We talked about this and that, from family matters to the various aspects of life.

"Okay Comrade Eagle, I'm leaving now."

"I'll come to see you during every holiday."

"Goodbye."

......

On the other hand...a combat staff officer anonymously spent a large sum of money to take several photos of Fujiwara's body and sent them to the local newspaper.

A foreign newspaper that is not regulated by the government!

When the newspaper staff saw the photos, they were all dumbfounded...

They naturally knew Fujiwara's name. As the largest newspaper in Nancheng, Waltz Newspaper, which was not controlled by the local government or the Japanese army, they had already planted spies in various departments.

Having obtained intelligence from many high-ranking military officials, they learned about the disappearance of Japanese Artillery Major General Fujiwara Ichiro only an hour later than the Nancheng government.

At this moment, the South City spies are searching everywhere for any clues.

Tom, the editor-in-chief of Waltz Newspaper, was so excited that he couldn't express it in words when he saw the photos and gold bars sent anonymously.

Tom sat in the chair and looked at the photo and couldn't help laughing happily, "Yes!"

“very good!”

Today's newspaper industry is competing fiercely for information resources. Only by successfully mastering first-hand resources can the market be captured more quickly.

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"quick!"

"Prepare for publication immediately! Two hours... Oh no! It must be published within one hour!"

"Spread the news to every street in South City!"

"quick!"

......

An hour later, Waltz newspapers were scattered throughout the streets and alleys of South City!

[Waltz News: I will kill you, Major General Sakura, to comfort the heroic spirits of China!]