Tang Hao was swept away by the crowd, screams came one after another, and people ran around.
As he ran, his head turned firmly to look.
He heard the words Zhao Yi shouted.
He saw the man raise the short gun in his hand and resolutely pull the trigger.
He saw Zhao Yi fall down with a bang.
The Japanese officer held a southern pistol, the soldiers held a rifle, and the bayonet flashed with cold light to fall Zhao Yi.
They stared at the body of the man who committed suicide, and then became angry and a soldier pressed down the bayonet and stabbed the body, and was then stopped by the officers.
Zhao Yi is not a real pro-Japanese element.
He is from Chongqing!
He is anti-Japanese!
He died to fight against Japan!
Tang Hao's mind was filled with this information, or was stirred up by these shocking news, which was difficult to digest for a while.
At the far end, Xiu Yuman's eyes were filled with shock, and she stared at this scene in a daze.
An anti-Japanese patriot failed to assassinate Wang Baihai and resolutely committed suicide to his country!
Xiu Yuman took a deep breath, she concealed her inner sadness, turned her head to see the reactions of the people around her.
Some people were frightened and fought against each other.
These are pro-Japanese elements.
Some people's eyes flashed with complex light, some fear, some shock, some thought, and - admiration!
"Look!"
"What is that?"
Someone exclaimed and pointed in the air.
Everyone looked up and saw snowflakes falling down in the sky.
Xiu Yuman clenched his fists. She knew that the comrades had seized the opportunity of chaos just now, and the success of the gods threw the flyer unconsciously.
A leaflet fell at Xiu Yuman's feet, and she bent down and picked it up in her eyes:
Defeat the traitor Wang Baihai!
Forty million Chinese people angrily scolded Wang for selling his country!
"Yuman, it's best not to look at this." Cheng Haitao came over and took away the flyer from Xiu Yuman's hand.
"If Mr. Wang saw it, he would be furious." Xiu Yuman turned his eyebrows and turned his head to look in the direction where the ship was docking.
"This is the purpose of Chongqing elements! They came to make trouble on purpose!" Cheng Haitao said in a deep voice.
"Is it Chongqing?" Xiu Yuman asked in confusion.
"Assassination in public! Even using dead soldiers is the style of Chongqing." Cheng Haitao said.
Xiu Yuman immediately understood that Cheng Haitao was confusing Zhao Yi's assassination and scattering leaflets.
She reflected on herself, feeling that she shouldn't have asked the question "It's Chongqing", so she immediately made up for it, and she was not interested in these fights, killings and was interested in them.
"It's so scary." Xiu Yuman patted his chest, "There are just that..."
Then he glanced at Cheng Haitao's malicious gaze, his face turned cold, he snorted and turned away.
Cheng Haitao looked at Xiu Yuman's back as he left in anger, laughed, turned his head and looked around. Seeing someone picking up the flyer and even stuffing it into his arms, he couldn't help but sneer.
I'm afraid this is why Chongqing still sent a dead soldier to act even though it knew it would be impossible to hurt Mr. Wang.
Shanghai is a Japanese-occupied area.
The gunfire and death were told by the people in the Japanese-occupied area that Chongqing was still resisting.
At this time, Cheng Haitao saw something happening on the other side of the ship. Someone got off the ship and came over quickly. He was shocked by the gunshots.
...
Dingling.
Office of the Deputy Chief of the Central Police Office.
"I am Cheng Qianfan." Cheng Qianfan picked up the microphone.
"What happened?" he frowned, "Okay, I understand."
The phone number was called by him under the liaison office of the Political Department and informed him of the news that Chongqing elements were intending to assassinate Wang Baihai at Qiujiang Wharf.
He originally planned to ask how the assassin was, but the cautious Cheng Qianfan finally didn't ask.
After putting down the phone, Cheng Qianfan picked up the police cap and put it on, and went directly to the Political Department’s investigation and arrest office.
At this moment, it is naturally Pitt who has the most informed information in the entire central police station.
When Wang Baihai arrived in Shanghai, it was naturally impossible for the French Concession to not pay attention to it.
Among the reporters and VIPs at the dock, there must be people from the Political Department among them.
When Cheng Qianfan came in, Pete was talking to someone with a microphone. He glanced at his friend and signaled him to sit there casually.
Cheng Qianfan did not sit down, but picked up the bottle of red wine on Pitt's table, took off the block with a sound, took another wine glass, and poured himself a glass of wine.
"This is my best wine storage." Pete hung up the phone and screamed strangely.
"I just received a call. Someone at Qiujiang Wharf intends to assassinate Wang Baihai. My people are not sure about the specific situation, let me tell you." Cheng Qianfan ignored Pete's complaint. He took a sip of wine and showed his interest.
"It's true." Pi Te nodded, "The Chongqing elements wanted to sneak in and assassinate Mr. Wang. After being stopped by the Japanese military police, the man killed a soldier and committed suicide."
The news of Zhao Yi's death from Pete's mouth was confirmed. Cheng Qianfan's heart skipped a beat, and huge sadness came.
Although I was mentally prepared, when this moment really came, this sadness was still heart-wrenching.
"What are they going to do?" Cheng Qianfan said, "I know it is impossible to approach Wang Baihai and even more impossible to succeed in assassination, but I sent someone to die in vain."
Then he saw Pete's expression become solemn.
"What's wrong?" Cheng Qianfan asked.
"That assassin is a hero," said Pitt.
"Hero? Hey!" Cheng Qianfan shook his head, "I'm just going to die for nothing."
"You don't understand." Pete shook his head seriously, "It is impossible for Chongqing to know that this assassination has no hope of success, but they still have to act, even if it is to directly lose an excellent soldier."
Pete directly picked up Cheng Qianfan's wine glass, took a sip of red wine, and continued, "Shanghai is in the Japanese-occupied area. They used the bloodshed of a soldier to tell the people of the Japanese-occupied area that they were still fighting and were also telling Wang Baihai that most Chinese people would not recognize his behavior."
Cheng Qianfan's eyes flashed with shock.
This is not pretending, he was really shocked.
He naturally knew what Peter said.
When Haozai came back last night to report to him, he asked him a question: Is Zhao Yi worth it to die in vain?
Cheng Qianfan's answer was: As long as the gunshots are fired, Wang Baihai hears the gunshots, and Shanghai citizens hear the gunshots, the task will be completed!
When Hao Zai heard this, he was silent for a while, then raised his head, and there was a hint of relief in his eyes and light.
Cheng Qianfan asked him.
Haozi's answer was that he felt much better now that he knew that Brother Zhao Yi was worth dying.
"What's going on over there in Wang Baihai?" Cheng Qianfan asked in a daze, "Are you scared by the gunshot?"
"It is said that he was very scared." Peter said with a smile.
"Ah?" Cheng Qianfan was surprised. He just asked casually.
"When the gunshots rang, it was said that Mr. Wang was meeting guests. He was so scared that he almost knelt on the ground. Later, he hurriedly sent someone to find out the situation." Peter said with a wink.
Cheng Qianfan smiled. Wang Baihai was so scared by the gunshot that he almost knelt down. This naturally could not be true. The biggest possibility was that the citizens fabricated and keen on spreading.
Don’t underestimate the information in this detail. What does this mean? It shows what people want. It shows that Shanghai citizens do not welcome Wang Baihai and this traitor.
This is also the meaning of Zhao Yi’s death with mercy!
...
"Have you found out the identity of the assassin?" Umetsuzuzu asked with a gloomy face on the upper left.
The person responsible for the security and protection of Wang Baihai at Qiujiang Wharf is Mei Jinzhu on the upper left.
"Report Shaozuo, this is a reporter certificate found from the deceased." said the Japanese officer.
"Zhao Yi, Dongya Ilbo." Umejinsuo, the upper left, took the blood-stained reporter's certificate and looked carefully.
"Yes, Shaozuo, the East Asia Ilbo is on the list of allowed entry," said the Japanese officer.
In order to protect the safety of Wang Baihai, Japan set up two checkpoints at Qiujiang Wharf.
The first checkpoint checks for idle people to enter, and only reporters like Zhao Yi who are included in the newspaper office that are allowed to enter can enter.
Umezuzuzu nodded at the upper left, and there was a preliminary vein in his mind.
The first level was only checked for the reporter's certificate and did not search for the first time, which was why this person was able to pass the level successfully.
The second level is for body searching, and for this reason, the assassin was unable to hide the weapons he carried with him and could only attack the imperial soldiers.
"Check the authenticity of this reporter certificate." Umetsuzu said on the upper left.
"Shaozuo, we have captured Zhao Yi's accomplices." The Japanese officer said, and waved his hand.
...
"Taijun, it's unfair." Tang Hao, who was taken by Japanese soldiers, shouted in a hurry, "I am really not a member of Zhao Yi, I am just his boss, no, what I said is, I am his boss in the newspaper, I am..."
Umezuzuzuzu stared at the man who was anxious and didn't know what to say. He took out his gun and turned off his insurance and pointed at the other party, "Shut up, shout another word, I'll shoot!"
Tang Hao was still shouting like a duck with a jammed neck. He held back his words to shout, his eyes frightened.
"I asked, do you understand?" asked Umetsuzuzu on the upper left.
"Yeah, yeah." Tang Hao nodded.
"Your identity, your relationship with the assassin."
"I am Tang Hao, deputy editor-in-chief of Dongya Ilbo, and Zhao Yi is a reporter at the newspaper office."
"That person is really Zhao Yi?" Umejinzuzu asked at Zhao Yi's body on the upper left.
"Yes, Zhao Yi, that's right."
"How long has Zhao Yi been working in the East Asia Ilbo?" asked Umejinzuzu on the upper left.
"It's almost two years." Tang Hao said thinking.
"There is another question, where does Zhao Yi live?" Umejinzu, the upper left, asked in a deep voice.
"I don't know." Tang Hao shook his head.
He knew what the Japanese were going to do. Although he was not sure whether Chongqing had arranged Zhao Yi's family, he had no hesitation and tried his best to delay time.
He wants to be his own side.
"Don't you know?" Mei Jinzun on the upper left stared at Tang Hao's eyes, his eyes full of time.
"Mr. Officer, I really don't dare to lie, I really don't know." Tang Hao was frightened and his legs trembled. "I am the deputy editor-in-chief, he is a reporter. If you want to give gifts, you will come to my house. I..."
Seeing that Tang Hao was silent, he even said that he had accepted money from his subordinates. Mei Jinzuru nodded slightly on the upper left, and believed him a little.
"Go down." Umetsuzushu on the upper left waved his hand.
"Taijun, Taijun, I am innocent. I love the country of Japan. If you don't believe it, you can ask Mr. Akita, he knows me." Tang Hao wailed.
Umejinzu, the upper left, looked gloomy, "Quickly find out Zhao Yi's residence and arrest the relevant personnel."
"Hayi."
...
Mailan Pier.
Tao Yunhong followed two strange men onto the ocean ship of Swire Shipping.
Her eyes were filled with panic and confusion.
Not long after her husband left in the morning, the two men came to see him with a letter.
She read the letter, which was written by her husband Zhao Yi.
In the letter, Zhao Yi said that the letter was written last night in case of emergency.
On the way to the newspaper office in the morning, he made a decisive decision and asked these two friends to help escort her away.
"Yun Hong's wife, the situation is a bit bad. Before I was noticed, I can leave first before I can get out of here. I have arranged everything for my husband. Both of them are my friends. I have already told them to obey their arrangements. Remember, remember."
About half an hour later, amid the dark smoke that soared into the sky and the whistle that ran through the sky, the giant ship from Shanghai to Hong Kong set off.
"Sir, where is my husband?" Tao Yunhong waited for a long time, became more and more worried, and asked again and again.
The two looked at each other, knowing that they could no longer hide it. The most important thing was that the ship had set sail, which was considered to be out of danger. At this time, the important thing was to soothe Mrs. Zhao's emotions so as not to cause trouble.
"Mrs. Zhao, we have a letter from Mr. Zhao to you." One of them said.
"Where is the letter?" Tao Yunhong asked anxiously.
"Mrs. Zhao, I can give you my letter. You have to promise us and be calm."
"Where is the letter?" Tao Yunhong asked anxiously without caring about it.
"Mrs. Zhao, Mr. Zhao has something to tell you." Another person said in a deep voice, "You are a person with a body. Be calm when you encounter things because he is very worried about you."
"Okay, I'll calm down." Tao Yunhong swallowed, her face turned pale, and she nodded vigorously.
The two of the special love group looked at each other. One of them opened the wooden box, took out the letter from the mezzanine, and handed it respectfully to Tao Yunhong with both hands.
"Sister-in-law, this is the letter."
Tao Yunhong didn't notice that the other party's name had changed. She snatched the letter and took a look at it first, and the envelope read:
Yun Hong’s wife (reward).
It is Zhao Yi's name.
She trembled and pulled out the letter paper.
Look at it from the eye.
“Yunhong, my beloved wife:
This is my last letter with you.
I'm really sorry for hiding you for so long.
My National Revolutionary Army soldier was ordered to lurk in Shanghai and never betrayed the country and nation.
Yes, I am an anti-Japanese soldier, not a traitor!
Yun Hongwu’s wife, you are probably very happy to hear this news.
I'll be proud of me too.
I am also very proud to have a good wife.
My wife, let me tell you something, and I will die today.
When a man is born in troubled times, his family and country are in turmoil, he should do whatever he wants. It is our soldier's duty to wear a horse and a body.
Well, Yun Hong, my wife, I secretly told you that my heart is uneasy and afraid, not timid and only care about you and your children.
Just thinking about my death, my son (daughter) will not have to suffer death in the future. I hope you can be safe in the future.
This body has been granted the country, and it is hard to grant you any more.
Deeply guilty.
I die for the country and die as much as possible.
Thousands of words, this page cannot write down my thoughts and concerns about you.
Say goodbye here.
Yun Hong, my wife, you already have a body, don’t be too sad because of my death…
I feel guilty for my husband and owe you too much.
If we meet in the next life, if we do not abandon us, we will definitely be accompanied by our prime minister for atonement!
As husband, Zhao Yi.
The last stroke, the last one!
May 6th, 28th year of the Republic of China.”
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