When we met again, Zhao Ziming had changed greatly, his hair was long, he wore black leather jackets, breeches and leather boots, two guns at his waist, majestic, and more than a dozen brothers gathered around him, still playing the banner of the 13th Road of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Army, and was active in the suburbs of Nantai County, killing traitors and lackeys, robbing the rich and helping the poor.

"Ziming, go back, the organization has decided to reinstate your position, and consider your application to join the party." Ye Xuefeng said earnestly.

"A good man doesn't go back, and a good horse doesn't eat back grass." Zhao Ziming said.

"You have to think about Ye Wei, the child is about to be born, and you can't do it if you're not around." Ye Xuefeng Road.

"There's no way, the big man can't keep his wife for the rest of his life, I have something to do." Zhao Ziming unceremoniously refused.

A shout came from outside: "Commander, someone has brought." "A hooded fellow was brought in, and when he took off his hood, he was a fat old man with gray hair, dressed in satin, and his expression was calm.

"You are Chen Jiashang, the old wealth of Chen Guanzhuang?" Zhao Ziming looked at him and asked in a cold voice.

"It's the old man, who are you, why did you tie me up?" The old man's face did not change.

"I am Zhao Ziming, the day before yesterday I sent someone to your house to borrow a gun, not only did you give it but also injured my brother, you are guilty of traitor, you know no, now it's in my hands, what else do you have to say." Zhao Ziming said.

The old man was very tough: "If you kill me, I'm afraid you don't have the guts."

Zhao Ziming waved his hand, and his subordinates escorted the old man out, kicked him in the crook of his knee, and knelt beside a ditch outside the door.

"Bolt column, you do it." Zhao Ziming gave an order very casually.

The bolt pillar pulled out the box cannon, rubbed it on the belt, walked behind the old man and raised his hand to shoot it, and the person immediately planted it in the ditch, and the bolt pillar blew the muzzle gunsmoke, don't go back to his waist, and said: "Uncle, the execution is over." ”

Ye Xuefeng was stunned, this killing was too casual, he sincerely persuaded: "Ziming, you are sabotaging our party's united front policy, didn't I tell you these truths when I was in the Eighth Route Army, you must unite all forces to resist Japan, you will kill people at will like this, sooner or later you will harm yourself." ”

Zhao Ziming said: "I don't study much, don't give me a whole reason, I know one, those who don't support anti-Japanese resistance are traitors, and they should be killed, you finally come here, let's not talk about those who are not happy, come to people, prepare wine and food!" ”

In order to persuade Zhao Ziming to return to the team, Ye Xuefeng stayed to drink, the wine and food were sent from the tavern in the town, eight cold and eight hot, the wine was the best through the bottle, Zhao Ziming said: "Shopkeeper, how much?" ”

"Commander Zhao has seen the outside, a total of 500,000 yuan." The shopkeeper said with a smile.

"Bolt pillar, give money." Zhao Ziming was unequivocal.

Zhu Zhu took a stack of poorly printed banknotes and handed it over, and the restaurant owner actually took it, nodding his head: "Thank you, Commander Zhao." ”

The Guotong area uses fiat currency, the Japanese-occupied area uses reserve coupons, and the situation in Jiangbei is more complicated, and there are more Jiangbei tickets issued by the base area and the Guandi ticket issued by Chen Zikun's department, but they are all currencies issued on the basis of force and economy, Zhao Ziming is only a dozen people, and he dares to issue banknotes, which is bold enough.

Ye Xuefeng asked Zhao Ziming for a ticket to observe carefully, the quality of this banknote is extremely poor, it is actually printed on straw paper, the pattern is clumsy, it is a man riding a tiger, there is the word 10,000 yuan next to it, and the back is covered with Zhao Ziming's commander's seal, as well as the banknote number, which seems to be handwritten.

"This is called a tiger ticket, I'm not a tiger, I just got such a picture, what's the matter, majestic." Zhao Ziming said.

Ye Xuefeng said: "It's you who rides the tiger on this ticket, this money ...... Does it work? ”

"This money can be used, and no one in Nantai will dare not accept it." Cheng Xuanzhu said proudly.

Ye Xuefeng smiled bitterly and shook his head, he knew that Zhao Ziming and the Eighth Route Army were going farther and farther, and he was afraid that he would not be able to pull it back, but he still didn't want to give up the last hope.

"Ziming, come back with me, the army needs you."

Zhao Ziming waved his hand: "No, the team is strictly controlled, some people say irresponsible things when you kill a devil, my temperament is not suitable for following others, I have to be the commander myself, you can rest assured, I will never go against you, and when the Japanese are defeated, I will take my wife and children back to Beiping, buy a courtyard, and celebrate my birthday." ”

"Alright then, I won't force you." Ye Xuefeng picked up the wine bowl. "!"

"!" Zhao Ziming also picked up the sea bowl.

……

A few days later, Zhao Ziming received an invitation, someone in Majiazhuang married a daughter-in-law, invited him to go to the town, this kind of thing is very common, he happily went, drunk and drunk, someone proposed to go to the city to take a bath, asked him if he dared to go.

"! Lao Tzu in the county seat is flat, what dare not go. Zhao Ziming said disdainfully.

"Forget it, the city has been strictly investigated recently, the Japanese military police are not vegetarians, Commander Zhao, your head reward is 50,000 ocean miles, let's not go." Someone persuaded.

Zhao Ziming was originally an unbeliever, and he was even more bold when he got drunk: "Fart! What Japanese military police, in my eyes is hanging hair, go, shave your head and take a bath, not a single one. ”

A group of people went into the city like this, first found a shaving shop and sat down, the master helped them loosen their bones and knock their backs, the ancestral craftsmanship is not covered, a knock and knock, Zhao Ziming snored comfortably and fell asleep.

Seeing this, everyone quietly got up and left, and the head shaving master tied Zhao Ziming's hair to the chair and went out.

"Wake up, wake up." Zhao Ziming, who was in a daze, was awakened, and in front of him was a hideous face, with a yellow star on his tweed hat, Japanese!

The strength of the wine disappeared in an instant, Zhao Ziming reached out to touch the gun, both arms were tied, he couldn't even move his head, his hair was long, and he was tied to a heavy shaving chair.

Seeing him wake up, the Japanese smiled sadly: "Commander Zhao, I am Takayoshi Hashimoto, the captain of the Japanese military police, and I have admired your name for a long time. ”

Zhao Ziming sneered, his hands exerted force, the hemp rope broke, and he gave Takayoshi Hashimoto a punch on the face, which made his face full of flowers, he stood up with the chair on his back and jumped out of the window, the shaving chair was extremely heavy, and no matter how good the kung fu man was, he couldn't run with a chair on his back, the devils were afraid of his martial arts, and he had already prepared, and he just jumped out and faced a lime bag, and suddenly he couldn't see anything.

Zhao Ziming let out a long roar, swung the chair and smashed it, forcibly ripped off a piece of scalp, and the chair smashed into a detective agent, but more people rushed up and beat him with a wooden stick, Zhao Ziming grabbed a wooden stick, closed his eyes and waved it around, knocked over several people, but he couldn't see with his eyes, he was hit dozens of times on his back and head, and he fell down with exhaustion.

When he woke up again, he was already in the cell of the gendarmerie, his hands and feet were tied with steel shackles, and Captain Hashimoto personally interrogated: "Commander Zhao, I admire your heroism, if you hand over the intelligence of the Eighth Route Army, I will not only release you, but also recommend you to be the commander of the security forces in Nantai, what do you think?" ”

"Little devil, you dream, Lao Tzu is not a traitor even if he dies." Zhao Ziming's eyes widened angrily and he scolded endlessly.

Takayoshi Hashimoto nodded and said, "Sure enough, it's a hero, okay, I'll fulfill you." ”

The news of Zhao Ziming's arrest spread quickly, and the heroes of all walks of life in Jiangbei were shaken, whether it was the Eighth Route Army or the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Army, they all responded quickly, mobilized troops to prepare for the prison robbery, and the Japanese garrison in Beitai heard about it and instructed Hashimoto Takayoshi to execute him as soon as possible to avoid future troubles.

On the day of the execution, the devil dispatched a squadron to guard the scene, and ambushed a large group of troops outside the city to prevent someone from robbing the law field.

Zhao Ziming was escorted to the big stage of the county, tied up with five flowers, still majestic, the cold wind in early winter, the onlookers were silent, surrounded by devils and puppet armies, machine guns on the roof, big wolf dogs spit out blood-red tongues, eyeing tigers.

"Commander Zhao, sing one." I don't know who is clamoring down there.

Zhao Ziming coughed dryly and began to sing: "Changbanpo, Zhao Zilong, the Cao soldiers who killed all escaped ......one by one" The audience applauded.

"The head has a scar the size of a bowl, and Lao Tzu is a good man again after eighteen years!" Zhao Ziming looked up to the sky and roared, full of pride.

After Zhao Ziming was arrested, the brothers scattered and went to ask for the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Army and the Eighth Route Army.

Zhao Ziming continued to shout: "Dad, I am worthy of the ancestors of our Zhao family, I didn't disgrace your old man, we will get together in a while, and we will be father and son in the next life!" ”

There was another round of applause from the audience, Zhao Ziming's reputation was far and wide, and when he saw a real person today, he was really a tough guy.

Zhao Ziming then shouted: "Little sister, I can't stand you, if you follow me, it won't be a few days later, after I die, you can find a good family to marry." ”

"Son, dad can't stand you, you haven't been born yet, dad is gone, no way, dad can't be a bad seed."

The applause from the audience has thinned out, and some people have burst into tears.

Tears welled up in Zhao Ziming's eyes that were blinded by lime: "Bolt Zhu, don't do stupid things, uncle is useless, don't fold you in." Although he couldn't see clearly, he could feel that the bolt was under the stage.

Cheng Xuanzhu in the crowd held back tears and didn't say a word.

Takayoshi Hashimoto's iron-plated face showed a hint of admiration, he took off his tweed uniform shirt, wore only a white shirt, walked up to the stage with a saber, and read out Zhao Ziming's guilt, which the interpreter hastily flipped through on the side, nothing more than crimes such as sabotaging the common prosperity of Greater East Asia.

"Commander Zhao, I admire your bravery, so let you die decently, ordinary people are shot, take special care of you, behead you with the specifications of a samurai, I will execute you personally, my knife is fast, don't worry."

Takayoshi Hashimoto's Chinese words were very good, and Zhao Ziming nodded: "Okay, then thank you." ”

Hashimoto slowly pulled out his saber, the interpreter brought a bowl of wine, he fell down along the blade, cleaned the blade, Zhao Ziming shouted: "Good wine, good knife!" ”

"Commander Zhao, please kneel." Takayoshi Hashimoto said.

"That's not going to work, I can't die on my knees." Zhao Ziming shook his head.

"If you don't kneel, I'm not good at going under the knife."

"Oh, then I'll sit down." Zhao Ziming sat down cross-legged, and shouted angrily: "Old and young masters, you can see it clearly!" We'll see you again in 18 years! ”

Takayoshi Hashimoto is a master of swordsmanship, he swung his sword with both hands, the sword flashed, and Zhao Ziming's good head flew out, and the blood in the cavity spurted out more than a zhang high.

"What a quick knife, painful!" The decapitated head shouted to himself.

……

The Eighth Route Army Health Team, Ye Wei was taking the temperature of the wounded, and suddenly a sharp pain hit, everyone hurriedly helped her into the operating room, and brought Bai Ling over, and saw that the amniotic water was broken, and the child was going to be born prematurely, and after two hours of busyness, the baby was finally born, a healthy boy.

Ye Wei was lying on the bed, his face full of happiness, teasing the baby and saying to Bai Ling: "Sister Bai, it's a son, Ziming must be very happy to know, this dead ghost, I don't know where it is, did Ye Zheng send someone to find it?" ”

Bai Ling turned her face away, tears welled up in her eyes, and she said in a low voice, "I have sent someone to find it." ”

Today is the day of Zhao Ziming's execution, and everyone hides from Ye Wei and doesn't dare to let her know.