Chapter 93 Public Trial!

After killing their own battalion commander and his lackeys, the traitors had only one thing in their minds at this time, that is, the sky is high and the birds fly freely.

In their field of vision, the Eighth Route Army blocked the south. Although this section of the road was not long, it was impossible to pass through.

The north looked calm, and it seemed that no enemy had discovered that there was an exit. So all the surviving second devils rushed to the north in a swarm.

Seeing that the enemy had left and the mission had been completed, Zhao Gang first stared at the chaotic central main road for a while. He was afraid that the puppet army would fish in troubled waters and approach the stable.

After confirming that there was no problem, he quickly walked down from the commanding heights and shouted to the soldiers in the temporary defense position:

"Everyone clean up the battlefield. Don't worry about the horses and the weapons abandoned by the enemy. See if there are any injured comrades."

Because the enemy did not use heavy firepower, and even grenades were not thrown. Therefore, among the soldiers led by Zhao Gang, there were only five lightly wounded soldiers, and they only needed to rest for a few days after returning to the team.

Looking at the lifeless Wanjia Town, Zhao Gang frowned and decided to do one more thing before leaving.

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The puppet soldiers were very excited when they saw the northern exit of the town in front of them. The group of Eighth Route Army they had just encountered was too brutal.

Not only were there many people and strong firepower, but there was also a sharpshooter who could shoot without missing a single bullet. Who could resist this!

The useless people who had no organization at all had now dispersed their formation and poured out from the northern exit like a pile of loose sand. They had never thought about what to do if there was an ambush by the Eighth Route Army here.

Since the battle took place in the early morning, these puppet soldiers were not fully armed when they attacked from the barracks.

Now they are running away in a panic. Having a rifle in hand can be considered a high value of force.

After hearing the gunshots in the town stopped, Zhang Dabiao ordered his comrades to be ready for battle at any time. After seeing the messy enemy, he immediately ordered to shoot.

Although he was now convinced by Zhao Gang, the political commissar, there was one thing he couldn't figure out.

These dog traitors can be killed, there is no need to keep prisoners. After taking them back, these traitors will waste the few food reserves in the regiment.

But since it is the order of the political commissar, he, as the battalion commander, must obey it. However, it is definitely okay to kill a few more before the enemy surrenders.

"Hit! Hit hard!"

Dadada, da, dadada.

The soldiers of the two companies immediately opened fire, and the firepower network formed by light machine guns and rifles abruptly interrupted the momentum of the puppet soldiers to escape.

The traitors in front wanted to retreat back to the town to find shelter, and the traitors behind wanted to escape from Wanjia Town, which made the two groups of people with different ideas squeeze and push each other, and even trampled.

The fierce and well-distributed firepower killed dozens of dog traitors on the spot like cutting wheat.

There were not many people in this group of puppet soldiers in Wanjia Town. The predecessor of the security regiment was temporarily put together by ruffians.

After the surrendered devils became puppet soldiers, although some waste was absorbed, there were only more than 300 people in total.

Nearly 100 people died in the battle with Zhao Gang and his men. Now, they were ambushed and trampled, and only about 80 people were still able to move.

Only then did they understand what happened and began to regret why they were so stupid. How could there be no Eighth Route Army waiting here at such an obvious ambush site?

But it was too late to say anything. These traitors had no ability to resist and had to kneel on the ground and surrender.

Various weapons were scattered all over the ground, just like equipment was exploded.

Zhang Dabiao saw this and walked out with the soldiers. Looking at this group of spineless soft eggs, he spat in dissatisfaction.

"Where is your battalion commander? Let him roll out to see me."

A group of puppet soldiers squatted on the ground and trembled with their heads in their hands. They were suffering now. There was no battalion commander. He had been beaten to death by his own people long ago.

Seeing this situation, the experienced Zhang Dabiao immediately knew that the so-called battalion commander was dead, so he added:

"If the battalion commander is dead, the company commander will come out! If the company commander is dead, the platoon leader will come out! I tell you, if you don't cooperate, you will die!"

As if to echo the words of their battalion commander, the soldiers pulled the bolts of their weapons one after another, and the atmosphere became solemn.

The puppet soldiers were scared to death, and at this time, the characteristic of "I would rather die than die with my friends" was immediately awakened, and one cadre after another was pushed out by their own people.

Several soldiers with guns immediately stepped forward, picked these puppet soldiers out of the crowd, and ordered them to organize their men.

Next, Zhang Dabiao divided two platoons of soldiers to clean up the battlefield and clear the captured spoils, while he himself led the remaining soldiers to escort the prisoners to meet Zhao Gang.

It took a total of fifteen minutes from the start of the war to now, and the battle in Wanjia Town was completely over.

Soon, the two sides met. Seeing Zhang Dabiao escorting the prisoners, Zhao Gang nodded with satisfaction.

"Da Biao, are there any casualties among the soldiers? How is the arrangement for cleaning the battlefield?"

Faced with the concern of his own political commissar, Da Miao showed a barely perceptible smile.

"Don't worry, political commissar, you can trust me to do the job. Our two companies were ambushed, and the Japanese devils were scared by you at the time, and none of the soldiers were slightly injured."

"I have also arranged the cleaning of the battlefield. It is estimated that the comrades will be back in ten minutes."

"But I have a question, why do you bring these traitors back? We know what the Japanese devils did without the people pointing it out."

Hearing this question, Zhao Gang looked at the other party seriously. He decided to teach a battalion commander a temporary lesson while he still had some time.

"Our public trials generally adopt a defense system, and the jury is composed of local gentry, and all legal procedures are followed."

"But have you ever thought about why we go to so much trouble to do this, instead of paying a life for a life to satisfy our grudges?"

Zhang Dabiao thought for a moment, but quickly gave up. It's okay to let him lead the commandos to kill the Japanese, but this kind of problem is really difficult for him.

"The purpose of the public trial is not only to eliminate evil and punish rape and popularize legal knowledge, but also to publicize and educate the public about thinking procedures and systems."

"You have been in the army for so long, you should know the difference between us and preserved fruits. The people are our roots."

"People who have participated in public trials can realize that our legal system is fair and fair and can be relied on."

"An army with the support of the people can be invincible."

After listening to his political commissar's words, Zhang Dabiao thought for a while and nodded. At the same time, the mayor of Wanjia Town came to the two of them with several prestigious village elders.

Zhao Gang saluted several elderly people and said: "I am the political commissar of the new second regiment of the 386th Brigade of the Eighth Route Army. We have eliminated the puppet troops in Wanjia Town. I hope you can cooperate with us in the trial of the traitors."

Several fellow villagers from Wanjia Town, who were a little scared at first and even trembled when walking, immediately grabbed Zhao Gang's hand to express their gratitude after hearing his words.

When everyone came to the Erguizi, several village elders began to identify him on behalf of the entire town's residents.

These two devils often do bad things, and bullying men and dominating women is a common occurrence. Each of their hands was stained with the blood of the people in the base area, and one old man almost fainted from anger when identifying them.

Sure enough, among the dozens of remaining traitors, only seven could barely be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment (up to five years), and the rest were all sentenced to death.

According to Zhang Dabiao's words, even if these people die a hundred times, it will not be enough to repay the blood debt on their hands.

When the two Japanese soldiers heard about their final fate, they didn't even think about resisting. They know that they are destined to die, and it is better to wait for death than to struggle.

But you still have to cry, but these traitors are not crying because they have woken up, but because they are going to die.

Although some are against the rules, special treatment will be given in special times. Zhao Gang stood on a high platform and shouted to the soldiers and villagers below:

"According to the regulations of our Eighth Route Army, I announce the sentencing result on behalf of the D Committee of the New Second Regiment of the 386th Brigade."

"Seventy-eight traitors including Mei Quanxi were sentenced to death, and nine traitors including Lai Dasheng were sentenced to five years in prison!"

"Execute immediately!"

While the public trial was going on, the soldiers used this time to lead the horses from the stables to the street.

After the public trial, everyone immediately took their war horses and disarmed materials and prepared to leave.

Originally, the Type 92 heavy machine gun could not be taken away. The original plan was to ride back to the defense area. The heavy machine gun could only be carried by the soldiers, which was too time-consuming.

But just when Zhang Dabiao was about to explode in tears, fellow villagers from Wanjia Town sent a truck, which really overfulfilled the task.

After packing all the items, Zhao Gang looked at his watch.

It was still an hour before the Japanese railway patrol team came here, and he had just checked around and found that there was no radio station in Wanjia Town that could contact the outside world.

In other words, there is enough time to retreat.

Come on, come on, I understand all the typos in the second half