A document was already placed on Dai Yunong's desk. This was a personal information, and there was a photo next to it.
"This person is the director of the puppet government of Luxi supported by the Japanese. From the intelligence, the Japanese trust him very much. Not only did they give him power, but they also sent Japanese soldiers to protect him day and night.
A few days ago, he extorted the local rich families to get military rations for the Japanese. It will be difficult for us to assassinate him.”
A commander in charge stood in front of Dai Yunong and said in a low voice.
"Difficult? How difficult?"
Dai Yunong looked up at him and asked.
"There's about a small group of Japanese soldiers protecting him. There are about 1300 Japanese soldiers in the city and a few hundred puppet soldiers.
If one wanted to assassinate this person, they had to get close to him. However, he was very cautious and ordinary people could not get close to him.”
Dai Yunong frowned after hearing this.
" No matter how difficult it is, we have to do it. Go down and make some arrangements. Since the Japanese think so highly of this person, if we kill him, I think it will be a great deterrent to those traitors who have defected to the enemy."
Dai Yunong said lightly. After the war began, the work intensity of the Military Command Bureau increased. Up until now, they had already eliminated many traitors who were evil.
Now, another person had appeared, and he was someone that the Japanese valued very much. He did not mind killing another traitor.
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"Battalion Commander Xiang, I'll leave these matters to you. I know you hate me, hate me, and look down on me. You think I'm a traitor, a traitor who works for the Japanese.
I don't care what you think. I just hope that you can seriously implement it and let these refugees have food to eat. I am guilty, but these people are innocent.
They had suffered undeserved disasters and become refugees in this chaotic world. They were like the floating grass on the river that had no fixed residence and no food and clothing. They were innocent.”
Liu Chuan said to a burly man from Sichuan beside him. He was about 1.7 meters tall, a typical southern man, but his left palm was missing. He had been blown up by a bomb on the battlefield.
He was the battalion commander of the temporary 205th Division and the highest ranking person among the captured Sichuan soldiers.
There were about a hundred soldiers of the Sichuan Army who were injured and captured. Some of the relatively lighter injuries, such as Liu Ximing and the battalion commander Xiang Menghe, had lost their arms and palms, but they could now walk for a while.
Some of the more seriously injured ones had lost a leg or a foot. They could not walk yet and were still in the hospital.
Liu Chuan went to the hospital to look for Xiang Menghe and the others who could walk and keep an eye on things. The disaster relief had to continue. Before the officials were done, there was no one to use. After thinking about it, only the injured and captured Sichuan soldiers could be trusted.
"I know that I am not ashamed to be with you, and I am even more ashamed to talk to you. But the people are innocent. I'm not working for you, nor am I working for the Japanese. I'm working for the people now.
I will let my brothers distribute these rations, you don't need to ask.”
Xiang Menghe said lightly. He didn't look at Liu Chuan. He was afraid that he couldn't help but kill Liu Chuan. As an experienced officer, whenever he thought of his brothers who had died at the hands of the Japanese, his heart ached.
Liu Chuan laughed. He didn't care about what these people thought of him. He was numb to being called a traitor. What he needed was for the Sichuan army to continue the disaster relief.
Liu Chuan got into the car and left. After he left, Xiang Menghe turned his head slightly to look at Liu Chuan's back as he left. He only saw the Japanese soldiers behind him, who puffed up their cheeks and turned their heads.
As he sat in the car, he was thinking about something. None of the officials in the fake government supported by the Japanese were good. They were all traitors.
It was faster than anyone else to take money, and it was harder for them to do things than to ascend to the heavens. It was impossible to rely on them alone to settle the people and restore production. There had to be someone supervising them.
With someone watching over them and a knife hanging over their heads, perhaps the situation would be better ~
At the thought of this, a thought appeared in Liu Chuan's mind. What if he let the Japanese supervise him? He remembered that there was such a record in history.
It was said that in the city occupied by the Japanese, people used to randomly squeeze on the streetcar. Later, the Japanese could not stand it and held a big club to maintain order. Whoever squeezed would be hit by the club.
Soon, the order in the city returned to normal. No one dared to squeeze. The war was over, and the Japanese surrendered. Without anyone to restrain them, these people began to squeeze randomly again.
Of course, Liu Chuan didn't know whether this was true or not, but he knew that he could let the Japanese monitor these traitors. Weren't they afraid of the Japanese?
Then let the Japanese supervise them. Thinking of this, Liu Chuan's heart began to feel alive. In that case, it was really possible to let the Japanese supervise.
The car stopped and they arrived at the government building. Liu Chuan got out of the car and looked around. Just as he was about to enter the building, he suddenly felt uneasy. A soldier's intuition told him that it was dangerous. His body instinctively tilted to the left.
A gunshot rang out as a bullet hit Liu Chuan's left shoulder. Blood flowed out and dyed his clothes red.
A sharp whistle sounded, and the guards around them blew their whistles. The people on the street ran away in a panic. The soldiers set up their machine guns to cover them, and the rest of the soldiers searched in groups of three. A few veterans quickly locked onto the assassin's position and rushed towards a building with their men.
On the third floor of a building, a young man angrily slammed the window. He quickly put away his weapon and turned to leave the room.
This was the first time Liu Chuan had been shot. He was in so much pain that he almost fainted. A Japanese military doctor walked over with a medical kit and pulled down Liu Chuan's left sleeve, revealing the spot where he had been shot. He took out medicine and gauze while reaching out to touch Liu Chuan's back.
"This is a penetrating wound. The Empire's standard rifle is used, so its penetrating power is high. It's not a big deal. Bear with it ~"
As the Japanese military doctor spoke, he quickly bandaged Liu Chuan's wound. Needless to say, the Japanese military doctor's explosive technique was quite good. He was fast and bandaged it in a few moves.
After Liu Chuan was bandaged, Chiba Daiwa, the major, rushed over with his men.
"What happened? What happened?"
Chiba Yamato had heard the whistle and brought his men here, so he didn't know what was going on.
Tarou Watanabe ran to his side and explained, and Chiba Yamato finally understood.
" These damn assassins, seal the city and search for anyone suspicious."
Hearing that Liu Chuan had been assassinated, Chiba Yamato was shocked. He usually looked down on Liu Chuan, but he was still the Regiment Commander's student.
This was also someone the Regiment Commander had pushed to the front. If anything happened, he would definitely be punished. At that time, Eternal Turtle Shiro might even pull him in as a scapegoat.
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