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The fish belly in the east is white, and the morning glow begins to blow away the fog.

Huangshan.

Inside Song Garden.

There were more than a dozen people sitting in the spacious and bright living room, and they all saw that they were all their own family members.

The five siblings of the Song family, Lao Kong's family, and children from all families are here, like a family gathering.

Mrs. Song, who was sitting upright in the center, frowned slightly and said softly: "Why is this? Although he is reckless, his intention to the party and the country is worthy of recognition. Why bother to cure him to death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mrs. Kong next to him said, "Why care about the life and death of such a rough person? Even if he has made such a little contribution to the Party and the State, so what?

I think what is the insult to the Song family? Besides, it’s not just me who thinks so. There are many hands in the dark. It’s also the credit of everyone who can sentence him to death.

For a Japanese traitor who was expelled from the Party, such an end is already considered a preferential treatment."

Kong Er sat next to him and said excitedly: "Auntie, this dog thief has done so many unethical things, so he can make it easier for him to die like this.

It’s very dangerous to keep such people around the Japanese, and it’s very likely that they are Communists.”

These people have their own plans in their hearts, and as for what they think, they only know.

Japanese Consulate.

Takeo Imai sat upright, listening to the report, his expression on his face was very meaningful. Yan Wenchuan was sentenced to death and was taken to the Jialing River to shoot.

This news is definitely good news. This bastard is like a messenger, destroying the plans of the Great Japanese Empire.

He should drink to celebrate when he heard the news of his death, but frowned and said, "Are you sure?"

"Hi."

"The imperial agent lurking in Huangshan saw that before dawn, several military vehicles secretly escorted Yan Wenchuan to Huangshan. Perhaps it was because of his gratitude to his contribution to the National Party and the highlights that made him die."

Imai stood up and lowered his head to go back and forth. He thought in his head whether to save Yan Wenchuan.

This person is extremely capable. Now that he has been abandoned by the Party and the country like this, he will definitely hold a grudge in his heart. If he saves him, he will also lick and block the Party and the country.

only...

The red phone on the table suddenly rang, Imai didn't dare to neglect it, so he picked up the phone and listened carefully.

"Hi!"

After deducting the phone, the expression on his face was very strange. He said to Beili: "Arrang the ship, go to the execution site to observe from a distance, and see the body falling into the Jialing River, salvaged it and transported it back to Shanghai."

Beili looked confused.

"Hi."

He said curiously: "General, why is this?" He really didn't understand why Yan Wenchuan's body was transported back to Shanghai.

Imai twitched his cheek and said softly: "The Empire wants to hold a public funeral for him in Shanghai!"

"ah!"

Beili looked shocked. Why should he treat someone who repeatedly destroys the imperial plan?

He was very puzzled. Not only did he not understand, even Imai only heard about it.

"The Empire has always respected capable people. Although he is an enemy, he is also an excellent warrior! He is worthy of courtesy, let alone..."

Speaking of this, Imai frowned and continued: "He has a high prestige in Nanshi District, Shanghai. If the imperial economy wants to be restored, Nanshi still needs Nanshi as a platform.

A public funeral was held to allow the Chinese people in various industries in Nanshi to see and send a signal of kindness.

Take over Nanshi successfully, so that there will be no panic and damage to the situation that has finally been established."

Beili curled his lips unwillingly when he heard this. Shanghai is the world of the empire. Do you need to do this?

Takeo Imai was not explaining, saying, "Execute the order!"

"Hi!"

The Communist Party’s office in Chongqing.

Zhang Wentai stood on one side and saw the leader looking serious and anxiously back and forth. This rarely happens.

It was only because Zhang Wentai delivered a message to the chief, and he knew the content of the message, but there was no confidential code added.

The content is that Yan Wenchuan was sentenced to death by the Kuomintang, so why didn't you say it?

"Chief, you..."

He had a guess in his mind that it was rumored that Yan Wenchuan was a member of the organization. Judging from the performance of the leader, could Yan Wenchuan really be...

So will anyone I see in Shanghai...

This mysterious comrade Feiyu...

He was frustrated in his mind, but he didn't dare to say a word. This is discipline!

The head's length was long and said: "Comrade Wentai, organize Chongqing forces to rush to the execution site, be sure to save Yan Wenchuan!

Pay attention to confidentiality, get involved in the crowd, and seize the opportunity to rescue!

If things are not done, try every means to find the body and secretly send it back to the base! No mistakes are allowed!"

Zhang Wentai saw the head with red eyes and water mist, and his heart trembled. Once upon a time, he saw the head like this, which shows Yan Wenchuan's position in the head's heart.

Without asking, he saluted seriously: "Yes!"

......

Six o'clock.

Yuzhong District.

A clearing near the north shore, many people gathered on the three floors inside and three floors inside and outside, all looking at the man wearing a black hood standing on the shore.

A row of soldiers were standing guard around, and the breeze blew by, blowing the man's black and white clothes.

"Prepare!"

As the shouts were heard, three soldiers carrying spears stepped out, holding the rifle to pull the bolt, and aiming at the man.

The tall man was straight and did not feel any fear. He could barely see the crowd not far away through his black hood.

At this moment, he felt calm, angry and anxious.

Anger is naturally angry because the party and the country are so aggrieved to him.

I am anxious because I am afraid that the leader will arrange someone to save him when he receives the news, which will cause great trouble to the leader's work.

This is Chongqing, and it is already difficult. If the Kuomintang catches the braid, its future situation may be even more difficult!

You can't let this happen, and you said through the black Brown: "Don't do it randomly, it will be fine. Go back and wait for my news."

His voice was inexplicably shouted, and the people watching the fun pointed and scolded loudly! What good people could be found when executed by a gunfire?

However, Zhang Wentai, who was hiding in the crowd, broke down and knew that Yan Wenchuan was reporting to him and told him not to do anything randomly.

He was full of confusion and the situation at the scene was very bad. Although there were not many soldiers, there were hundreds of ordinary people, and there were also comforting police not far away.

It is very difficult to rescue Yan Wenchuan successfully, but this is the command of the leader, so why doesn’t he execute it?

But now what does Yan Wenchuan mean by saying this? Will he be fine? How can he escape?

Zhang Wentai looked around carefully. There were soldiers standing guard on both sides of Yan Wenchuan. Only three meters away from the north bank is the Jialing River. Do you want to jump into the river to escape?

Can...

Have a chance?

Yan Wenchuan was wearing handcuffs and shackles on his feet, so it was difficult to walk, and even if he jumped into the river, it would be difficult to survive.

The water flowed fast. Although he arranged the ships, he had no choice but to have a distance of 100 meters. There were naval ships and anti-smuggling brigade of the Song family security team.

There are hundreds of soldiers, and even if you jump into the river, they will find the corpse. In short, it is very difficult.

No matter how you look at it, it's a dead end.

"preparation..."

Just then, the soldiers shouted.

However, Yan Wenchuan rushed towards the riverside, and the iron chains weighing ten kilograms under his feet were rustling.

"snort."

Looking at Yan Wenchuan running, the man in blue snorted coldly on one side.

"Don't shoot!"

Yan Wenchuan shouted, he was not begging for mercy, but sent a signal to Zhang Wentai who was about to rescue him.

When Zhang Wentai was hesitating, he heard orders and gunfire.

"shot!"

Bang bang bang bang!
To be continued...