Over and over again, there are always a few questions back and forth, and Zhao Benliu is about to annoy Wang Liang. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wang Liang clearly explained the origin of the matter.

But helplessly, Zhao Benliu, the director of security, always chased Wang Liang and asked questions, as if waiting for a satisfactory answer.

Because he was blindfolded on the way to follow Zhao Benliu, Wang Liang didn't know where he had come.

But one thing Wang Liang can be sure of is that he is not in the division headquarters now.

It's a small dark room, there is no light, if it weren't for the kerosene lamp, it would definitely be black in both eyes, and you can't see anything.

"Director Zhao, aren't we at the headquarters of the 127th Division? I wonder where this is? Also, I won't answer any of your questions until I meet with Senior Commander Wang Ping or Political Commissar Yang Yuanshan. Wang Liang feels that this problem is a bit unusual.

Although there is no doubt that this Zhao Benliu is the Eighth Route Army, how can Wang Liang feel that this kid has a deep hostility towards him?

Also, Zhao Benliu has been using inducement methods in the process of questioning to guide Wang Liang to confess step by step.

There is a conspiracy, this is Wang Liang's first thought.

Now Wang Liang regrets a little, regretting that he shouldn't have followed this Zhao Benliu hastily.

Of course, it's too late to say anything now, and you can only take one step at a time.

pa!

Zhao Benliu slapped the table as soon as he slapped it, looking very angry.

"Wang Liang, haven't you explained your problem clearly? Want to see the division commander and political commissar? You're afraid you don't have that chance! Do you think we're still in the dark? You should honestly explain your own problems clearly and strive for leniency from the organization! Zhao Benliu said to Wang Liang angrily.

This made Wang Liang very puzzling, his own problem? Do you have any questions?

"My problem, what's my problem?"

"Hmph, don't you admit it now? Were you a Kuomintang before?! Are you the director of Jiang Guangtou's adjutant office?! Do you think organizations don't know anything about your history? Do you think you can hide it from the organization? Zhao Benliu asked Wang Liang with a victor's attitude.

Wang Liang instantly understood, it turned out to be this thing.

Then he explained: "Director Zhao, Master Wang Ping and Political Commissar Yang Yuanshan know the reason for this matter very well, if you bring them here, they will give you a reasonable explanation." ”

Zhao Benliu waved his hand, interrupted Wang Liang's words, and said, "Okay, Wang Liang, don't quibble anymore." The facts are already clear, and there is no need for the division commander and the political commissar to inform, they are all blinded by you. As for this matter, it is the responsibility of our security department, and we have our own way of dealing with it. ”

Zhao Benliu's words made Wang Liang feel a faint sense of unease in his heart.

What does it mean that there is no need to inform the division commander and commissar?

Wang Liang studied military history, and the Red Army also went through many detours in its history, such as some movements.

This Zhao Benliu, shouldn't he execute himself in secret?

It's too unjust to die by yourself.

It is impossible for Wang Liang, who studied military history, not to know about that period of history.

Because of some wrong decisions, many high-ranking cadres with the qualifications of lieutenant generals, generals, and even generals were executed at the time of the founding of the country.

Wouldn't you be so unlucky?

Wang Liang's heart was pounding, he still wanted to be the founding general? You can't just die.

Just when Wang Liang was still thinking about this problem, he only heard Zhao Benliu say to the two soldiers beside him: "Take it out and execute it." ”

The two soldiers came up and set up Wang Liang without saying anything.

Because his hands and feet were tied with ropes, Wang Liang had no power to fight back at all.

Break free of the rope and run away?

Wang Liang didn't think so, but this is not that kind of anti-Japanese drama after all, obviously these fighters are very experienced, and the rope is tied very dead, let alone breaking away, even if you pull the knife, it will take a long time to pull the knife.

The eyes were also blindfolded again.

From Zhao Benliu's words and the actions of the two soldiers, Wang Liang knew very well in his heart that he was going to be shot.

Thinking about it, Wang Liang felt aggrieved, but he didn't expect to come back and not die under the devil's bayonet, but actually died in the hands of his own people.

It's really sad.

A cool breeze blew, and it was taken outside.

The snow on the ground has not yet spoken.

Walk crunching.

After walking about two or three hundred meters, the two fighters stopped.

It was Zhao Benliu who shouted to stop, and then Wang Liang heard the familiar sound of bullets being loaded.

Things have developed to this point, and Wang Liang really has nothing to say.

It can only be said that it is because of the stupidity and ignorance of a very small number of people that a precious talent like himself died in vain.

Wang Liang is not afraid of death, from the time when he sacrificed himself to save people in the previous rescue operation of the Oriental Star, it doesn't matter if he dies.

But Wang Liang is unwilling, he hasn't killed the devil yet, the devil hasn't been driven out of China, the devil hasn't been killed, how can he die easily?

"Ah!!h The more he thought about it, the more unhappy he became, Wang Liang shouted loudly, wanting to vent all the depression and melancholy in his heart.

Zhao Benliu held a cigarette in his mouth and motioned for the two soldiers to take off Wang Liang's blindfold.

"Alright, it's time to hit the road." As he spoke, the pistol was slowly raised and pressed against Wang Liang's head.

Wang Liang closed his eyes and waited quietly for the gunshot.

He didn't know what would happen to him when he died, crossing again?

But nothing matters at this moment.

The silence was terrifying, and the sound of pulling the trigger seemed to be audible.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out, and the birds in the forest were startled.

The gun was fired by Zhao Benliu, but Wang Liang didn't have anything to do.

Wang Liang opened his eyes, and he was still alive.

To be precise, Zhao Benliu's shot was crooked.

圪垯. 圪垯. Round...

Then there was the sound of horses' hooves.

"Phew!"

Two men galloped on horseback, one was Wang Ping, and the other was Wang Ping's guard.

Wang Liang understood, it was not Zhao Benliu's gun, but that at that moment, Wang Ping's guards threw a stone, knocking the muzzle of Zhao Benliu's gun aimed at him crooked.

That's how he saved his life.

"Master Wang, why are you here?" Zhao Benliu looked at Wang Ping in surprise and asked.

"How did I get here? I would like to ask you, why did you arrest my men without saying hello and shoot them in secret? ”

Wang Ping and the guards dismounted, and the guards stepped forward to untie the rope tied to Wang Liang's body.

"I... The evidence is conclusive, Master Wang, Wang Liang is indeed the Kuomintang..."

"Okay, shut up, Wang Liang, you are a comrade who can stand the test. You go to the political office and someone will explain the situation to you. In the future, this kind of disgraceful thing will be done for Lao Tzu without a damn damn! (To be continued.) )