The next morning, 3400 Chinese Soviet soldiers who were guarding the Berkrovsk Public Middle School chose to surrender to the Third Division of the Northeast Frontier Defense Army of the Beiyang Army, and more than 700 Soviet soldiers surrendered with them. When they were escorted to the rear, they were suddenly forced to tie up by the Third Division halfway. Tolstoy, the guard of Zinoviev, was sieve for resistance, and another part of about 30 Chinese Soviet prisoners of war were also killed because of resistance. They were strung into a string, tied up and escorted back to the rear.

Zhang Furong protested loudly: "You can't do this. You are deceiving. You liars, we are compatriots, we are compatriots."

Yu Wensong, the battalion commander of the Third Division's baggage battalion who was responsible for escorting him, sneered: "Comrades? We don't care about this. For the sake of all the fellow villagers in Shandong, I would like to advise you to stop talking and stop talking nonsense. Then I will ask me if you are the regiment commander or not, and I will shoot you."

"Members, we sincerely surrendered." Zhang Furong said hurriedly.

"I don't care whether you surrender sincerely or fake surrender. Do you think that surrendering to us can be our soldiers? It's not that easy to recruit people from the border guards. Facing the scrutiny, there are so many of you, and how many years will you have to wait for the scrutiny." Yu Wensong laughed.

Zhang Furong's subordinate Sang Guofu said angrily: "We were originally 5,800 people, but more than 2,000 people were killed the night before yesterday because of poison gas bombs from the Tsarist Russian reactionaries."

Yu Wensong smiled and said, "It's not the poisonous gas of the Tsarist Russians, it's ours."

"What?" The soldiers of the ** regiment were shocked. Zhang Furong pointed at Yu Wensong angrily and said repeatedly: "You, you..." He was so angry that he couldn't speak.

Yu Wensong spread his hands at the prisoners of war and said disdainfully: "The Russian chemical factories are all in the hands of the Red Army, so how could they produce this? This is made in China." Naturally, he didn't know that it was all bought by Wang Maoru and Italy, and he thought it was produced in China. In his opinion, it was much simpler to manufacture poison gas bombs than to manufacture shells. Unfortunately, he was wrong. China did not have the ability to produce poison gas bombs at this time.

"How can you do this..." Zhang Furong's mouth was so angry that he turned tilted.

Sang Guofu and others were so angry that they said, "You are. This is a crime!"

Yu Wensong retorted: "Crime? We are in war! Also, our government has officially interfered with Russia and declared war on the Soviet Union. You are actually helping the Soviet Union with the five-color flag. You are treason! Traitors!"

"We are for the democracy and freedom of the working people all over the world!" Sang Guofu shouted.

"All right, the people of the world don't need you to represent you. What kind of green onions do you think you are? Whoever makes you represent others? You represent yourself at best." Yu Wensong sneered, "Using the guise of representing the people, you think you are really a savior? Let's go to your mother's fart! The people of the world don't need you, the Chinese people don't need you!" He became more and more angry as he spoke. He put his kick on Sang Guofu's butt, kicked him into the crowd, and cursed: "Are foreigners your father or your mother? Are you fucked by foreigners? He also helped the Russians and fucked your mother, and then he heard your comrade-in-arms. I fuck you to death."

Sang Guofu wanted to tell the difference, and suddenly saw a soldier in the interfering army killing a soldier who was causing trouble with one shot. He said, "He... He killed someone..."

Yu Wensong said coldly: "You are prisoners of war, not compatriots. You are not Chinese nationality now and do not enjoy the treatment of prisoners of war in China. China has carried out the Soviet rebels. If you serve them, you are traitors."

"How can you do this? Didn't you agree to join you? Why did we become traitors and prisoners?" Zhang Furong said in dismay.

Yu Wensong sneered: "Childish, ridiculous. Do you think you are buying vegetables at Caishikou? You are still bargaining. I wonder how you live in your thirties."

Zhang Furong was so angry that he spat a mouthful of blood. His subordinates hurriedly supported him. Zhang Furong said sadly: "I harmed you, I harmed you..."

After being escorted back to the barracks, some Chinese-born Soviet prisoners revealed that there were Soviet officials mixed among the prisoners, which just confirmed Wang Maoru's conjecture. Ren Yuanxing was intrigued and pulled over the more than 700 Soviet prisoners and asked them to take off their clothes to check. He found that more than 700 of them were pitch black. It was obvious that they had not taken a bath for many days. They had fought with them in Maguen Town for twenty days, and there were also forty-two Soviet soldiers with clean bodies and neat clothes. The more than 600 people were sent to the prisoner-of-war camp by Ren Yuanxing, and the forty-two people with neat clothes were left behind.

The big fish should be among these people. Ren Yuanxing ordered them to be taken to the headquarters for Xiushuai to choose them himself, so that he would not kill them all.

Wang Maoru saw Ren Yuanxing with a smirk and said, "Your troops are now back to Maguen Town, waiting for the subsequent troops to replenish them. All the replenished soldiers will be given to you as soon as possible."

"Su Shuai, when will our 9th Cavalry Brigade return to the team?" Ren Yuanxing asked.

Wang Maoru said, "Why, are you afraid that Liu Bei will borrow Jingzhou and not repay it?" Ren Yuanxing nodded, and Wang Maoru said, "After returning to China, your cavalry brigade will be reorganized."

"What to change?" Ren Yuanxing asked with wide eyes.

"Armored Cavalry Brigade."

"Yes, show off!" Ren Yuanxing left happily.

On the farm in front of the temporary headquarters, stepping on the abandoned vegetable fields, Wang Maoru met the forty-two Russians. Their faces were twisted, and they looked at Wang Maoru with viciousness, confusion or grief. The forty-two prisoners of war were all on the ground, and behind each of them was a Chinese soldier, with a bayonet on the back of their heads. As long as there was something wrong, these people would undoubtedly die.

Wang Maoru wanted to ask these Russians personally, and he believed that there must be a big fish among these Russians. Since Krisnov was making small moves behind his back, he would not tell the matter to the Imperial Army. Now his Russian language is getting better and better, and he can directly ask these prisoners of war in Russian. He tried to squeeze out a friendly smile and said, "Who is the biggest official?"

Forty-two Russians looked at each other and didn't speak. Everyone knew it in their hearts, but no one dared to betray Zinoviev. After all, there was a whole family in the family, and it was nothing if they died. If they betray Zinoviev's family, they would be killed.

Wang Maoru pointed to the youngest and asked: "What's your name?"

"Ivan Alessandrovic Kirilenko." said the young soldier of the Soviet Red Army.

"As long as you say who is the highest official, I will let you go. Don't you want to die, do you?" Wang Maoru asked with a smile.

"I, I, I..."

"Ivan, think of your sister and sister." An older Soviet soldier next to him suddenly said.

"I don't know." Ivan Kirirenko immediately said decisively.

Wang Maoru sighed and said, "May you atone for your sins before God."

"What?" Before I heard clearly, Ivan Kirirenko felt dizzy. The triangular bayonet directly pierced the back of his head. The bayonet pierced his entire head and came out of his mouth. The executioner indifferently kicked his back. Kirirenko fell into the vegetable field without any struggle or shouting to die extremely cleanly.

Wang Maoru walked to the talker's veteran and said, "What do you want to say?"

"I want to kill you!" The Soviet veteran had just moved, and more than a dozen bayonets in front, back, left and right were stabbed at the same time. Wang Maoru couldn't dodge and was splattered on his pants by blood, and was very angry.

"This person." Wang Maoru sighed, walked to the next one and asked, "What's your name?"

"Ivan Alexeyev, Maxim, Punikaniyev, Petrovic, Ayakyang."

"Don't die." Wang Maoru said lightly in Chinese. Soon, the Russian soldier was stabbed to death by a bayonet.

Xiong Bingtao, the deputy chief of staff next to him, asked in a little puzzled question: "Su Shuai, why did you kill him..."

"The name is too long." Wang Maoru said a particularly nonsensical reason and then walked towards the next soldier, saying, "Why... forget it, you don't talk nonsense. I just want to find the person with the highest military rank, but I don't like others to hide anything from me. Do you say it?"

The Russian soldier was so scared that he collapsed on the ground and started crying.

"Kill me, I guess this person is definitely not the highest rank of the military rank that can be protected and supported by so many people." Wang Maoru said disgusted, and this cowardly man was also killed. He walked back to everyone and said loudly: "After last question, who are you the highest rank of you? Don't worry, if you say that, you will not die among everyone, and others will die. No one can know that you betrayed the chief."

Zinoviev was hiding in the team. He now had a thin beard and had not washed his face for several days. Apart from the guards around him, there were probably not many people who could recognize this embarrassed person as one of the wisdoms that had once presided over the Russian coup. With the screams, he calmed down. I'll die if I die, and I can't let them capture them alive.

"I said!" A Russian couldn't stand it anymore. He didn't want to die. He immediately shouted: "I said, I said."

Wang Maoru said happily: "Who."

The Soviet soldier struggled to walk to Zinoviev and said, "He is, he is our political commissar, Comrade Gregory Yevsayevich Zinoviev, Chairman of the Executive Committee of the Communist International."

Xiong Bingtao shouted excitedly: "Is he Zinoviev? He is that Zinoviev?"

"Yes, he is, I am his guard, responsible for protecting him." said the Soviet soldiers.

"You traitor!"

"Bastard, you betrayed your soul!"

"You will definitely go to hell after you die!" the rest of the Soviet prisoners of war shouted.

Wang Maoru waved his hand and said, "Apart from these two people, kill them."

"Ah..." A series of screams and piercing sounds came, and forty bodies of Soviet Red Army prisoners of war were added in the vegetable field. Xiong Bingtao whispered: "This... seems too cruel."

Wang Maoru spread his hands and smiled, "But we found Zinoviev."
Chapter completed!