Super Dictator

The next day, Zhao Bingjun was woken up by a splash of cold water. Only then did he realize that a night had passed. His bones felt like they had been torn apart. He was in great pain. Zhao Bingjun gritted his teeth and remained silent.

"Chinese, have you remembered anything useful?" The Japanese officer appeared again, grabbing Zhao Bingjun's hair and staring at him fiercely.

"Haha, you rats, you only dare to do evil. If you have the ability, we can kill you with real guns and knives on the battlefield. If we disappear so many people at once, Commander Wei will definitely have people searching everywhere. Just wait. Come with us to hell." Zhao Bingjun raised his head and stared back without any sign of weakness.

"Very good, Chinese, you succeeded in irritating me. Bring it up." The Japanese officer raised his hand, and a burning charcoal fire was carried under Zhao Bingjun. There was a red-hot iron in the charcoal stove.

The Japanese general picked up the handle of the soldering iron and calmly raised it to Zhao Bingjun's chest.

"I'll give you one last chance. I believe that among the more than seventy people, someone will definitely say so. Why do you have to ask for trouble?"

Zhao Bingjun not only closed his mouth this time, but also closed his eyes.

"ah…"

The smell of burning human flesh spread around, and Zhao Bingjun's whole body twitched.

The screams stopped suddenly, and it turned out that Zhao Bingjun had passed out.

"Wake him up."

"Hi Yi!"

Another basin of cold water was poured on it, and Zhao Bingjun weakly opened his eyes.

"Sir...Sir, if I call you one more time, I will be your turtle son." Zhao Bingjun said intermittently. He knew that if he fell into the hands of the Japanese this time, he would die anyway, and it would be better to die heroically.

The Japanese officer picked up a bottle of smelly liquid from the side.

"Do you know? This is called sulfuric acid. This thing is specially designed to deal with people like you. Do you know how to use it?" The Japanese officer took two steps and continued to say with a smile: "It's very simple. I just need to bury you underground. Show your head and shave your head."

He gently traced Zhao Bingjun's shiny forehead with his fingers.

"Finally," the Japanese officer smiled cruelly and said, "make a three-inch-long incision on your head and pour sulfuric acid from the wound. The human body will not be able to bear the severe pain, and you can't move your whole body. The only way is to , drill as hard as you can, human potential is endless, when the time comes, your skin will be separated from your flesh and blood, and with a whoosh, you will jump out of the earth, leaving only a piece of skin in the soil. "

"You two, drag him out and bury him in the soil." The Japanese officer stepped aside, and two soldiers stepped forward, untied Zhao Bingjun, and dragged Zhao Bingjun outside like a dead dog.

Countless pits had been dug outside, and there were pools of blood next to some pits. Two soldiers threw Zhao Bingjun into the pits, buried them, and exposed his head outside.

Only then did Zhao Bingjun realize that he had done something wrong, that is, he had not committed suicide in advance.

"I'm asking you for the last time, do you want to tell me or not?" The Japanese officer squatted down and came close to Zhao Bingjun, looking at him coldly with his eyes.

Zhao Bingjun's chapped lips moved, and the Japanese officer's ear attached to his mouth.

"I'm your uncle!" Zhao Bingjun spat out a few words. This was his final answer. After finishing speaking, he stopped talking like an old monk in trance.

The Japanese officer stepped aside and muttered to a few soldiers for a while. After a while, Zhao Bingjun felt that he was dug out again.

At this time, he had already lost all his strength and was in a daze, being dragged by two soldiers.

Not long after, Zhao Bingjun felt that he was thrown to the ground again, but his body no longer felt pain.

Could it be that the Japanese were merciful and stopped torturing me? Zhao Bingjun opened his eyes with difficulty, only to see a familiar figure standing in front of him.

Bang bang bang, Wei Jichen took the lead in applauding, and suddenly the applause was like thunder.

In the hall, more than 70 reserve team members who had been tortured into human shapes lay scattered on the ground weakly. They all looked at Zhao Bingjun with complicated expressions.

Zhao Bingjun was undoubtedly the one who persisted until the end.

This turned out to be a training session. When Zhao Bingjun saw this situation, he immediately understood in his heart. He had a delicate mind and it was not that he had not thought about it. However, at the beginning, not only the two instructors were shot dead, but also his own group. Some of them were shot dead. In the end, the torture was real, and the others even spoke Japanese so smoothly, and their expressions and movements were all Japanese.

All I can say is that this training was so real that no one could believe it was training.

Wei Jichen stood in front of everyone and said slowly: "You all know in your hearts how far you have come. What makes me happy is that most of them were recruited after being tortured."

"And Zhao Bingjun didn't speak even after being tortured and facing execution." Wei Jichen said, thinking in his heart: Unexpectedly, this Zhao Bingjun also turned to him. Zhao Bingjun was famous in later generations. He was Yuan Shikai's spy chief. He was the founder of China's modern police system. He was later poisoned by Yuan Shikai because of the Song Jiaoren case.

"Of course, I don't require all of you to be like him, but you must at least learn something from this training." Wei Jichen continued word by word: "The first rule is, don't...get...caught... ! The last bullet in the pistol is always for yourself."

"Take them down to change their clothes and have a good meal. Those who perform well will be brought over later." Wei Jichen turned to No. 10 and No. 11 and ordered.

Of course they were not shot to death. Even the ordinary soldier in the team was disguised. All the bullets fired from the gun were blank bullets, which made a loud sound but had no lethality.

The reserve team members were all taken down, and Wei Jichen sat back at the table in the hall. There was a piece of information on it. This was all information about the bandits in Fengtian, ranging from a thousand people to dozens of people.

The bandits were mainly concentrated in western Liaoning, and there were Dingliao troops in eastern Liaoning. Few of them dared to act arrogantly, and the few bandits that were left were intentionally released by Wei Jichen.

My dear, there will be more after this chapter^.^,

Western Liaoning was full of stragglers, beggars and refugees. In addition, the former Shengjing general Yulu was stupid, and the government was corrupt, which led to bandits running rampant. People in various places also established some armed organizations for self-protection. However, these organizations were mixed, and some were worse than others. Even if they are bandits, they will be domineering and brutal.

Not long after, Zhao Bingjun and thirty other soldiers who had passed this test filed in. In fact, in this test, as long as they passed three brutal tortures, they were considered to have passed. Everyone received different beatings and tortures.

Zhao Bingjun was in a worse state, with three more iron marks on his body. At this time, the wounds had been bandaged, and he was in good spirits. At least he had pride in his eyes.

Thirty people lined up in front of Wei Jichen with their heads held high and their chests held high.

Wei Jichen stood up with satisfaction and said with a smile: "True gold is not afraid of fire. You are all qualified to stand here. Although you were not selected for Team A, you are better than some of them. Moreover, you The role is even greater.”

"Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the country!" Wei Jichen raised his head and looked into the distance, and then sighed: "You are all loyal to our Liao Army. Now, the situation in Liaodong is extremely dangerous. Without Liaodong, how can we control the Liao Army? Where else can I live?"

"Look, the information on my table is all about banditry in Fengtian Province. It's shocking to see. It would be fine if they were ordinary bandits. Some bandits have also received funding from the great powers. They just do their business. Making trouble in Fengtian, they turned into a team of traitors during the war. Not to mention the Eight Banners soldiers and the Green Battalion in the hands of General Shengjing. Therefore, the entire Fengtian can only rely on our Dingliao army to maintain order, and you are all me. Carefully selected and entrusted with important tasks.”

Wei Jichen paused, looked at the thirty people's faces one by one, and finally stopped at Zhao Bingjun's face, and said proudly: "Don't underestimate yourselves, I think that as long as there are thirty of you, Fengtian can be defeated." Banditry is a problem, and the people have a blue sky, because you are the only ones who have been tested for a long time. "

Zhao Bingjun and others listened quietly, their moods fluctuating with Wei Jichen's ups and downs.

"Do you have confidence?" Wei Jichen asked loudly.

Everyone responded in unison, shouting hoarsely: "Yes!"

"Dealing with the bandits will not force our Ding Liao army to go to war. The strongest fortress cannot withstand erosion from the inside. And you are the ones who broke into these bandits. You all have extraordinary skills and tough characters. With your loyal character, I believe that you will be able to rise steadily among the bandits by virtue of these. When the time comes, Troop A will cooperate with you to get rid of the die-hard elements within the bandits, and you will take the opportunity to rise to the top and completely control these bandit teams. "Wei Jichen said slowly.

With these people acting as internal agents, is Troop A still afraid that it won't be able to deal with the bandit leader? As long as the bandit leaders are eliminated, these people are promoted to power, and when they join forces with Iketang'a and others to submit a letter: Turn private groups into public groups, and turn thieves into good ones, these bandits or group training can become the government that they arrange in Fengtian or even the three eastern provinces. Once the time comes, the entire three northeastern provinces will easily be in his pocket.

Of course, the way is still to go step by step, first arrange the chess pieces properly.

Zhao Bingjun and others were all very interested. They were not peaceful people to begin with, and they only pursued excitement.

"These places are the bandit dens I have chosen for you. You may have to stay there for a long time. Once you control a group of bandits, in addition to causing mischief, you can recruit troops and charge appropriate protection fees until the time is right. , I will absorb your bandit team into the regular army, and then you will have done another great job." Wei Jichen woke up slightly.

Wei Jichen distributed the documents to these people one by one. Zhao Bingjun opened it and saw that he was going to Liaozhong County. There was a fierce bandit named Du who had about 900 people. There were names of big and small leaders in it. The information was very detailed. Zhao Bingjun was secretly shocked. It seemed that Wei Shuai had already planned it.

There were some who were illiterate, and the captain stood beside them to help guide them. It didn’t take long for all thirty of them to understand their tasks.

"From now on, until the day you return to the army, you will be bandits. Your information will become the most confidential files in our Dingliao army. Now, you can go and use your skills to your heart's content." Wei Jichen He said solemnly.

When Wei Jichen returned to his residence in Haicheng, it was already ten o'clock in the evening. He did not alert anyone else, but quietly walked to his room.

When passing by Su Zhiniang's bedroom, she found that the lights in Xiao Nizi's room were still on.

Although the two were engaged, Su Zhiniang refused to sleep with Wei Jichen, saying that she would wait until the wedding day before handing it over to him completely. This made Wei Jichen very depressed. He could only look at it but not eat it. The desire to turn over one's hands and feet cannot be a true ecstasy.

Looking in from the window, I saw the little girl sitting in front of the table, with her hands on her chin, her eyes seeming to be closed, and she was dozing. There were a lot of wine and food on the table.

Only then did Wei Jichen remember that he had told her the day before yesterday that he would return home tonight, but he didn't expect that this little girl was still waiting for him.

Unable to help being moved, Wei Jichen gently pushed the door in, walked behind her, gently picked up her body as soft as a bone, and wanted to carry her to the bed. He had thought that even this little noise would make a difference. Su Zhiniang woke up.

Su Zhiniang rubbed her eyes and saw that it was Wei Jichen. She had woken up for most of the time. She stood up in a daze and said: "Ms. sir, you are back. Zhiniang was waiting and then fell asleep somehow. Damn it, I am Just go and heat up the food.”

Wei Jichen held her in his arms and said softly: "If I come back late from now on, you have to go to bed first, otherwise I will be angry."

"I understand, sir." Su Zhiniang responded sweetly, got out of Wei Jichen's arms, picked up the dishes on the table, and walked to the kitchen.

My dear, there will be more after this chapter^.^,

Wei Jichen shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly. This little girl promised well every time, but she still remained the same every time. There was really nothing he could do against her.

Seeing her moving lightly and getting further away, Wei Jichen had no choice but to follow her.

Entering the kitchen, under the dim kerosene lamp, Zhi Niang was squatting in front of the stove, doing something. Wei Jichen was stubborn and tiptoed towards her.

Wei Jichen arrived behind Zhimiang and was about to pick her up when he suddenly heard her cry out 'ah'. He was startled and asked quickly, "What's wrong? Is it burned?"

Su Zhiniang turned around and said with a smile as bright as a flower: "My husband, I saw you. You are in the kitchen far away. My husband had better go out for a while. Zhiniang will be fine soon."

Wei Jichen shook his head and said with a sly smile, "Your husband-in-law is not a gentleman." After saying that, he opened his arms and hugged Su Zhiniang tightly and said, "I walk so lightly, how could you know I'm coming?"

The corners of Su Zhiniang's mouth curved sweetly: "How could Zhiniang not remember the sound of my husband's footsteps?"

The two looked at each other deeply, and both saw deep affection in each other's eyes. They were intoxicated for a moment. Su Zhiniang was ashamed at first, and was about to lower her head, but Wei Jichen leaned forward and kissed her like a flame. Kissed the red lips.

Su Zhiniang weakly pushed, but her love for Tan Lang was ignited. She wrapped her arms around Wei Jichen's neck and hugged him tightly.

Wei Jichen kissed her tenderly, and when he noticed that the beauty's lips were slightly open, he, who was good at seizing the opportunity, immediately pushed in without any hesitation, teasing and searching around the wet hot sandalwood mouth.

Although it was not the first time Su Zhiniang kissed Wei Jichen, she was so sensitive every time, her breath was like fire, and her delicate body was trembling slightly. However, it was not as rigid as the previous times. Instead, she offered her tender lilac obediently, with all her love. Lang is free to pester and taste.

After an unknown amount of time, the two finally separated. Su Zhiniang's breasts were rising and falling, she was panting softly and gave Wei Jichen a charming look, saying, "I'm so domineering every time, and I'm almost out of breath."

Wei Jichen joked: "Who said that a lady with fragrant jade liquid is boundlessly sweet?"

Su Zhiniang picked up a bowl of taro from the stove and said with a smile: "No matter how sweet it is, it's not as sweet as this honey red taro. Please try it, sir."

Wei Jichen opened his mouth, and Su Zhiniang gave him a cute look. She could only pick up a piece of taro with her hand, brought it to his mouth, and said softly: "I will bully Zhiniang as much as I can."

Wei Jichen ate happily, and in the blink of an eye the whole piece of taro had fallen into his mouth.

Su Zhiniang was about to take her hand back, but Wei Jichen suddenly grabbed Hao's wrist, covered her lips with hers, and put her two tender bamboo shoot-like fingers into her mouth to suck.

Su Zhiniang felt as if she had been struck by lightning, and the fair and tender skin under her neck turned pink. She was so panicked that she wanted to stop, but Ailang held her tightly and could not move.

The hot tongue licked every inch of skin on the girl's fingers, and the tip of his tongue like a fish penetrated every gap between the fingers. Wei Jichen ate the taro with more relish than just now.

Little girl, if I don’t eat you tonight, I won’t believe Wei.

Su Zhiniang's body became weak and she almost sat down on the greasy stove. She gasped and said: "Mr., let go...open up...let me go...wu..."

Wei Jichen devoured the meal until he had sucked all the juice from his fingers. Then he let go of Su Zhiniang's hand with satisfaction, put his face close to her dimple, and said proudly, "This is called bullying you."

Su Zhiniang lightly punched his chest and said in an embarrassed tone, "I only know how to make fun of people. I won't do anything for you next time."

When Wei Jichen saw her charming look, he couldn't hold it back and hugged the beauty fiercely. He couldn't help but kiss her lips slowly.

Wei Jichen sucked his tender tongue, and suddenly smelled a strange fragrance in his nose that seemed to be familiar, and his desire exploded like a storm. A hand quietly moved up from Su Zhiniang's waist and hit her soft breasts.

Su Zhiniang let out a sweet cry, her hands unable to grasp the restless An Lushan's claw.

Instead, Wei Jichen started kneading it wantonly. The tender and tender feeling from his fingers made his whole body feel hot. His other hand reached into her waist involuntarily.

Su Zhiniang closed her eyes and shook her head: "No, my husband doesn't want it."

Wei Jichen paused slightly and said, "What's wrong?"

Su Zhiniang said softly: "We shouldn't do this before we get married."

Su Zhiniang was naturally beautiful, gentle on the outside, but extremely reserved on the inside. She would never allow others to treat her in the slightest, so when Wang Mazi sent people to harass her, she was prepared to disfigure her.

Wei Jichen groaned: "It's only a matter of time before you get married."

Su Zhiniang's face was full of determination: "No, I don't want to."

Wei Jichen didn't want to use force, so he could only sigh: "Life is short, Zhimiang, you and I don't have much time to get together. I'm busy with military affairs, and I don't know how many days it will take for me to see you. Don't you miss me at all?"

Su Zhiniang's eyes were slightly red, and looking at Ai Lang's appearance, her heart began to relax.

Wei Jichen was about to agree when he saw it, but he heard the sound of a wooden fish banging.

"The old monk is back?" Wei Jichen asked speechlessly. Monk Guixi went to Ximu City.

Su Zhiniang lowered her head and hummed softly.

"Monk, can't you please stop ruining my good deeds?" Wei Jichen said in a serious tone.

"Almsgiver, the leader of all evils is sexual immorality." Monk Guixi's voice floated over melodiously, and Muyu chanted sutras even louder.

"We are husband and wife!" Wei Jichen replied through gritted teeth.

The monk's voice came back: "The female donor just rejected you."

Wei Jichen felt his eyes darken. Why was this monk so sharp-edged?

Su Zhiniang looked at Wei Jichen pitifully, as if she was apologizing.