Qian Yi strode onto the Japanese military vehicle. All the villagers knew that the blacksmith Qian Yi died generously with the determination to die. Based on his attitude, the Japanese could not get any valuable information from him.
Qian Zhong moved his lips a few times, but finally held back. He was a carpenter and the eldest brother of the three Qian brothers. The Japanese did not capture him mainly because they did not know that he was Qian Jun's eldest brother. There was no one in the village.
Sell him out. Otherwise, how can the eggs be completed under the whole family?
Master Huiyuan received Qian Zhong in his Zen room. When he learned that Qian Yi had been captured by the Japanese because of the Longquan Sword, he said "Amitabha" and fell into a long meditation. Huiyuan
The Master's eyes were slightly closed, as if he was in trance, and blue veins popped out on his forehead.
Qian Zhong didn't know what Huiyuan was thinking. After a while, Huiyuan asked Qian Zhong to go back and said: "Injustice has its owner, and every debt has its owner. The Japanese are eyeing the Longquan Sword, and they must be determined to get it. For the Longquan Sword
It is truly a sin to sacrifice more than two thousand villagers. Qian Zhong, please go back first. Let me think about this matter carefully."
Qian Zhong returned with regrets. What he was sure of was that the person who really knew the Longquan Sword should be Master Huiyuan. Even Qian Yi, he couldn't know. Qian Yi would rather sacrifice his life in order to save the villagers. I wonder if Huiyuan has any
What emotion?
Wei Qiang and Luo Xin were sitting in a rice noodle shop across the bridge in the county, eating rice noodles, and saw with their own eyes groups of soldiers returning to the county from the countryside. One of the military vehicles had a tarpaulin covered up, so it was impossible to see what was inside.
"Master, I think they must have gained something. Otherwise, Lian Buzhichi would not have withdrawn his troops."
Luo Xin lowered his voice and murmured carefully. Wei Qiang was also puzzled. Judging from the uneven appearance of the troops, what on earth did they do in Qianjia Village?
"Master, what on earth did these yellow-skinned dogs do?" Luo Xin asked in a low voice.
"Tonight we will visit the police station at night and see what they find."
...
The master and apprentice returned to the dormitory and slept until 9:30 in the night, when Luo Xin was woken up by Wei Qiang.
"It's easy to sleep when you're young. You can fall asleep even if something happens. It's amazing."
Wei Qiang said enviously. Luo Xin scratched his ears and cheeks embarrassedly and said, "Master, I'm hungry again."
"Don't come here. Who doesn't know that you complain that you are hungry as soon as you come out and want to get some benefits from me? You don't have enough money and water at home, right?"
"Hehe, let's forget it. Master, let's finish our midnight snack and then do it. Anyway, it's still early, and the Japanese and puppet troops haven't slept yet. It's dangerous now that this time has passed."
"Okay, I'll listen to you. Find a small shop and have a drink, but don't get drunk."
"Thank you, Master."
Good Luck Restaurant owner Chen was about to close the business when two customers walked in from outside and couldn't help but smile.
"Two distinguished guests, would you like a late night snack?"
"Half a catty of peanuts, a plate of fried pork noodles with chili, two bowls of noodles, and half a catty of white wine."
Wei Qiang skillfully ordered the food and drinks. When Luo Xin heard that there was only half a kilogram of white wine, he knew that the master was serious. He just wanted to drink a little wine to strengthen his courage, and he was absolutely not allowed to get drunk. Both of them were holding a bottle in their hands.
Bulging bags.
After a while, the food and wine were served. The master and the apprentice divided the liquor in half, then sat in a corner of the hotel and drank it.
The night in the county town was very quiet, and there were no street lights on the street. The two of them just drank and ate food. The hotel manager was sitting at the cashier, waiting to collect money.
Half an hour later, they paid the bill and walked out of the hotel. The shopkeeper was very polite and repeatedly said "good luck" and reminded them to pay attention to safety. The world is not peaceful and it is not suitable to walk at night.
Luo Xin left the hotel and said softly: "We are the reborn night ghosts, and we are still afraid of night ghosts. What a joke!"
Wei Qiang did not answer, but hid in an alleyway, took out a face mask from a cloth bag and put it on his head, then checked the pistol, dagger and other weapons and equipment. There were still twenty bullets in the pistol. After shooting these twenty rounds
Bullets, this pistol is just a piece of scrap metal.
"Install a silencer on the pistol. Also, if you can use a knife, you must not use a gun. You must save bullets."
"I got it."
Luo Xin completed the prescribed actions as instructed, and the two of them were like two dexterous civet cats, swooping up to the roof. It was much safer to go up and down from the roof, and it was much safer to walk on the street. After a while, they arrived at the police station
.
The police station was brightly lit. There were police, Japanese garrison troops and puppet troops, as well as sixty action team members led by Lian Buzhichi. With this kind of force configuration, Wei Qiang and Luo Xin had to be extra careful.
They climbed a big tree and saw people coming and going in the courtyard of the police station, and the office building was brightly lit. Looking at the time, it was already twelve o'clock in the night. The place still seemed a bit lively.
There was a sentry outside the gate of the police station. The two policemen on duty stood straight with pistols and rifles, obviously showing off. There were also four Japanese soldiers in the yard as mobile sentries, who were also walking back and forth. Wei Qiang observed carefully.
After checking for a while, no hidden whistle was found. This may be due to Lian Buzhichi's carelessness, thinking that no one dares to come to the police station to cause trouble?
After confirming that there were no hidden sentries, Wei Qiang made a gesture and asked Luo Xin to take over from the outside. With a few light jumps, he sneaked into the wall of the police station and shuttled from the base of the wall to the backyard of the police station. Here
There was a brightly lit room, and there seemed to be a dull sound of whips. Wei Qiang hid in a bush of weeds and saw a man tied to a wooden pillar in the room. This man looked very much like Qian Jun.
The whips were still being whipped. The two Japanese agents responsible for the torture were sweating profusely from exhaustion and were shirtless. Under the light of the room sat a man in plainclothes. Wei Qiang knew him. It was Hideko Kawashima's actions.
Team leader Lian Bu Zhichi.
Lian Buzhichi said in Chinese: "Qian Yi, don't think that you can get away with it if you don't speak up. If the imperial army cannot get the Longquan sword tomorrow, they will definitely massacre Qianjia Village with blood. Then you will regret it.
Can you just bear to see your brothers and sisters killed by us?"
"I have said many times that the Longquan Sword was taken away by Qian Jun. If you don't believe me, what can I do? Even if you kill everyone in Qianjia Village, it will only add more unjust dead people and it will not change the facts.
"
Lian Bu Zhichi was too lazy to talk and babbled to a shirtless man. The man picked up a few bamboo sticks and inserted them into Qian Yi's fingernails one by one. Every time they penetrated, there would be heart-rending misery.
Scream. Qian Yi's scream floated out of the window and into the cold night sky.
The night is still dark. The people in the yard are still doing whatever they should do. No one pays attention to the tragedy going on in the torture room. Wei Qiang is too familiar with this kind of interrogation. He knows deeply that a person's will to resist is limited.
As an ordinary villager with no professional training, Qian Yi's outstanding performance is quite unexpected.
