"Who is it?"
Zhang Zhizhong said in a deep voice. Although he was a little unhappy that his interest had been swept away, it was still something worth celebrating. He still opened the door and prepared to tell the good news to the people below.
After all, the war had been going on for so long, and everyone had been very depressed because of the war. It had been a long time since they had heard such an exciting thing.
However…
As soon as he opened the door, he saw the adjutant looking anxious.
"Commander, the reporters from the major newspapers outside want to interview you.”
"Interviewing me?" Zhang Zhizhong was puzzled. Could it be that this group of reporters had predicted the future? This was too exaggerated.
After all, he was the first person to get the news. How did these reporters know about it?
With doubts, Zhang Zhizhong put on his coat and walked downstairs.
However, as soon as he arrived downstairs, he was surrounded by a large group of reporters. The reporters in the audience all said,
"General Zhang, is there any urgent news from the front line? As the Songhu Humanities Society newspaper, we have the right to know the truth of the battlefield at the first moment. If our army is strong, we can evacuate the crowd as soon as possible.”
Who didn't know how to say beautiful words? Not all the reporters were reporters. There were also spies sent by the devils to steal information from Songhu City.
When Zhang Zhizhong heard this, he frowned and said,
"If you want to know the truth about the battlefield, why don't you become a war reporter?”
The man was speechless.
Another reporter asked," General Zhang, but the war at the front line is tight. Our Tianhua News Agency can gather supplies for the frontline army. Mr. Du has already prepared a lot of supplies, but we can't send them up. If necessary, our news agency can launch a volunteer activity.”
"That's right, General Zhang. The enemy is ferocious. At this time when our country is in danger, ordinary people still have the responsibility to protect our land, let alone us?”
"That's right…"
Everyone started talking again. Zhang Zhizhong smiled and waved his hand.
"Alright... Alright…Alright!"
"I, Zhang, appreciate everyone's good intentions, but today…Forget it... We should celebrate this exciting event and boost the morale of our army.”
As he spoke, Zhang Zhizhong smiled and said,"
"Gentlemen, I have an important announcement to make today.”
After saying that, Zhang Zhizhong whispered a few words to the adjutant. When the adjutant heard this, he hurriedly left.
Seeing the adjutant leave in a hurry, everyone was puzzled. What was so mysterious?
"What is it?"
"Are the other countries going to help our country?”
"I don't know either. Looking at General Zhang's expression, it might be a good thing.”
"It can't be that our army won a great battle, right?”
Everyone was puzzled. The last person scratched his head and immediately rolled his eyes. This person also resentfully closed his mouth.
At this moment, Zhang Zhizhong said,"
"During the battle at Huishan Port, the 17th Brigade used the strength of a regiment to successfully annihilate a Japanese regiment. They also killed the son of the Japanese prince, Yamaguchi Hideo, and seized a sword from the prince!”
The moment the news came out, it instantly caused a huge earthquake.
The reporters were stunned at first, but then they exploded. Countless people's blood boiled as they recorded this shocking news.
The reporter who had been rolled his eyes was also inexplicably excited at this moment. This was a sense of national pride.
The first reporter who spoke had a dark expression on his face. He couldn't believe it. He subconsciously said,
"How is this possible? Didn't the news say that Yamaguchi Hideo was escorted by the elites of the Itagaki Regiment? How could something have happened…"
"What are you talking about?" A reporter looked at him in surprise.
At this moment, everyone quieted down. A reporter said,"How do you know so much about the Japanese's deployment? Could it be that you are…"
At this point, everyone came to a realization and hurriedly surrounded him.
Seeing that his identity had been accidentally exposed, that person no longer pretended and said coldly and arrogantly,
"I'm a reporter from the Wei Nation, Yamashita Takeo. Although it's wartime, how could you attack a civilian? According to the Convention of the United Nations, this is a disguised form of torture!”
"Oh? Then I would like to ask, Mr. Yamashita, how do you explain my adjutant finding the radio station in your place? Also, what is your right hand touching?”Zhang Zhizhong was puzzled.
Long before this, he had received news that the Japanese had arranged spies in the city.
As they spoke, a team of soldiers rushed in and grabbed the man, retrieving a Browning pistol from him.
Seeing that he could no longer defend himself, the Japanese hurriedly said,
" I admit that I'm the major of the Far East Special Task Force. I surrender, and I'm already a prisoner of war. According to the third category of the Convention on the Treatment of Prisoners of War, article 43, you can't abuse, torture, discriminate, or wantonly kill prisoners of war. You have to give me the respect that prisoners of war deserve and give us human rights. After the war ends, you have to release me unconditionally.”
"Not bad, little brat. You're quite familiar with the Vienna Convention.”Zhang Zhizhong sneered.
but...
"According to the provisions of the Convention, the legal armed personnel who fall under the power of the enemy during war and armed conflict, including regular and guerrilla combat armed personnel.
However, enemies like you who have snuck into our rear shouldn't be considered legal combatants.
What does the whole world call people like you? Are you spies?
Regarding the treatment of spies, I think all countries treat them the same!
Tell me, how do you want to die?"
When Yamashita Fengwu heard this, he panicked. His forehead was covered in cold sweat. Looking at Zhang Zhizhong who was approaching him step by step, he knelt down and said,
"I surrender…I said... I'll tell you whatever you want to know!”
(I'm so tired of writing. Brothers, can I take a break? If you want me to continue adding more, then just pop a bubble…His hands were already sore…It can be seen that I have about 2000 words in one piece…)
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