When he saw Zhang Sixing pointing a gun at his head, Gordon, who had already been frightened by Zhang Sixing's men's frequent shooting of the militiamen of the merchant group, closed his eyes tightly, squeezed his neck and squeezed out a sound from the roots of his teeth,
"I am the commander of the International Merchant Group in the Concession. I only execute orders. Everything is discussed between the Ministry of Industry and the British Consul, so..."
While he was talking, he was so frightened that he peed all over his pants.
Seeing Zhang Sixing put away his gun, Gordon felt relieved, but his tall body was still shaking like a bear in winter.
"come up"
Holding his collar, Zhang Sixing carried Gordon onto the tank. He turned around and saw that Lu Yaxian was still there in a daze. He shouted,
"What's the point of being dazed on the edge of the battlefield? I'm worthy of being a war reporter. I don't have any eyesight. I'm going to be shot over there. If you want to criticize me, just go and take some more photos."
Until then, Lu Yaxian completely lost interest in the interview with Zhang Sixing, picked up her pen and ran away with high heels.
Looking at her back, Zhang Sixing shook his head. He was not interested in the flowers in the greenhouse at all.
He turned around and tied Gordon's legs under the tank gun, his hands under the gun barrel, and then tied a rope behind his neck until he was half breathing, so that he could not run away without having to watch.
Then he gave instructions in English to Will and Robin under the tank,
"Go back and tell Lieutenant Morrison that you have cooperated well. Now you can choose your weapons from the weapons of the All Nations Merchant Group, and you will be released."
"But, others don't know..."
After hearing the words of the two British soldiers, Zhang Sixing turned around and reached out to pat the top of the tank.
"Squeak"
The top cover was opened, and Hansen Raul, who was a guest tank driver, showed his head and complained,
"Why, are you ready to leave? The seat of Little Japan's tank is too small. I can only half-squat..."
"Don't complain, look at this guy, I'll check the fleet again, and we'll leave when we get back..."
In fact, regardless of Hansen Raul's complaint, he was actually telling Zhang Sixing that the attack on the All Nations Business Group caused a lot of trouble. I heard that the chairman has a good relationship with the businessmen and the Youth Gang in Shanghai. If he doesn't leave, he might be outside Shanghai.
All the troops will help to encircle and suppress their troops who came out of Sihang Warehouse.
Zhang Sixing doesn't care much about this, but why.
Jumping off the lead tank, Zhang Sixing led two British soldiers to the Junk Bridge.
There, a group of soldiers from the merchant corps from all over the world were kneeling on the roadside with their hands tied, speaking unashamedly in front of a bunch of reporters, Guan Shijie,
"You just heard it clearly. As the business group of all nations, we have no objection to maintaining the security of the public concession. But we must accept the punishment for blocking our escape route. Each person will receive twenty belts..."
The one who was beaten was Bai Er, who was standing on the opposite side of the road with his hands cut behind his back and his feet tied.
The executioners were ordinary soldiers, carrying palm-wide armed belts and beating the White Russians who blocked their escape.
As he spoke, Guan Shijie turned around and pointed at the Bai Russians kneeling on the ground.
"There are also these guys who have committed murder, robbery, rape and other crimes. After they exposed each other just now, these guys also confessed their crimes. Our ancestors said that troubled times require heavy punishment, so I announced the death penalty for these guys.
There is a confession in the underground, and the reporter who likes it will pat it... the style..."
The machine gun that was set up began to fire, but at a distance of only about ten meters, more than fifty militiamen from the Wanguo Merchant Group were shot to death by the Suzhou River.
"Pat me, I'm not a regular army, but even if I'm a bandit, I can't let these goods harm the Chinese people. And the patrols and judges of the Wan Guo Merchant Group are all stupid, can't they see these crimes?
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The reporters who came here looked at the blood all over the ground. Some were stunned with fear, and some bent over and vomited.
However, they still had some professional ethics. Each one of them took a pen and wrote hard in the notebook. There were also reporters who took pictures with cameras and video cameras.
Standing nearby and looking at Zhang Sixing, he was quite satisfied with Guan Shijie's answer.
They are the military themselves, not politicians who like to play around with people. Because they will not sell out the interests of the Chinese people because of their own interests, nor will they sell out their own country's military because of their own interests.
They won't be so shameless.
Zhang Sixing found Lieutenant Morrison,
"Sir..."
Although he had just become a free man from a prisoner, Second Lieutenant Morrison performed the military salute as if it were the case.
However, Zhang Sixing, who was a German paratrooper, had no love for British foot drills and just obeyed.
"Lieutenant Morrison, you can leave. In the future..."
Originally, Zhang Sixing wanted to say that we might fight side by side as allies in the future. But after thinking about it, World War II in this world has not officially started. God knows whether it will unfold according to the history he knows.
Just don't say so much.
However, Morrison had a very different idea after watching the soldiers fighting in Sihang Warehouse for a few days.
"Sir, what you did in Europe, I have to say that if I were a German soldier, I would also say that you did a good job. Besides..."
Glancing at the four-row warehouse with almost only its frame remaining, his eyes were filled with sighs.
"To be honest, I never thought that on the battlefield, you can make amazing weapons with just some simple things. And you made me realize that Chinese soldiers are a group of people worthy of admiration."
After saying that, he stamped his feet again and saluted Zhang Sixing again.
This time Zhang Sixing also stood at attention, returned the salute with the most standard movements, then nodded and said only one word.
"Goodbye"
Watching Morrison leave with a platoon of British troops, Zhang Sixing looked at Guan Shijie, who was still nagging the reporters, and felt that this guy really looked like a press spokesman.
He shouted loudly,
"gone"
"yes"
Guan Shijie, who was bragging to reporters, was so excited that he didn't bother to say hello to the reporters. He waved his arms and shouted,
"Let's go, let's go, hurry up, you damn mother, don't be so impatient."
Following his order, the soldiers who were pulling their belts climbed into their respective cars one by one.
Meeting Cao Zijin head-on, Zhang Sixing grinned.
"I've decided not to go back."
Cao Zijin shook his head resolutely and glanced around.
"You're just messing with the law like this. The people from the merchant group of all nations asked you to kill three or four hundred people. You have to go to the law department when you get back. I have no choice but to follow you."
"Don't worry. If you follow me, I am also a Chinese army member who fights Japanese invaders. Everything will be fine. Let's get everyone in the car and put their guns up. If the patrol police in the concession are not discerning, we might have to fight a war."
Turning his head to look at the dozens of corpses lying on the side, the militiamen of the Wan Guo Merchant Group who were tied up with their bare upper bodies covered with belt marks, Cao Zijin shook his head.
"Patrol police, they don't have the guts. If they really have the ability to do this with us, would the Japanese dare to threaten them all day long to enter the concession?"