Zhang Zeshi has returned to his compatriots. Around, there is a sour smell of sweat. He sat alone on the edge of the barbed wire, calmed down by his past experiences.
Suddenly, a white cigarette ignited and slashed over his head, forming an arc and flying into the prisoner of war camp, throwing it at an American soldier who was smirking and laughing. Humiliation. Zhang Zeshi suddenly realized the consequences, it was too late. In order to fight for the cigarette, the people around were already boiling, wheezing, fighting, and cursing, and a pair of spasmodic hands (zha) scattered their fingers and black arms covered with mud fought desperately, while the people who grabbed the cigarette couldn't wait to spit out the smoke rings—
Zhang Zeshi's face suddenly became hot with shame.
"Get up for me!" he roared in a low voice, "you've disgraced the volunteers' faces. ”
Who was he? The cigarette snatcher was stunned. Was it a prisoner of war? He wore the same clothes and spoke Chinese. "Phew!" someone scolded unconvinced, "You are also a captive, why do you care about us? Lao Tzu has no cigarettes to smoke, just to rob them, and to have a face? Can a face be used as a cigarette?"
Zhang Zeshi silently put on the armband given to him by Brooks, his arm was so heavy, it was painful to wear the armband, but in front of such compatriots, he couldn't help but wear it. Sure enough, power produced an unexpected deterrent. In the eyes of his countrymen, there was fear, doubt, and contempt.
By the barbed wire, a little ghost with a Tianjin accent was crying.
"What are you crying about?"
"The devil hit me. ”
"Why?"
"Ask me who are party members and cadres, and I scolded him····· Bastard, he's ······ Kick me. ”
"You're good, you're brave. ”
"I miss my mom, and she'll miss me too, whoa-"
He is Jiang Ruipu. I didn't see him when I was in Beijing in 1985, and he went to Algeria to help. This Tianjin imp, who later performed very well in the prisoner of war camp, is probably the first member of the patriotic group developed by Zhang Zeshi.
"Little ghost, don't cry, from now on, we will organize to fight against the devil. ”
"Just you, me?"
"There will be some, there will be a lot of people. ”
Suwon.
Pusan.
In Chuncheon, Lee Dae-an and the other six surrenderers changed into U.S. military uniforms and were sent to Suwon, where they were flown to the U.S. Eighth Army's secret intelligence agency in Daegu. That night, two workers from Taiwan interrogated him:
"In North Korea, how many transport units are there of the communist army?"
"I know there are cars one and four. ”
"Where is the General Logistics Department located?"
"All I know is that gasoline was pulled into the ravine of Shinmaku, and the shells were also pulled from the train tracks near Shinmaku, where there was a logistics subdivision. ”
"How many transportation lines are there in the northeast? Is there an airport near Andong?"
"There is a pontoon bridge in the east of the Yalu River, and there are also river bridges in Latun Whistle and Linjiang······. There are Yangzipao Airport near Anton, and Liujia Xiaoyuan Airport ······"
The next day, one of the workers, surnamed Baek, approached Lee Dae-an and asked, "Would you rather stay and work here or go to Busan?" Bai said, "Okay, after you arrive in Busan, you do more work, mainly to understand the situation of Communist Party cadres and party members, no matter what happens, it doesn't matter, I will support you." Soon, Bai arranged everything for Li Da'an, first of all, sent Li Da'an to Heyang.
Ha Duong. Psychological Operations Section, Intelligence Agency, U.S. 8th Army.
Li Da'an lives alone in a large iron shed. In the afternoon of the same day, another prisoner of war was brought in. Jiangsu accent and can speak Japanese.
Li Da'an: Which unit are you from and what do you do?
Jiangsu: I'm from the XX Army, a howitzer.
Li Da'an: Howitzers will also be captured?
Jiangsu: I surrendered.
Li Da'an: Why did you surrender?
Jiangsu: I hate the Communist Party. I worked as an orderly in the Japanese army and as a gunner in the Kuomintang.
The name of Jiangsu is Wang Yaoting.
On the third day, there was another prisoner of war named Wang Qi in the big iron shed, and as soon as he was sent in, he took the initiative to say, "I am a draftsman at the division headquarters." In the past, I was a member of the Three Youth League in the Kuomintang army, and I wanted to run in China. This time, I took advantage of the opportunity to draw and brought the military map with me," Wang Qi added, adding, "I have an uncle who is a senior official in Taiwan." ”
A row of tin tents with wooden signs "G-II" ,—— the Second Section of the Far Eastern Intelligence Bureau. In this row of gloomy tin roofed houses, it was responsible for interrogating and understanding the political situation of prisoners of war, and was the archival organ of the prisoner of war camp.
The interrogators, one Japanese American or Chinese with glasses, and the other an interpreter.
Q: Are you from the 180th Division?
A: Yes.
Q: What is the position?
Answer: Propagandists.
Q: Are you a party member?
A: No, it's a group member.
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[Thirty-six years later, the answerer told me that at that time, I was just an ordinary soldier, with no political mind, and I said whatever I asked, not knowing the struggle or making up lies.] There is a saying in China that people should bow their heads when they go to the eaves, and I think I can get by honestly, as long as I don't have to endure hardships and do hard labor. 〕
Eight interrogation tables are usually placed in a shed at the same time, and eight prisoners of war are working back to back at the same time.
The interrogator of Gu Zesheng was a South Korean mercenary in his thirties, fluent in Chinese, chewing gum while smiling and talking to the big man Gu Zesheng:
Q: You seem to be a veteran, when did you become a soldier and fought a lot of battles, right?
A: I have beaten the Japanese, I have beaten Lao Chiang, and I have also beaten the Americans.
Q: What battles have you fought at home?
Answer: We have fought all the big battles, and we have also fought in Shanghai.
Q: Where is the airport in Shanghai?
A: I don't know.
Q: Do you know the airport if you have been to Shanghai?
A: We went to the countryside.
Q: How many people are there in rural areas?
A: I don't know.
Q: Do you sing the songs of the Communist Party?
The gum-chewing mouth moved, and he smirked and skillfully sang "The sky in the liberated areas is a clear day."