Anti-Japanese War Korean Crazy

Zhao was shocked all over, and looked at Han Feng in disbelief.

It just fell silent again soon. Zhao was more knowledgeable about the devil's cunning methods, and he was definitely not so easily fooled.

Although the eyes of this little devil in front of him were sincere and his tears were shocking, his actions were also puzzling.

However, in Zhao's view, the enemy has racked their brains from ensnaring him to punishing him for several hours. They just want to get the list of underground party comrades and other specific details of the anti-union comrades' activities from their own mouths. location!

It is impossible for Zhao to reveal half of the information until he is absolutely sure of Han Feng's identity. This time he was arrested because he believed too much in that paralyzed traitor.

Of course, Han Feng didn't expect Zhao to believe his identity with his actions and few words.

He took off his leather shoes, pulled out the thick insole inside, cut the insole open, and pulled out two pieces from the gap between the insoles.

Opened and delivered to Zhao, one of the letters was the certificate of the Eighth Route Army headquarters appointing Han Feng as the head of the Far East Regiment.

The other one is a letter from the Eighth Route Army headquarters to the Anti-Japanese Army, and the special badge of the Eighth Route Army headquarters engraved at the end is very conspicuous.

Zhao's father was a scholar in the late Qing Dynasty, so he received a good education since he was a child, and he knew characters naturally. After reading the two letters, he only felt that he was dreaming.

"It's the headquarters. It turns out that the headquarters has never given up on us."

Zhao, who was not frowning with swords and axes, actually sobbed softly.

But after all, he was a man with a firm mind. After sobbing for a while, Zhao raised his head again. His chapped lips seemed to be about to explode, and he said softly, "Comrade Han Feng, has the Far Eastern Regiment arrived in Puppet Manchuria?"

Han Feng nodded and said, "After raiding a few tribes on the way, I let the team stay in the deep mountains of Liaozhong. After I rescued you, General Zhao, we can return to join the Far East regiment."

"Thank you! The headquarters is right. You, including our anti-union team, are the last hope for all the people. This hope must never be cut off."

Zhao's voice became weaker and weaker, "You are an amazing comrade, you can lurk all the way here, hide your things quickly, and don't reveal your identity."

"it is good."

Han Feng refolded the clothes and stuffed them into the insoles, and then put the insoles into the shoes, and dressed neatly.

Snapped

Han Feng continued to beat himself.

Zhao smiled wryly, "Why do you humiliate yourself, you just hit me, it's not bad."

If Han Feng didn't talk to him, he wanted to tie Zhao Song up, "General Zhao, don't talk anymore, I'll rescue you right away."

Han Feng had even made up his mind. When he came in just now, he had already paid attention to the deployment of all the troops in the police station, and rushed out all the way with Zhao on his back. The possibility of success was still very high.

But a weak voice sounded immediately:

"Comrade Han Feng, I don't need to. I know my body well. Even if you rescue me, I won't survive."

Han Feng endured the pain in his heart, "Comrade Shangzhi, don't say anything, I will definitely rescue you."

"Don't waste your efforts. I don't have much time, and you can't reveal your identity. I'm still holding on until now, just because I'm worried that the comrades who are lurking after I die won't know about it, and they will come to die recklessly."

Zhao took a hard breath:

"Comrade Han Feng, don't be impatient, listen to me, listen to me, the contact list and method of our underground comrades, and some places where our anti-union team was still active at the end."

Ugh

Han Feng knew that Zhao's decision was not wrong at all, and it was wiser to be able to successfully receive the information at this moment than to be blindly emotional.

Zhao's injury, in fact, need not be stated clearly, Han Feng can also see that he is only hanging on his last breath.

"Okay, Comrade Shangzhi, tell me, I will remember." Han Feng is no longer a mother-in-law.

Zhao showed an appreciative smile

762 Immortal Heroes

crunch

When Han Feng pushed open the iron door of the interrogation room and walked out, the pseudo-policemen outside the interrogation room were startled and subconsciously avoided.

Han Feng's face was cold, "I'm done typing, and I'll leave the rest to you."

The pseudo-policemen quickly responded and rushed into the interrogation room again. Han Feng watched quietly from the chief officer's seat in the interrogation room.

Zhao was dying, and after explaining everything to Han Feng, his tense nerves were finally relaxed, and his strong consciousness slowly relaxed as if the embankment had been broken.

Zhao already had scars all over his body. Whether Han Feng whipped him severely, and where, the naked eye couldn't tell. The false policemen even thought that this was the result of Han Feng's action just now, which caused Zhao to be like this. of weakness.

But who dares to say more?

Under Han Feng's staring eyes, a pseudo-police chief in charge of interrogation picked up the whip again. This is the best criminal law to deal with Zhao at present. Can't live.

The false police chief gritted his teeth, and was about to swing the whip at Zhao again.

"enough."

Han Feng spoke suddenly, and the whip that had been raised in mid-air stopped, and the whip, which suddenly lost its strength, slammed lightly on Zhao's face.

"If you beat him again, he will die, and no more torture is allowed."

"But Taijun, this guy's bones are hard, if he doesn't use torture"

"Baga!" Han Feng strode over suddenly, and without warning, he slapped the false police chief twice from left to right. This is the standard Japanese way of beating people, and the two slap prints appeared on the left and right sides of the face. Above, the pseudo-police leader covered his face, dared to be angry but did not dare to speak, while the pseudo-policemen around him were silent, and no one dared to speak. In the face of the class obedience instilled by the Japanese, these guys are amazingly well-behaved.

Zhao Wei raised her head and glanced at Han Feng, with a slight smile on the corner of her mouth.

In the next two hours or so, the false policemen did not dare to torture Zhao anymore, but kept asking loudly:

"Where are the rest of the Anti-Union?"

"Are there any of you around here?"

However, what responded to them was always the casual sarcasm on Zhao's blood-stained face, as if frozen forever.

The interrogation lasted a full eight hours.

Suddenly, Zhao's Buddha's light came back, and he stared at his already blurred eyes, and said hoarsely:

"Paralyzed traitors, sooner or later, the Anti-Japanese Federation will reunite, kill you bastards, the Anti-Japanese Federation will win! China will win!"

Then his pupils dilated rapidly, his head tilted, and he lost his breath completely.

The roaring stopped abruptly, and Zhao's unexpected reflection of Buddha's light and the words he shouted shocked the false police officers in the interrogation room for a long time, and they couldn't control themselves.

After a while, the pseudo-policemen saw that Zhao kept his head down and there was no sign of life. One of the pseudo-policemen bravely stepped forward and gently pushed Zhao's head. Seeing that there was no response, he probed again. snorting "dead, the commander is dead"