It was not yet time to turn off the lights, and Deng Dahai was sitting in the dormitory of the Internal Guards, cleaning his gun carelessly.

After such a long time, physical pleasure no longer has such a strong appeal. The reason why he goes to the yard on Yaozi Street every once in a while is because he needs an outlet.

The atmosphere in the army made him extremely depressed. He was immersed in tangled thoughts every day, but he had no way to tell any of his comrades who lived and died together.

The Hunter Squadron and the Internal Guard are the two units most loyal to Jiangdong, because the members of these two units are almost all trained by Jiangdong himself, and the relationship between the two parties is not only a superior-subordinate relationship, but also a teacher-student relationship.

The comrades around Deng Dahai talked about how to improve their combat effectiveness every day in order to kill more imps, avenge the murder of their relatives, and repay the trust of their superiors.

The comrades are single-minded and have high morale. They can play and fight happily together on weekdays. When going on missions, they work as a team and have extreme trust in each other without any suspicion.

Deng Dahai felt like a mouse droppings in a delicious soup pot, a pile of cow dung on the white snow, out of place and at the same time being despised by everyone.

'When will the day of liberation come?'

In the dead of night, Deng Dahai would often ask questions into the darkness.

From the moment he failed to withstand the torture of the extra-high school course, Deng Dahai knew that he was on a path of no return, betraying his country, his nation, his relatives, and his comrades-in-arms.

He had regrets and struggles, but in the end he kept walking on this road.

The bond with women is only one of the reasons. More importantly, he is afraid that his identity will be exposed and he will be spurned by his comrades around him.

As a man, you can lose your life, but you must never lose your face, especially in front of your comrades who live and die together.

He didn't want people to know that he couldn't withstand the torture or resist the temptation of women.

In order to prove himself, he trained tirelessly after returning to the army, and his proficiency in various special warfare skills was the highest in the team.

Among countless tangled thoughts, his mentality gradually moved to two extremes.

One is to perform desperately and prove oneself in front of comrades and superiors;

The other is to try every means to deal with the Japanese and use all means to hide his identity.

He fantasizes about being able to eat both sides.

This is how people are, in order to hide one of their own stains, they weave countless lies, unknowingly sinking deeper and deeper, and finally completely sinking into the mire, half-man, half-ghost.

While Deng Dahai was cleaning his gun, he was recalling the beautiful scene just now in his mind.

Only the most primitive sympathetic scene still allowed him to temporarily get rid of countless tangled thoughts in his heart.

The light at the door swayed slightly, and Deng Dahai subconsciously clenched the gun in his hand, his finger already on the trigger.

"Brother Deng, you are cleaning your gun..."

Zhao Erniu walked in from the door with a stiff smile. Behind him were Chen Zhengyue and Song Li.

Within a few tenths of a second, countless thoughts flew through Deng Dahai's mind.

After about two seconds, he released his hand holding the gun, and a smile bloomed on his face.

"Er Niu, how many times I told you, you are now the chief of the internal guard, don't always call the big brother, I can't stand it."

Deng Dahai saw that Zhao Erniu, Chen Zhengyue, and Song Li stood in a fan-shaped attack formation. Although this formation looked loose, he was taught by Jiang Dong himself, which could guarantee that the enemy would be defeated in the moment of exchange of fire between the two sides.

The attackers were hit by fire from three directions.

Even if the person being attacked is powerful and invincible, he can handle firepower from two directions at most in a short period of time. With a third person around, he has no possibility of escaping.

In addition, Chen Zhengyue and Song Li seemed to have their hands on their waists without any purpose.

But Deng Dahai knew that if he made any moves, they could draw their guns and shoot within a few tenths of a second.

They were all brothers who had fought side by side, and Deng Dahai was very familiar with the three people in the house. Under the current situation, he was confident that he could kill two people and rush out of the house without taking a single shot.

But the fleeting black shadow outside the window told him that even if he could rush out of the house, he would still not be safe.

Besides, Zhao Erniu and Chen Zhengyue really regarded him as a brother. When he first returned to the team, it was because of their care that he could quickly integrate into the team.

Except for one woman, all his relatives have died in the war. At the last moment, it is difficult for him to point his gun at the people who treat him sincerely.

"Crack!"

The MP40 submachine gun fell to the ground, and Deng Dahai slowly stood up with his hands spread out.

The smile on Zhao Erniu's face was gone, and his eyes were full of doubts and confusion.

Chen Zhengyue kept a straight face from beginning to end, without saying a word or making a move.

"Come in..." Song Li called out softly.

Four soldiers from the Military Intelligence Service armed with pistols heard the sound and entered the house. Two of them were on guard and two of them tied up Deng Dahai.

The soldiers of the Military Intelligence Action Team were also separated from the Hunter Squadron. Deng Dahai knew everyone in the room. He had a smile on his face and did not make any resistance.

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In the interrogation room of the Military Intelligence Agency, Deng Dahai was locked in a chair. Directly opposite him, Song Li and a recorder sat expressionlessly.

Chen Zhengyue and Zhao Erniu were also in the interrogation room, but they were standing at the junction of light and dark. Deng Dahai could not clearly see the expressions on their faces.

"Tell me the truth. You are surrounded by familiar people. It would be too ugly to be sentenced to death." Song Li's tone was extremely cold, his murderous gaze fixed on Deng Dahai's eyes.

"For the sake of living and dying together, give me a cigarette." Deng Dahai shook his neck, his expression and words were calm.

Song Li seemed to be very sensitive to the words "live and die together", and his eyes became even colder.

The recorder glanced at the director, took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, lit it, and then passed it across the table to Deng Dahai's mouth.

After taking a deep breath, Deng Dahai let out a comfortable moan.

"Speak!" Song Li spoke again.

"Oh, I really envy you." Deng Dahai spoke, but it seemed that what he wanted to talk about was not the main thing.

"Both of you and I came out of the sniper team in Nanjing, but just over a year has passed. One of you is a colonel of the special forces, one is the captain of the emperor's army, and the other is the boss of the secret service department.

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Oh, this fucking god is so unfair. Compared to you, I am no better. My shooting, fighting and reconnaissance skills are the best in the entire hunter squadron. But just because I made a mistake, now my brain is chained.

body, but you are above me.

Damn it, I've worked so hard, but I still haven't given you a chance.

Son-of-a-bitch Jiangdong, he is where he is today only because of people like me who sacrificed their blood and lives to get him there.

Damn it, his officialdom is getting bigger and bigger, but who has a detailed count of how many people died along the way from Nanjing to Shanxi?

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Deng Dahai seemed to be simply venting his dissatisfaction. He listed his efforts and criticized Jiangdong's crimes. He was spitting and didn't want to stop at all.

"Pah!" Song Li slapped his hand on the table,

"These are not the reasons for you to be a dog for the Japanese, stop talking nonsense!"

Zhao Erniu in the shadows took a step forward. Deng Dahai's unbridled complaints made him very angry. He would not allow anyone to slander Jiang Dong.

"Brother Deng, I will call you brother one last time.

You only saw how many people were sacrificed, but you never thought about how many people would have died in Nanjing if there were no division commanders? How many of us would be able to survive to this day?" Erniu shook his head in extreme disappointment,

"Tell me your story, I don't want to see you pooping on the rack.

As long as you cooperate well with the Military Intelligence Department's questioning, I will ask the division commander to give you a happy ending when the matter is over."

After hearing what Zhao Erniu said, Deng Dahai stopped complaining and started to talk about his own affairs with a wry smile.

"The person who caught me was a Japanese woman. His name was Chiba. I don't know if it was her real name. That happened in Nanjing...
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