noffsinger Chapter 810: Evidence? This is the evidence!
Chapter 810: Evidence? This is the evidence!
Just as the people were preparing to celebrate, a group of policemen in black and secret agents in Zhongshan suits rushed over, holding batons or pistols, and forced the people to leave.
"Why are you causing trouble? Get out of here right now!"
Facing batons and pistols, the common people held their necks high and shouted at these bluffing policemen:
"Officer, aren't you Chinese? Didn't you hear the battle report from Pingshun just now? Dozens of Japanese officers were killed, including the commander of the 68th Division, a lieutenant general!"
"That's right, officer. Isn't it worth setting off some firecrackers for such a big happy event?"
These policemen were also born and raised by their parents and are Chinese citizens with flesh and blood. Of course they also heard the broadcast, but they have orders from above not to allow them to gather or celebrate!
"Brother, how about we go somewhere else?"
The police tried to leave but were stopped by the agents.
"Assholes, have you forgotten your orders? Disperse them immediately. No celebrations are allowed, let alone setting off firecrackers!"
The police were furious when they saw the secret agents bossing people around. They were given such an order early in the morning, asking them to disperse the people and use batons and other means.
But after beating and arresting people, the spies just patted their butts and left, and the remaining policemen had to continue to face the ordinary people around them. From now on, they may not even be able to eat a hot bun when they go out!
"Okay, okay, we maintain order!"
Several policemen simply held hands to separate the civilians and the spies to prevent conflict between them, otherwise it would be difficult to explain.
The secret agent watched helplessly as the people continued to cheer, and became so angry that he drew his gun and shot into the air!
"Bang bang bang!"
The common people thought it was a spy who opened fire, and they were so scared that they immediately squatted on the ground. At this time, a figure walked over and looked coldly at the spy who was holding the gun.
"Put your broken weapon away. You weren't even born when I was playing with guns!"
When the spy saw that it was his old acquaintance Li Zongren, he immediately put down his gun and said timidly:
"General Li, we are just following orders."
"On orders? On whose orders? I want to see who is brave enough to arrest these people who are celebrating the national day!"
The spies looked left and right, and finally seemed to push and choose a leader.
"General Li, we received a tip that someone here is spreading false news, saying that a senior enemy general was killed. There is no actual evidence, and it is just nonsense. Once it is verified, it will easily have a counterproductive effect and affect confidence in the war of resistance!"
When Li Zongren heard this, he realized that there must be a master behind the scenes directing this, otherwise these country bumpkins would never have thought of such an explanation.
"Haha, evidence? Why do we need evidence? Is it necessary for the Independent Column to lie?"
The spies looked at each other in bewilderment. The rhetoric taught by their superiors ended here. There was no follow-up. How should they continue?
Just as he was hesitating, a thin figure walked over and glared at the police and the secret agent.
"General Li, I didn't expect to see you here. It's true that wherever there's excitement, you're there!"
"Haha, Mr. Bray is here to watch the fun too? What a coincidence, isn't it?"
Li Zongren was not impressed by Chen Bulei. Since ancient times, military generals have looked down on civil officials, especially those of their opponents!
"Haha, just now I heard General Li asking from afar why the independent column lied. They don't know the reason, but you don't know it either? Isn't it just to show off their strength, and then take the opportunity to move south and expand their sphere of influence to Hunan and Guangxi?"
Faced with ridicule and sarcasm, Li Zongren did not get angry but laughed instead. He looked at Chen Bulei with some amusement, and then pointed to the street that was already surrounded by people.
"Mr. Bray, this street is the largest street in Chongqing, and it is crowded with people. Do you dare to say these words again in good conscience?"
Chen Burei didn't expect that Li Zongren didn't debate with him, but directly played the conscience card, which made it difficult for him to respond.
Although he has been trapped in the political situation and cannot extricate himself, he still has the pride and nobleness of a scholar. He cannot lie in front of so many people!
"Huh! General Li, regardless of whether my speculation is right or not, can you prove that what was said in the Pingshun broadcast is true?"
The people around also calmed down and seemed to have discovered the problem.
Pingshun Radio is the main force of the Independent Column's propaganda. If they really want to expand their influence, it is very likely to be a scam as Chen Bulei said.
When Li Zongren saw the expectant eyes of the people, he felt as if he had become a magnifying glass under the sun. No, it was the ant being focused by the magnifying glass, feeling extremely hot.
"My fellow countrymen, please wait a moment! You want evidence? I will show you the evidence right away!"
There was an uproar at the scene. Should we wait for evidence?
Forget it, if it’s true, just wait!
If it's fake, just treat it like rotten eggs!
After more than ten minutes, the whispers at the scene turned into a commotion, and the spies hiding in the crowd began to shout.
"Do you have any evidence? If you don't have any evidence, then you are a liar!"
"That's right. I never thought that our democratic general would become a running dog and accomplice of the Independence Column, and join them in exploiting our patriotic enthusiasm!"
"Down with Li Zongren! Down with Li Zongren!"
Li Zongren saw that the situation was becoming increasingly difficult to control, and he looked anxiously to the other end of the street, until he finally saw a car forced to stop outside the crowd.
Zhou Guiying squeezed in with a pile of newspapers, then stood firmly beside Li Zongren.
"Uncle, here I come!"
Li Zongren nodded excitedly, took a stack of newspapers, stood on the stone steps, looked at the dark crowd of people, and shouted:
"Evidence? You want to see evidence, right? Here it is!"
Li Zongren asked Zhou Guiying to distribute the newspapers one by one, and he handed a newspaper to Chen Bulei.
"Mr. Bray, take a look?"
Chen Bulei took the seemingly ordinary "Women and Children" newspaper with suspicion, but the front-page headline showed the moment a young lieutenant general was shot in the head.
That’s right, the protagonist is Sakuma Hitoshi.
He held the knife with both hands and chopped down with all his strength, but his head was tilted to the side in a strange posture and streams of dark liquid were about to spurt out.
If this were a GIF, his head would explode and shatter into pieces like a watermelon thrown from the eighteenth floor.
This photo was taken from the camera of an Asahi Shimbun reporter and was also the last photo of Sakuma Hitoshi in the world.
In addition to this photo, there are also a lot of photos of the collar badges of Japanese officers, including major general, colonel, lieutenant colonel, etc. There seem to be at least dozens of them.
Chen Bulei's face darkened. No matter how thick-skinned he was, he couldn't say that these were all forged, so he prepared to leave in shame.
"stop!"