Espionage: I became sworn brothers with Zheng Yaoxian at the beginning, and became the Seventh Broth

Chapter 348 Public Support Can Be Used

Executing over fifty people at once may seem like a lot, but it all has to come to an end eventually.

When the last gunshot rang out, Japanese spies and traitors fell in pools of blood, and the vast public square suddenly fell silent.

Some people stood frozen in place, while others had tears welling up in their eyes...

A moment later, a little baby held in his mother's arms gently clapped his hands.

"Clap clap clap!"

The soft sound, like a prelude, instantly startled everyone awake.

"Good kill!"

"Brothers, you're all great!" "Revenge, revenge! Only today did I realize that soldiers are the best men of this era. Mom, I want to join the army!"

"Join the army, avenge! Avenge!"

Shouts echoed from all parts of the city square.

Then came a continuous round of applause. At that moment, all the people of Jiangcheng looked at Zhuang Yifan and his companions with admiration.

In such an environment, even the most indifferent and heartless person will have their deepest blood ties stirred.

Zhuang Yifan, along with the personnel from the Action Section and the Investigation and Prevention Section who had come with him today, trembled as they looked at the unfamiliar men, women, and children around them.

An indescribable surge of passion coursed through their entire bodies.

Having undergone this day's baptism, it is foreseeable that from now on, a seed will take root in their hearts.

I am a Chinese. I carry within me the bloodline and culture passed down for five thousand years.

I am willing to give my life to defend my motherland, to protect my rivers and mountains, and to protect my parents and compatriots.

They will all become steadfast and invincible warriors.

They will remain loyal to their country and their beliefs throughout their lives.

at the same time.

Witnessing the public execution by the Special Agents today will plant a seed of belief in the hearts of the people of Jiangcheng.

National and personal grievances must never be forgotten.

Jiangcheng.

We must never let it fall into the hands of the Japanese devils.

If one day in the future, the Japanese invaders come to Jiangcheng, the people of Jiangcheng are willing to give everything to defend their hometown.

They were also willing to follow behind the Chinese warriors and fight to the death against foreign enemies.

The story of today will surely be passed down through the ages, told to future generations by word of mouth by the people of today.

May it be remembered forever!

As the continuous applause gradually faded, Zhuang Yifan's cheeks were already wet with tears.

But he hadn't forgotten his mission.

Zhuang Yifan stepped forward and, for the first time, solemnly stood at attention and saluted the onlookers.

As he moved, the members of the Action Section and the Reconnaissance Section who had come with him today also stopped what they were doing, their faces serious, and saluted all the civilians.

The city square returned to calm.

It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. After a round of military salutes around them, Zhuang Yifan lowered his arms, took one last deep look at the people around him, and suddenly raised his hand and waved.

"Close the team!"

"Yes!"

Members of the Special Service Department's Jiangcheng Station Action Section and Reconnaissance Section let out a fierce roar and began to withdraw their surroundings.

They began collecting the corpses of the dead Japanese spies, traitors, and collaborators.

They were all dumped on the truck.

Then, led by Zhuang Yifan, the group strode out of the city square.

Whenever they walked by, the surrounding crowd would automatically make way for them.

They would all cast gentle glances at them.

Clap your hands. And the young children will imitate them, standing on the ground, nestled in their parents' arms, sitting on their father's shoulders, raising their little hands.

He saluted Zhuang Yifan and the others.

Everything was silent.

Yet, endless emotions quietly permeated everyone's hearts.

And so, Zhuang Yifan and his group slowly left the Civic Square and headed straight towards the city gate.

They also wanted to drag the corpses of those Japanese spies, traitors, and collaborators out of the city and hang them on the city walls.

The crowds gathered in the city square, and some people followed them all the way, reluctant to leave.

Some people stood still, unwilling to move an inch.

Seeing this, Ye Shaohong, who was in a private room in the teahouse, finally sat down slowly. He covered his mouth with his hand and couldn't help coughing.

"Shao Hong!"

Yu Manli looked worried and couldn't help but whisper a name.

"I am fine."

“Manli, do you see? The people’s hearts are on our side.”

"With such lovely citizens and such passionate young people, China will never perish!"

Ye Shaohong smiled.

Even though he was coughing uncontrollably, he still laughed heartily.

Just then, Li Yunlong knocked on the door and came in.

His face was also wet with tears.

After entering, Li Yunlong walked up to Ye Shaohong and saluted him.

Seeing Ye Shaohong wave his hand, Li Yunlong stopped what he was doing.

Then Li Yunlong bent down, leaned close to Ye Shaohong's ear, and whispered something.

"Station Chief, the people from the Party Affairs Investigation Department are here."

"They want to see you."

Ye Shaohong took out a handkerchief he always carried and wiped the moisture from the corners of his mouth caused by coughing. He raised an eyebrow, narrowed his eyes, and then let out a cold groan.

"not see!"

"Who do they think they are? The country is already in this state, and they still want to fight among themselves."

"What right do they have to come see me!"

"Let them go!"

"Tell them to stay out of my way. If they piss me off, I won't hesitate to kill them!"

Upon hearing Ye Shaohong's words, Li Yunlong's heart trembled slightly. He dared not reply, stood up, and walked out.

“Manli, help me up, let’s go home.”

After several days of unconsciousness and persistent high fever, even with Ye Shaohong's robust physique, he was now completely limp and powerless.

If there were any other possibility, he would not have allowed himself to appear so weak.

Fortunately.

Fortunately, Yu Manli was not an outsider.

She is his woman.

She was the person he could entrust his life to, someone who sat on the edge of his bed.

Ye Shaohong didn't think that appearing weak in front of Yu Manli would make her look down on him.

Yu Manli helped Ye Shaohong up.

He then personally draped a thick coat over Ye Shaohong's shoulders before supporting him and slowly leading him down from the teahouse. They arrived at the car that was already parked at the entrance.

As Ye Shaohong opened the car door and was about to bend down to get in, he keenly sensed a gaze fixed on him from not far away.

Ye Shaohong slowly turned around and glanced in the direction his gaze was directed.

At the street corner, a middle-aged man in his thirties turned pale instantly. He trembled all over, hurriedly waved his hand, and led his men away in a disheveled manner.

"Damn it, damn it."

"terrible."

"Is this Ye Yanluo? His killing intent is so strong. I can hardly bear just one glance from him."

"Are all those office-bound officials stupid? Why would they bother him for no reason?"

"Are you tired of living?" "Let whoever wants to follow him follow him. I'm not done living yet. I don't want to die. I'm not doing this job anymore..."