Chapter 536: Cutting the chicken's head off and burning yellow paper

"Puguanshe?'

'Guguanshe.'

'What?'

Zhang Yong frowned inwardly.

Another new term? How many secret agencies did the Japanese invaders have anyway?

Were there no unifying ones?

Then he thought about the Warring States period, when a few hundred people could start a war and call it a battle.

A conflict of this scale would be considered a brawl between two villages in Chinese history.

Perhaps that was why the Japanese invaders liked to exaggerate.

When Nobunaga Oda's army was at its largest, there were probably no more than 50,000 soldiers. It was truly insignificant.

Perhaps it was just a few Japanese spies who came up with the name Valley Agency. It was meant to scare people.

'Who is the head of your agency?'

'Juichi Terauchi.'

'Who?'

Zhang Yong was taken aback.

He thought he had heard it wrong.

No way? Juichi Terauchi? Who are you trying to scare?

Why didn't you say Motoharu Sugiyama?

'Juichi Terauchi,' Tanigawa Tsunekazu repeated emphatically.

He didn't hide the name.

On the contrary, he seemed to say it proudly.

Zhang Yong: ...

What the hell. What are the Japanese invaders up to?

Terauchi Shuichi is actually meddling? Setting up a Tanigawa organ? Is he just a nominal leader? Or is he getting personally involved?

'What are you talking to him about?' The fat guy from the sea came over.

Zhao Guanglin was also nearby. But they kept listening carefully. They didn't say anything.

They didn't understand Terauchi Shuichi or anything for the time being.

'Ask him some information.'

'What information?'

'He is affiliated with the Japanese Tanigawa organ. The head of the organ is called Terauchi Shuichi. He is probably just a nominal leader.'

'Who is Teranishi?'

'A general of the Japanese invaders.'

'General?'

'Yes.'

Zhang Yong answered with certainty.

Then he realised that his persona was wrong. He was too sure.

You Wang Dong is a small time thug from Tianjin, how could you possibly know so much information?

Sure enough, Fat Dahai asked curiously, 'You know so much?'

'There are a lot of Japanese in Tianjin.' Zhang Yong hastily covered up, 'They are all indiscreet. It's no secret.'

'No wonder,' said Da-Hai, believing him. Guanglin Zhao didn't doubt it either.

Indeed, there were a lot of Japanese invaders in Tianjin. The Japanese Kwantung Army Headquarters was there.

It was no surprise that the Japanese invaders were arrogant and domineering, and bragged about it everywhere. The more contact there was, the more he would know.

'Terauuchi has been promoted to general,' Zhao Guanglin suddenly interjected.

'Really?' Zhang Yong was puzzled.

He didn't remember this detail.

Was Jiuichi Terauchi really that powerful? He had been promoted to general?

It seems that at this time, the rank of general in the Japanese army was still very rare. Every general was a formidable presence.

The notorious Tojo seemed to be a major general at the moment?

'That's right, our minister Terauchi was promoted to general on October 30th of this year...' Tanigawa Tsunekazu interjected proudly.

As a result, he was beaten up.

Who told you to speak? Who told you to interrupt?

You're asking for it!

Is Terauchi Kotobuki your father?

Such glory...

He knocked Tanigawa Tsunekazu unconscious. Then he took him away.

Hakuba Youkou was closed down.

Everything inside is now booty.

It will be stored here for now. When we have the time, we'll deal with it all. Or sell it. Or we can split it up.

Of course, with so many treasures, some of them will definitely have to be given to the bigwigs upstairs. Wang Dong doesn't need to worry about these things. Fat Dahai, who comes from a family of officials, will do a proper job.

As for the details of the Japanese spy, we'll talk about it at the police station when we catch him.

There are weapons, radios, and code books. That's ironclad evidence. Reporting it up the chain of command will definitely make us look good.

Fat Dahai suddenly stopped Zhang Yong in his tracks and said expectantly, 'Wang Dong, we're destined to meet, so why don't we become sworn brothers?'

Zhang Yong: ? ? ?

Huh?

Brothers sworn by blood?

Oh, no!

You want to be sworn brothers with me?

Great!

Great!

I'd love to!

All kinds of decadent, ignorant and backward feudal thoughts filled Zhang Yong's brain.

Words like 'righteousness reaches the heavens' and 'sworn brothers in arms' sprang to mind.

'Well...'

Zhang Yong paused.

Although he was willing inside, he still had to be reserved.

Pang Yue briefly introduced himself.

It turned out that his book title was called Pang Yue. He himself disliked it a bit for being feminine, so he changed his name to Pang Yue.

Of course, his father had given him the name, so how could he just change it? The book title could not be changed.

Pang Yue was a second-generation official.

His father was the commander of the 51st Division of the 29th Army, stationed at Fengtai Barracks. This division was the absolute main division of the 29th Army. It was also stationed in the most crucial position, and could be said to be in a high position of power.

He is his sworn brother, and he is a high-ranking official.

The point is, after becoming sworn brothers, he can lean on the other person and keep on catching Japanese spies.

Are the top officials of the 29th Army not hesitant, fantasising about making peace with the Japanese invaders? Then I will tell you with facts that this is impossible. The bayonets of others are all at the back of your throat.

Dig out all the Japanese spies lurking in Beijing.

Dig out all the traitors in Beijing who have connections with the Japanese spies.

This will definitely be beneficial to the 29th Army.

Even if some people may have different ideas, as long as they have Pang Yu as a shield, they will be safe.

So...

'Well, I'm flattered!'

'Hurry up!'

Pang Yu couldn't wait.

He also wanted to catch Zhang Yong.

He didn't care about anyone else. He definitely wanted to make trouble for the Japanese.

His father had personally swung a broadsword with the Japanese invaders at Xifengkou. Even now, the wound had not healed.

Originally, he had two elder brothers. But now they were all gone. They had all died fighting the Japanese invaders.

Behind his cheerful appearance, he harboured a deep hatred for the Japanese invaders.

'Then...'

'I'll go prepare things.'

'Good!'

Zhang Yong nodded.

Pang Yu flew away. He went to find the chicken head. He went to find the yellow paper.

He wanted to personally prepare the ritual.

Zhang Yong turned to Zhao Guanglin and said, 'Ant, do you have something to say?'

'No,' Zhao Guanglin shook his head.

'Don't you think this is very feudal, very foolish, and very backward?'

'It is a bit feudal.'

'Then...'

'But if you can take Pang Yu to fight against the Japanese, you don't have to care about these details.'

'Really?'

'Of course!'

Zhao Guanglin nodded seriously.

Things like cutting off the head of a chicken, burning joss paper, and becoming sworn brothers had a specific historical context.

When the Red Army passed through areas controlled by the Yi people, there was even a Ye Dan. It was definitely not a mistake.

'Good!'

'Good!'

Zhang Yong was very happy.

The underground party in Beiping City were all elite soldiers and generals!

You see, they are not so old-fashioned.

They know how to be flexible.

As long as it's for the anti-Japanese war, what's the point of becoming sworn brothers?

'I'm back!'

Soon, Pang Yu was back like a flash.

It's hard to believe that this guy can run so fast. He obviously takes the brotherhood very seriously.

Zhang Yong takes out his ID.

Hmm, there's a slight problem. His ID is fake.

The date of birth has been deliberately filled in a little earlier. It's the first year of the Republic of China. That's 1911. He's 25 years old this year.

Pang Yu is from the third year of the Republic of China. He is more than two years younger than him.

So...

'Big brother, please accept my bow.' Pang Yu kowtows seriously.

Zhang Yong: ...

Shit, this won't sow the seeds of disaster, will it?

If Pang Yu finds out his true identity in the future, will he turn his back on him?

Oh, I don't think so. We're both fighting against the Japanese.

Changing identities, we can still catch spies and get rich... Oh, cross out the last sentence.

'Younger brother!'

'Older brother!'

They exchange bows. And then comes the highlight.

Chop off the chicken's head. Burn the yellow paper.

Swear an oath with blood. Drink the blood wine.

Ah...

A bit challenging.

Zhang Yong drinks with his eyes closed.

Pang Yu, however, gulps it down. He has the true nature of a second-generation soldier.

Zhang Yong couldn't help but suspect that this guy probably had a whole bunch of sworn brothers.

Judging by the way he did it, he was clearly an expert!

How many sworn brothers was he?

I'll ask him sometime...

'Heaven above, earth below, I, Pang Yu, voluntarily become a sworn brother with Wang Dong. We will share both fortune and misfortune in the future. We do not ask to be born in the same year and on the same day, but we do ask to die on the same day and in the same month...'

'Heaven above, earth below, I, Wang Dong, voluntarily become brothers with Pang Yu. In the future, we will share both blessings and misfortunes. We do not ask to be born in the same year and on the same day, but we do ask to die on the same day.'

Zhang Yong followed suit and swore to the heavens.

He particularly emphasised the words 'Wang Dong'. I am Wang Dong. Not Zhang Yong!

Wang Dong can die on the same day as the other person. But Zhang Yong cannot. Zhang Yong can still be very useful if he saves his own life.

The ceremony is complete. The two men stand up.

Zhang Yong feels very ridiculous. But he also quite enjoys the feeling.

Brothers sworn by oath.

It's a plot that he used to read about in novels, and now it's really happened to him.

In fact, it doesn't seem to be a big deal.

Lao Jiang also has a bunch of sworn brothers!

For the sake of a brother, one would stick a knife in one's side. If the relationship turns sour, then one would stab one's brother twice. Haha.

Formalities...

Formalities...

Anyone who really believes that brothers are as close as hands and feet, and that there is no friendship that can be severed, is a fool. Zhang Yong doesn't believe that anyway.

But there is no problem with a few people getting together to build a kingdom together, dividing the money together, drinking from big bowls and eating big chunks of meat together.

When the big crisis comes and everyone flies off in different directions, no one will mention it again.

'Big brother, let's go to Dong Lai Shun tonight, I'll treat...'

'No...'

Zhang Yong shakes his head.

Pang Yu's face gradually froze.

'We can't be high-profile yet. First, catch the Japanese spies and make more money,' Zhang Yong said seriously, "keep a low profile. Make a fortune quietly.'

'Good, good, good!" Pang Yu suddenly broke into a smile. He deeply agreed.

In fact, he didn't really like working at the police station. He was originally going to go to the military camp. To avenge the deaths of his two brothers.

But he was a bit overweight. And not very agile. On the battlefield, with such a big target, there was no way he could move quickly enough to avoid the bullets.

In the end, he was placed in the police department, where he could handle a gun. But there was no danger. And there were no enemies.

Usually, he just got by. Smiling all the time.

In fact, deep down, he was quite depressed. But then, God blessed him with the appearance of Wang Dong. Here was his chance.

Catching a Japanese spy is exciting. And you can get some money out of it.

With money, you can get weapons and equipment. Even if it's not much. It's also very important for the 51st Division.

His father is the commander of the 51st Division, so of course he always puts his father first. As the ancients said, brothers fight, and fathers and sons fight together in battle.

'Are there any more Japanese spies?'

'There are more.'

'Where are they?'

'Follow me!'

Zhang Yong waved his hand. He took everyone and went to the street next door.

Not far away, a tram was slowly approaching. Clang, clang, dinosaur carrying wolf, dinosaur carrying wolf...

In a moment, the tram stopped in front of them.

It was stopped by Zhang Yong, who reached out his hand.

There were so many policemen, all carrying guns. Of course the tram had to stop.

Zhang Yong got on the tram directly and dragged a middle-aged man off the tram. Then he waved his hand, indicating that the tram could continue to go.

Clang...

Clang...

The dinosaur carries the wolf...

And so the tram swayed away again.

'You...'

The middle-aged man who had been dragged down by Zhang Yong was very calm.

He was wearing a very decent grey suit. His leather shoes were polished and his hair was combed and shiny.

It was a sunny day, and he was holding an umbrella.

'We are from the police department. We are arresting Japanese spies.'

'What do I have to do with your arresting Japanese spies? Let me go, I have to go to work, don't waste my time.'

'What do you think?'

'You don't think I'm a Japanese spy, do you?'

'Exactly.'

Zhang Yong smiled and nodded.

The middle-aged man's face gradually grew serious.

'Do you know where I work?'

'Where?'

'Dongjiaominxiang!'

'Oh. So you work for the foreigner.'

'I solemnly tell you, my name is Wang Qiancheng, I am a senior staff member at the British Embassy, and you are slandering me.'

'Don't be nervous. We work with evidence.'

'Please produce the evidence.'

'No rush. Mr Wang, please take us back to your residence...'

'You...'

'Please!'

Wang Qiancheng had no choice but to walk angrily in front of them.

Zhang Yong leisurely followed behind. Unconsciously, the distance grew.

Zhao Guanglin wanted to say something, but stopped.

Pang Yu also wanted to say something, but stopped, wanting to quicken his pace.

The distance was too great. If the spy suddenly ran away, they wouldn't be able to catch up. If they fired, they would kill him. The trail would be cut off.

Zhang Yong shook his head.

The two of them looked at each other, not knowing what the hell he was up to.

Suddenly, Wang Qiancheng threw away the umbrella in his hand and started running. He immediately ran into the alley next to him.

Pang Yu: !!!

and instinctively called out to chase after him.

However, Zhang Yong waved his hand, indicating that there was no hurry.

He let the other person run.

He hung back a long way behind.

He deliberately let the other person run. He let the other person go back to his safe house.

He had already marked the target. As long as the other person did not pull away by 400 metres, he would not be able to escape...

Huh?

Suddenly, the target stopped.

He found the safe house so quickly?

Impressive!

It seems that the Japanese invaders have a lot of safe houses!

He has only run a short distance and has already found a safe house. This Wang Qiancheng is definitely no small fry.

It is associated with the fact that the other party works in the British Embassy in Dongjiaominxiang. It is almost certain that he is not targeting the Chinese. Instead, he is targeting the British. This Wang Qiancheng is a spy lurking next to the British.

Immediately, he waved his hand to indicate that everyone should slow down.

'Where is he?'

Pang Yu was very anxious.

He had little experience of catching Japanese spies. He thought they had lost their trail.

That would be troublesome.

The hutongs in the city were interconnected, and once the target's trail was lost, it would be difficult to find them again.

'He's hiding.'

'Where?'

'In the house in front.'

'Are you sure?'

'Don't worry. My nose is better than a dog's.'

'Er...'

Pang Yu felt that Zhang Yong's statement was a bit ambiguous.

However, if he could really smell the Japanese spy, that would be great. Inside Beiping City, this is the one thing that is missing right now.

Zhang Yong waved his hand. He told a few policemen to walk in front.

Although, the Japanese spy did not have any weapon signs in his hands. But what if there is a knife?

It is better to be careful.

Although this is not courageous, Zhang Yong believes that he can still do a lot by keeping his nickname.

Approaching the target house.

'He's inside.'

'Good!'

Pang Yu nodded.

He gave a hand signal.

'Bang!'

The wooden door was kicked open.

The group rushed in.