Li Zhi stood by and listened to the conversation between the two Japanese generals, and his heart was turbulent wave after wave, and he seemed so insignificant in this bloody storm that was about to happen. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He knew that the team of 1,000 people of the Independent Regiment was just a hundred-legged worm, although it was dead but not stiff, but the result was still dead, and the entire county would still fall, maybe tomorrow, maybe the Independent Regiment could hold out longer.

Faced with the inevitable consequences, should you do something about it?

I already have the answer in my mind, and I will behead Muto before dawn tomorrow, which can be regarded as the last thing for myself and the party, and live up to my life's beliefs.

Returned to his bedroom and took out the dagger left on the battlefield in Wuhan from the bed, which was left to him by the head of the Wuhan underground party organization department at that time, how painful it was to live in light and darkness, but he survived.

By the faint light of the candle on the table, the snow-bright dagger continued to replay the sassy and heroic postures of the Communist Party soldiers one after another, and this strong latent soldier left tears.

A fountain pen, a piece of yellow paper, and what is surging in my heart is endless words to the party.

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To the noble communist spirit:

I volunteered to join the Communist Party of China, insisted on enforcing the party's discipline, was not afraid of difficulties and sacrifices, and fought to the end for the communist cause.

It is something I will never forget, a source of strength that sustains me in the black loneliness.

Since the Anti-Japanese War, too many familiar faces have fled before my eyes, despair, and died.

I am not afraid of death, and from the moment I receive the latent task, no, to be precise, the moment I join the party, I am ideologically prepared to die, which is a spiritual quality necessary to live in the revolutionary period.

Now I hesitate with the dagger, the corpses charred by artillery fire on the land of China, the screams and wails praying to live under the knife, the pair of wandering eyes devouring my heart, why? Why can I see such a scene and not fight, sacrifice, and use my blood to coagulate the broken mountains and rivers.

Whenever I think of this, I don't have the courage, and then in front of the devil, I can play a shameless dog to the fullest, but in front of the people, I don't dare to show a little bit of the appearance of a revolutionary, my heart hurts, even if I died at the gun of the devil that day, I still left the name of a traitor in the world.

I have completed the task given to me organizationally at the moment of the end of the Wuhan war, and I can firmly comfort myself that I am a great revolutionary soldier and a great Communist Party member, but do the Chinese people know you? They don't know, and many people don't even know what the Communist Party does, so how can I proudly promote myself.

All the people know that the devil is guilty, and the crime is unforgivable, the people know that the soil under their feet is loose, and the loose makes themselves unstable, as a believer in communism, should I put down all my achievements in the dark night, and continue to fight for the people in exchange for light? The answer is yes, and I did.

As the Japanese army marched south for three months, I saw too many patriots, and I can say without scruples that no Chinese are willing to be slaves, bandits are no longer bandits, they are anti-Japanese heroes, villagers are not villagers, they are anti-Japanese heroes, and the people know the truth that "the world rises and falls, and the husband is responsible."

You don't have to give them swords, guns, swords, and halberds, they have hoes, and they can separate the heads of devils with anger against them, so I don't have to shirk my responsibility.

As a qualified communist, I will never allow such a demon as a devil to be so presumptuous in the vast land of our country.

Wiping the dagger left by the leader, we Communists are like this incomparably sharp knife straight into the throat of the enemy, letting the blood of these brutes stain my faith red.

Tonight I decided to die, there is no choice, because I am shouldering the responsibility of saving the country and saving lives, if I succeed I can breathe a sigh of relief, if I fail, I can also breathe a sigh of relief, this happiness I have been looking forward to for a long time.

By the way, before I die, I still have two wishes, which can be regarded as my prayer to the party or the party's little comfort to me, a humble soldier!

After I die, I hope that my comrades can bury my body on the edge of the Wujiang River, the river here is too clear, I like this feeling of washing, remember to set up a monument for me, if you are more generous, it is still carved in stone, put it for a long time, if you are not rich, it is okay to write on the wooden board, but one thing must be written clearly: Communist fighter Li Zhi and not traitor Li Zhi.

It would be best if you put a bottle of good wine in front of the grave, I have participated in the battle for so many years, and I have never dared to drink, for fear of drinking too much and making mistakes, and I can't remember the taste of the wine clearly, but the gluttony in my mouth, I can only imagine saliva as wine.

Now I want to recommend a person like the organization, this person is called Liao Changsheng, he is a fearless man, he is more desperate than anyone else, he is patriotic, and he has no doubt about the feelings of the people, but the culture is a little low, the consciousness is not very in place, and there is a bull's temper, but these are not big things, I believe that under the influence of the party's advanced ideology, he will definitely become a qualified revolutionary fighter, and he must be a big killer of our party.

Therefore, I hope that the party organization will pay serious attention to this person and sincerely invite him to join our party.

Well, it's time to collect a few strokes, I hope that the candlelight in front of me can become the sun of tomorrow to re-illuminate the land of China, I hope to illuminate!

The revolutionary soldiers on the edge of the Wujiang River are waiting for the good news of all the people who have loved the lofty ideals.

Li Zhi, a member of the Communist Party of China, wrote the pen.

Li Zhi's pen stopped, the scene in his mind no longer appeared, the tears in the corners of his eyes dried up, and he spat out a mouthful of white gas on the snow-white dagger and pinned it to his waist.

Opening the door of the bedroom, the window of the corridor still has a faint afterglow that has not sunk.

Every step out of the bedroom was heavy, footsteps echoing through the empty hallway, and the determined warrior was about to play his last glory.

When I came to the door of the police station, I found that all the devils looked at me differently, but yes, I was just a failed slave and a fallen stupid dog in the eyes of the devils.

Li Zhi swallowed his teeth and endured it, politely showed a flattering look at these devil soldiers, and walked straight to the Muto lounge of the police station.

"It's so late, why don't you go back to rest?" Kameda said when he saw the traitor who had been waiting for so many years.

"I want to learn from General Muto!"

"It's okay, you're a progressive Chinese," Kameda said as he patted Li Zhi on the shoulder.