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Chapter 94 094 Sun Shulin: Anti-fraud? (4.1K)

After thinking for a while, Wang Liang said: "This kind of animal full of evil and heinous crimes cannot be allowed to die so comfortably."

"Let me think about how to make his death more uncomfortable and meaningful. After all, everyone has their own value."

Hearing Wang Liang's words, Sun Shulin nodded. He knew the boss's methods, so Sasaki might be blessed.

Then Sun Shulin took out a thick stack of letters from his satchel:

"Boss, this is the letter from the devil recruits, second-class soldiers, and officers selected by Fujita according to your instructions. I have opened them all."

Wang Liang took a letter and took a look at it. He had to admit that Sun Shulin was doing a very good job.

The letter was opened beautifully, and there was no damage to the interface of the envelope, and there were no traces of it.

After all, it was trained by the Japanese, which is professional.

The reason why I only read the letters of low-level soldiers and officers is because although the number of military postage in the hands of each Japanese soldier is limited, it cannot handle the huge number of people, and it is impossible to read all the letters.

According to Wang Liang's experience in the army, recruits often have the weakest sense of secrecy and are most likely to leak secrets.

So check the letters of these people, maybe you can get some information.

As for the officers’ letters, they also have a certain value of inspection, which is convenient for understanding the personality, temper, habits, thoughts, family background and economic strength of each future opponent, and reasonably carrying out anti-fraud propaganda.

When Wang Liang finished reading one letter after another, he realized that he was still thinking too naively.

Since the business of the military post was under the jurisdiction of the army in the battlefield, the Japanese army strictly controlled the non-compliant remarks in the letters in order to keep confidential.

Before a soldier sends a letter using military mail, the military's review personnel will carefully check the content of the letter, and black out any illegal sentences.

Therefore, even if the recruits have a weak sense of secrecy, if they mention the number of the unit and the recent military operations, they will be blacked out by the censors, and it is impossible to see the secret-related content at all.

After the inspection and review by the commander of the unit to which he belongs, he will engrave the inspection stamp of "Review Ji" on the letter to show that the inspection is completed, and then it can be delivered to the post office for official mailing.

For the sake of confidentiality, even the unit that sent the letter was indicated by the military code name, and there was not even a time or postmark on the letter.

Therefore, these letters basically do not have much military intelligence value.

Just when Wang Liang was slightly disappointed, he saw the words Gendarmerie, Sasaki, Captain in the officer's stack of letters...

Looking at the envelope, it should be a letter from Sasaki to his family in Japan.

For this letter, Wang Liang had a very strong interest, so he took out the letter inside and read it.

But the more I read, the more ugly Wang Liang's face became.

Seeing this, Sun Shulin also moved forward curiously, wanting to see what was written in the letter.

At the beginning of this letter, it was normal.

Sasaki respectively expressed his concern and longing for his parents, wife and daughter.

But later on, it gradually changed.

I saw Sasaki express to his family his "accomplishments" in massacring civilians in Jinling in a showy tone.

The whole letter is full of blood and killing.

Sasaki wrote:

Today, my team captured more than 200 remnants.

They probably didn't know that the city had fallen, so they fled in.

When the Deputy Sergeant Oshima of the detachment came over to ask me how to deal with these people, your husband, I gave the order in a very mighty manner:
"Whether it's two hundred or five hundred, drag it anywhere and kill it!"

So, under the organization of Sergeant Oshima, they were packed into vacant carriages at the station.

The team assists the heavy machine gun team to deal with the prisoners by the river...

I followed suit, only to hear the guys in the carriage screaming "Wow".

They should have smelled death and begged us for mercy.

Fear and despair hung over their hearts.

One by one my soldiers pulled them out as steam rose from the train carriages.

They were all naked, maybe they were stuffy, maybe they were afraid, they were short of breath and had difficulty, and they shouted uneasily.

Pointing to the kettle on my shoulder, I begged: "My lord, my lord, water, water."

I kicked these captives who were praying to me away, and cursed: "Baga, Lu!"

Unbearably thirsty, they had no choice but to drink the muddy water accumulated in the hollow. It was really embarrassing. People can do anything in desperate situations.

Because it was the first time to do this and I had no experience, I asked the soldiers to organize the prisoners to line up in four lines with their hands raised.

He first took fifty of them to the river, assassinated them one by one by the river, pushed the corpses into the river with sticks, and drifted down the river.

Later, I felt that this was too slow, so I asked the soldiers to drag all the prisoners out of the trucks and warehouses.

Good guy, Wuyang Wuyang is a large area, there must be more than 1000 people.

What makes me curious and puzzled is that these remnant soldiers are much taller and stronger than our imperial army in terms of height and size.

But before they died, they didn't even resist at all. It may be that this nation has really lost its backbone.

The soldiers asked them to sit facing the river in the uncovered soil. Following my order, the three heavy machine guns hiding in the trench behind opened fire together.

I saw these remnant soldiers falling down like dominoes, being beaten to pieces, and screaming and wailing could be heard endlessly for a while.

There were more than a dozen cunning guys who jumped into the river, trying to swim to the other side of the river. They probably didn't know that the other side was already occupied by the imperial army.

As soon as I gave an order, more than a dozen light machine guns on the trestle bridge quickly opened fire on them. After a few rounds of bullets went down, they were all killed in the river.

The bright red blood dyed the river and muddy water red.

These more than 1000 strong and remnant soldiers were all beaten to death in the river like this. This is the fate of defeated soldiers!
Therefore, the imperial army can only win, and must not fail.

Under the knives of the Imperial Japanese Army, people's heads either lowered or fell.

My Yuko, my love, you must educate our daughter in this way, so that she will
My dear Yuko, it's great to hear that you've quit your newspaper job and gone to work in a military factory!

It must be happiness to think that I can use the bullets you made with your own hands in future battles!
Let me finish the story. After killing these people, I ordered the soldiers to cut down the trees by the river and push the corpses into the turbulent river. The corpses were mixed with muddy water and blood, and slowly moved towards Drip downstream.

Seeing this spectacular scene, the soldiers in my team were all rejoiced, clapping their hands and shouting victory.

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"Damn it! I fucked his grandma!"

After reading this letter, Wang Liang was so angry that he was shaking all over, and the ceramic water cup was thrown out and broke into pieces.

"If you don't kill this vile dog Sasaki, I, Wang Liang, will fucking swear not to be human!!!" Wang Liang was furious.

This letter was written so realistically that the participant Sasaki truly restored the scene at that time from his perspective.

This is quite different from the historical records that were only learned in textbooks and web pages in the past, and is more intuitive and real.

Sun Shulin also clenched his fists, thinking that when the Jinling Massacre happened, he was still being a dog to the Japanese.

He wished he could slap himself a hundred times, hated himself and hated the Japanese until his teeth itch.

After the anger passed, Wang Liang immediately thought of a good way to kill people.

Perhaps only in this way can Sasaki get the retribution he deserves.

Thinking of this, Wang Liang immediately picked up his pen and wrote vigorously, writing heartily.

After finishing the work, Wang Liang arranged for Sun Shulin to say:
"Don't send out the original of Sasaki's letter. We have to keep it in the archives. It will prove the crimes committed by the Japanese army during the invasion of China in the future."

"Also, if similar content is found in other letters, the letter should also be withheld, and Fujita Kazuyoshi should find a way to find out the position and unit number of the person who wrote the letter."

"These people are the targets of our "care" and anti-fraud propaganda after our independent camp."

Sun Shulin worried: "But Boss, if this is the case, these Japanese soldiers and their families will not receive letters, which will easily arouse suspicion, and Mr. Fujita will have a great risk of exposure."

Wang Liang hated iron but said: "You are stupid, I asked you to withhold the original, and I didn't say not to send the letter back."

"Imitate his handwriting and make a copy and return it to Fujita, and let him send it to the port and send it to Japan, wouldn't it be all right?"

"Also, you give this letter to Fujita, and tell him to take out the letter inside when Sasaki's wife sends a reply, and replace it with my letter." The masterpiece was handed over to Sun Shulin.

Seeing Sun Shulin's curious look, Wang Liang said:

"It's okay, you can take it apart and have a look, and learn from my writing style. From now on, it will be your job. Use this as a template to imitate the devil's relatives and write a reply to the devil."

Sun Shulin, who was at a loss and couldn't figure out Wang Liang's intention, read the letter in his hand, looked up and down, and then beamed with joy.

From this moment on, his hatred for Sasaki turned into pity.

"Boss, your letter can be said to be murderous, it's too cruel, I'm convinced!"

Wang Liangyun smiled lightly: "Don't be convinced. Didn't I just say that this job will be yours in the future. You can diverge your thinking and use your imagination boldly when writing replies."

"For example, tell the devil that a family member is seriously ill and needs a lot of medical expenses, otherwise it will not work."

"Also, it can be said that the Bank of Tokyo has launched a good wealth management product, with an annualized return of 25%, but the quota is very limited, first come, first served, and the minimum deposit is 2000 yen."

"Let the devil hurry up and get together with his comrades, don't make a fuss, and send money to the family as soon as possible, or you won't be able to catch up."

"When I return to Japan after the war, I will be able to live a beautiful life with wealth, freedom, and no shame."

Sun Shulin looked at Wang Liang, who was eloquent and eloquent, and just wanted to kneel down and kowtow.

He really couldn't figure it out, he had attended school and published newspapers anyway, how could there be such a big gap with the boss, and he couldn't keep up with the boss's thinking and footsteps.

It seems that I have to study carefully the "Sun Tzu's Art of War" just sent by the boss in the future.

Wang Liang added: "By the way, there is one thing we must pay attention to. The devils we choose to conduct anti-fraud propaganda must be fanatical militarists who blew themselves up about their crimes in letters to their families."

"For these people, after the anti-fraud propaganda is over, they must be killed as soon as possible to protect Fujita to the greatest extent and prevent others from discovering that the letter has been replaced."

"Also, it's best for Fujita to take advantage of the opportunity to return the relics to the family members of the devils after we kill them, find the replacement letters and destroy them, so that nothing will go wrong."

Sun Shulin nodded again and again, took out a small notebook and frantically took notes.

To be honest, his thinking has not been able to keep up.

"All in all, before carrying out anti-fraud propaganda, we must have a complete set of plans. It must achieve the effect of propaganda, and at the same time, we must not expose the fact that we have controlled the Japanese military postal channels. Protect Fujita. He is our comrade now." Wang Liang said .

Sun Shulin: "Boss, Da Chengzi told me that Fujita Kazuyoshi's current situation doesn't seem to be very good."

"In addition to Sasaki of the Gendarmerie who has been eyeing him, his subordinates of the military mail squadron are not particularly convinced by him as the leader of the businessman squadron. .”

Talking about this, Wang Liang laughed: "I know about this, don't worry, Fujita will harden up soon."

Sun Shulin: "Get hard?"

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The suburbs of Xing City.

A truck with a small plaster flag was speeding along.

Shunsuke Murakami, the second lieutenant officer who was driving, glanced at Kazuyoshi Fujita, who was sitting in the co-pilot's seat, and his face was full of disdain.

He didn't understand what the officers were thinking. It was ridiculous to have a businessman be the squadron leader of this military mail squadron.

Even though Fujita was a soldier before, he is now a businessman.

Businessmen are profit-seeking!
Shunsuke Murakami thought to himself, does Fujita still have the guts to charge forward after the war?

What qualifications does he have to be the captain of this captain?
Not only Shunsuke Murakami thought so, but basically all the soldiers in the military mail squadron thought so.

Even after Fujita Kazuyoshi came to work here, he provided a lot of support materials and equipment for the military mail squadron out of his own pocket, which greatly improved their working environment and living conditions.

However, soldiers who believed in the spirit of bushido had better not buy Fujita.

The strong respect, they only respect the strong.

The soldier in the rear compartment knocked on the board of the driver's cab and shouted: "Little Captain in the village, my stomach hurts, I must have eaten something bad."

"Can you stop the car and let me go? Please!"

While turning the steering wheel, Murakami replied: "You shouldn't ask me about this matter, although I want to help you very much, but you should ask our chief Fujita Squadron Leader for instructions and get his approval before you can stop the car. "

How could Fujita fail to notice the contempt towards him from the soldiers and the village, he said helplessly:
"Just bear with it. This side is hillside and highland, and there are forests, and guerrillas often come and go, so it's not safe."

"In another half an hour, we will arrive at the Xinzhuang stronghold, and you will go to the toilet again when you get there."

(End of this chapter)