Sun Minghui stood on a stool and brandished the gun in his hand and ordered: "Men over thirty years old, go clean up the battlefield and collect corpses, men under thirty years old go to repair the gate and wall, women hand over all the weapons and knives in the house, and leave a piece of contraband, and blame me for it." ”

Jumped off the stool and said to Song Zhipeng: "You arrange, bury people farther away, we will use this place as a stronghold in the future, don't make a grave nearby." ”

"A stronghold here? So what are we going to do in Yichun County? Song Zhipeng simply didn't understand Sun Minghui's train of thought.

"Nima, think about it with your brain, we can garrison thousands of troops in Yichun County? Don't you scare Zhang Zuolin up? Sun Minghui pointed to his head and said.

This Song Zhipeng doesn't know how the boss likes him, he has no brains at all, and such a simple question still needs to be asked.

Zhu Renshan trotted all the way over, this guy is a highly talented student of Yanyang Military Academy, and the boss personally selected him to be stuffed into the team in the Northeast, wanting to temper him here.

"Chief Sun, we found a detailed map of the Northeast in an office in this reclamation site."

When Sun Minghui heard this, he immediately jumped up: "Where is it?" Zhu Renshan, you take me there. ”

A Japanese-style wooden house, made of logs unique to Tohoku, with a thick wooden door open and a solid wooden floor. Sun Minghui looked around, it was a standard office, a desk and four wooden chairs, and on the wall hung a full-size 10,000:1 military map of Northeast China.

The map is marked with the names of various places in Japanese, and if you look closely at all the rivers and roads, the contour lines are marked in great detail. Even a few nearby reclamation sites are marked on it.

"You go and bring Jiro Higashiyama here." Sun Minghui instructed Zhu Renshan.

This map is so useful that they have been looking for a detailed map of the Northeast to no avail, and the map in their hands is simply rubbish, and even the distance between counties is not allowed, let alone mountains, rivers and roads. Without a map to weaken their movements, planes did not dare to come, and military deployments could only move by first understanding the terrain.

After a while, Jiro Higashiyama pushed the door in sweat, his body was covered with mud, he took off his muddy shoes in front of the door, and walked carefully barefoot in front of Sun Minghui.

"Sir, you called me?"

Sun Minghui nodded and motioned for him to sit down on the wooden chair, took out a pack of beautiful brand cigarettes from his pocket, threw one to Jiro Higashiyama, and looked at Zhu Renshan's eager eyes and smiled.

"Renshan, you can smoke one too, it's been a few days since the fire was broken."

"Sir Sun, the fire is not broken, the key is that the cigarettes of the Oriental people are really fucking difficult to smoke, the smoke smell is light and full of smoke stalks, and this big cigarette roll in the Northeast can choke to death if you smoke it." As soon as Zhu Renshan mentioned cigarettes, he came to fire.

Higashiyama Jiro sat in a chair, cigarette in hand, not sure whether to light it or not, although he had a box of matches in his pocket.

"Huh? Jiro Higashiyama you don't have fire? Sun Minghui asked.

"Yes, I don't dare to smoke in front of the chief."

Zhu Renshan glared at him and said viciously: "Fucking nonsense, let you smoke you, where is the nonsense." ”

Higashiyama Jiro was frightened by Zhu Renshan's voice, and his hands trembled and he reached into his pocket and took out matches, but he didn't draw five or six in a row. Finally, I lit a cigarette and took a puff, choked again, and coughed repeatedly.

"Jiro Higashiyama, whose office is this?"

"Sir, this is the regimental commander's office, the one who talked to you and was killed by you."

"What did he do in the East before he came to the Republic of China?" Sun Minghui asked.

"Report to the chief, the regiment commander used to be a retired officer in China, and I heard others say that the specific official rank is Zhongzuo, and he came to Heilongjiang because the military department appointed him to be the head of the reclamation regiment."

"Oh, where did this map come from?"

"The origin of this map is a bit tortuous."

"Don't fucking chirp crookedly, pick up the key answers." Zhu Renshan complained on the side.

"It was brought back by the regiment commander who went to Lushun's comrades-in-arms in the first half of the year, and I heard the regiment commander say that it was a new map drawn in the first half of this year."

Sun Minghui looked at Higashiyama Jiro with interest and said, "What is your position in the reclamation regiment?" ”

Higashiyama Jiro lowered his head and said a word, and the room was quiet. Sun Minghui stood in front of the map and looked at it carefully with a magnifying glass, ignoring Higashiyama Jiro.

Sun Minghui didn't know how many stubborn people he had interrogated, which was nothing in Sun Minghui's eyes.

The atmosphere in the room became oppressive, and beads of sweat from Jiro Higashiyama's forehead dripped down his face and splashed on the floor, causing a noise in the quiet room.

"Sir, I haven't harmed anyone in the Northeast, and I don't have any lives on my hands."

"I'm asking you about your position in the Reclamation Regiment."

"Report to the chief, I am the deputy head of the reclamation regiment."

Sun Minghui nodded, snorted and continued to look at the map, Zhu Renshan's eyes glared at Higashiyama Jiro, thinking that this guy was very cunning and had not said his position until now.

Sun Minghui sat down at his desk and opened all the drawers, the papers inside were scattered on the desk, and a delicate pistol rolled down from the drawer.

It's a small* gun that's only 114mm long, which is much shorter than the palm of his hand. The four-inch Browning pistol is inlaid with two diamonds and two sapphires on the upper part of the handle.

"This gun was the pistol of a Russian nobleman captured by the regiment commander during the Russo-Japanese War, and he always carried it with him, and it was a gift pistol made in Belgium." Jiro Higashiyama explained.

Hearing what Jiro Higashiyama said, Sun Minghui put the pistol aside.

"You are the deputy head of the reclamation regiment, you should always know if any of the more than 1,000 people under your command have committed any lives in the northeast, don't tell me you don't know."

Sun Minghui continued to look at the document after speaking, he should not be able to read a word, he did not know anything about Japanese.

Higashiyama Jiro's legs began to tremble, he now seemed to be facing a vicious wolf, pressing over step by step, not to mention that he could pass this level.

"Report sir, one of them has a homicide in the Northeast."

Sun Minghui didn't raise his head and said, "Renshan, take him to find out the person, give him a pistol with a bullet, and let him carry out the execution before bringing him over." ”

"Sir, I can't, how can I face his family in the future? How can I go back to China in the future? Higashiyama Jiro knelt in front of Sun Minghui.

"Higashiyama Jiro has only two choices, either you will redeem their lives yourself, or you will kill them with your own hands. I'll give you ten minutes to think about it. ”

The room fell silent again, and the sound of Sun Minghui flipping through the papers and the sound of the hands of the large hanging clock hanging on the wall could be heard. Jiro Higashiyama sat slumped on the floor, his right hand supporting his body, his eyes glazed over.

Zhu Renshan looked at him with pity and said, "Higashiyama Jiro, those people committed unforgivable sins by themselves, do you not want to think about it or how can you use your life to help them pay it back?" ”

Sun Minghui raised his head and frowned, and said, "Higashiyama Jiro looks at your appearance, what kind of Japan will you rely on us to mix back in the future?" Originally, Japan sent you here to abandon you. It's better to change your identity in the Republic of China than now, I'll stop here, why should I decide to take it myself. ”

Higashiyama Jiro stood up weakly, thought for a while, and then showed a decisive look and said, "Chief Higashiyama Jiro's life will be yours from now on." ”

After speaking, he followed Zhu Renshan out of the office, Sun Minghui knew that as long as Higashiyama Jiro took this step, only by following him could he have a safety guarantee. He smiled and continued to dig through the desk drawer, and he put very few banknotes and silver dollars directly into his pocket.

Carefully remove the map from the wall, fold it, and pack it in a document bag. An officer was called and instructed him to immediately send the map and the gift pistol back to the Dragon King Temple through secret channels, and immediately after the map was translated, a batch of them was printed and sent over, and the gift pistol was a gift for the proprietress .

Pick up the old devil's white porcelain teacup, make a cup of tea with the old devil's tea leaves, and enjoy it. As soon as the tea was drunk, Zhu Renshan came in with Higashiyama Jiro, Sun Minghui glanced at Zhu Renshan, Zhu Renshan nodded, meaning that Higashiyama Jiro had finished his work.

"Higashiyama Jiro sits down and finds his own cup to make tea to drink."

People are like this, as long as they take that step, they don't have any worries, Higashiyama Jiro is completely in favor of Sun Minghui, and he can only follow Sun Minghui.

Higashiyama Jiro made a cup of tea by himself, and he didn't forget to help Zhu Renshan make a cup of tea and handed it over.

"It's okay to smoke a cigarette." Sun Minghui was familiar with this set of cars, and knew how to appease him at that point, so he handed the cigarette case on the table to Jiro Higashiyama.

"Who else is in the house?"

"I have a wife and two children, both here."

"Don't worry, I'll keep you safe, and I'll give you permission to manage this group. How old is the child? ”

"Sir, the eldest child is five years old this year, and the younger one is just over a year old."

"Well, a school will be built here before the end of the year, but Japanese will no longer be taught, and all will be taught in Chinese, I will tell you in advance, and your children can also enter school for free."

"Sir, I don't want to stay here anymore, I want to change places."

"Don't worry, don't worry, as long as you really do things for us, we will consider it, and help us manage it first." Sun Minghui threw out a few jelly beans to Jiro Higashiyama.

Sun Minghui repeated the question of the fourth elder, whether there are any superiors here and whether there is a fixed contact time, and I don't know if the Oriental people originally adopted the model of the central reclamation group to manage the surrounding small reclamation points.

The Fourth Sect does not have a nominal higher authority, but every other month, the Oriental Wisdom Reclamation Mission will send someone to the Fourth Reclamation Group to check on the Fourth and write a report to the consulate in Mukden.

Here, a detailed report is written every three months and mailed to the Mukden Consulate, and the general report is written by Jiro Higashiyama and sent to the head of the reclamation regiment for stamping and sending.

"When is the next time you write it?"

"As required by the end of September."

"The consulate doesn't send anyone to check it?"

"No one wants to come to this kind of local consulate, it's too far away and there is no oil and water."

"How many reclamation sites do you have in charge?"

"Six, we are the largest reclamation regiment in Yichun, and the personnel are mostly and well-organized, so this piece is all managed by us."