"Your name is Wang Xiong?" Zhao Lei asked the short man with a smile.
"Captain Zhao, that's right, I'm Wang Xiong, from Dawangzhuang.”Wang Xiong said with a smile.
"Who else is there at home?" Zhao Lei asked again.
"I'm the only one left at home. I have nothing to worry about, so I joined the army.”Wang Xiong replied.
"Is that so?" Zhao Lei laughed coldly and pointed at Wang Xiong's right index finger,"What's with the calluses on your hands?”
Wang Xiong's expression changed instantly, but he quickly returned to normal and said,""This cocoon is from doing farm work at home.”
"Haha! Did you get calluses on your index finger's belly from doing farm work? This is the first time I've heard of this. This is probably a cocoon that only occurs after shooting for a long time.”Zhao Lei questioned.
"Sir, you've misunderstood. I'm just a farmer. I've never fired a gun before. The calluses on my hands are really from doing farm work.”
Wang Xiong had an innocent expression as he said,"Sir, I'm just a farmer. I don't understand what you mean. If you don't want me, just say it.”
Zhao Lei laughed coldly. This Japanese guy was really good at using the trick of hurting himself. He was clearly a spy, but now he acted like a victim, trying to gain everyone's sympathy.
If he hadn't known beforehand that he was a spy, Zhao Lei would have been fooled by this Japanese's acting skills.
"I think you won't cry until you see the coffin!”
"Monk Duan Peng!" Zhao Lei shouted.
"Yes."
Tyrant and Duan Peng immediately stood behind Wang Xiong.
"Take off this kid's shoes.”Zhao Lei ordered.
"Yes." Tyrant and Duan Peng immediately began to move.
Wang Xiong was completely panicking now and hurriedly shouted,"You can't take off my shoes. You're bullying me. Is this how the 8th Route Army bullies people?”
When many recruits saw Zhao Lei's 'barbaric' actions, they immediately started criticizing him.
"Didn't the 8th Route Army say that they treat their soldiers well? Look at this officer bullying us commoners. It seems that they are similar to the National Fate Party. I'm thinking now whether I should join the Eighth Route Army or not.”A recruit whispered.
"Yeah, that's too much of a bully. I'm also taking a wait-and-see attitude.”Another recruit added.
……
Zhou Yuan hurriedly walked over and advised,"Copper, isn't it normal for a farmer to have a cocoon in his hand? Aren't you going too far by doing this? If the higher-ups found out, they would definitely blame them.”
"Old Zhou, just stand aside and watch. I'll definitely give you and the others a satisfactory explanation." Zhao Lei waved his hand.”
Seeing how confident Zhao Lei was, Zhou Yuan couldn't persuade him any further. He could only stand aside with a bitter expression.
At this moment, Wang Xiong's shoes had been taken off. His feet were very fair, not like the feet of a farmer. Moreover, the gap between his big thumbs was especially large. There were two marks on the back of his feet that extended backward from the gaps between his big thumbs. These were obviously marks that only came from wearing clogs.
Chinese people did not have the habit of wearing clogs.
"You're a Japanese spy, right?" Zhao Lei pointed at Wang Xiong's legs and said coldly.
"I'm from Dawangzhuang, I'm not Japanese.”Wang Xiong's expression changed drastically. He was no longer as confident as before when he argued.
"Then tell me, how did you get the clogs on your feet?”Zhao Lei sneered.
" This... I..." Wang Xiong stuttered for a long time without saying a word.
Only then did Zhou Yuan and the other recruits come back to their senses. It turned out that the reason why Zhao Lei had such an attitude towards Wang Xiong was because he was a Japanese spy.
"So this kid is a Japanese. Kill him.”A recruit roared.
"Captain Zhao is so amazing. He can tell who the spy is with one glance. I really admire him!”
……
The recruits were furious. They shouted to kill Wang Xiong, but they were stopped by Zhao Lei. Wang Xiong could not be killed. He was a spy, and there was still a lot of information on him that could be dug out. He could not die like this.
"What's wrong? Are you still not admitting that you're a spy? Believe it or not, I have a hundred ways to make you speak!”
Zhao Lei looked coldly at Wang Xiong and snorted,"What's your name? Which Japanese army are you from?"
"My name is Nagashima Xiongshilang, I'm from the Intelligence Division of the 4th Brigade of the Imperial Army of Japan. It's too scary to be an opponent with someone like you.”
Xiong Shiro of Nagashima, who was also Wang Xiong, looked at Zhao Lei with a hint of respect in his eyes."Zhao Sang, I'm very curious. How did you find out that I'm Japanese from the crowd?”
"I'll let you die in peace because I have the system!”
Zhao Lei naturally wouldn't say this out loud. He said,""Since you want to know so much, I'll tell you. First, it's the calluses on your hands. Second, it's what you said. We Chinese never call ourselves farmers. We only call ourselves farmers or farmers. Based on these two points, I'm sure that the third point is the clogs on your feet.”
"Zhao Sang, your observation is indeed meticulous. I admit defeat to you.”Nagashima Xiongshiro nodded at Zhao Lei.
"Take a few men with you and send this Japanese spy to the division headquarters. He must have a lot of information that the division headquarters would be interested in."”
"Yes, Captain. I'll send this Japanese to the division headquarters.”The monk straightened his body and saluted Zhao Lei.
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