You were tasked with guarding the Sihang Warehouse, and you brought out a Tiger tank?

Qingcheng Port, West City Prison.

This place was originally an old prison left over from the Hans colonial period.

After the Japanese occupied Qingcheng Port, they raised the walls and put up barbed wire, turning it into a den of iniquity where patriotic resistance fighters and underground party members were imprisoned.

Countless tough men of the Great Xia were tortured here until they were unrecognizable, and finally turned into cold corpses that were carried out.

But fortunes change.

Now that Qingcheng Port has been recaptured by Lin Feng, the prison has welcomed a new guest.

Those Japanese officers, military police, domineering Japanese capitalists, and a large number of puppet government officials who didn't manage to escape were all stripped of their skin and stuffed into the prison here like pigs.

At this moment, Lin Feng led his men into the dark and damp prison corridor.

The cells on both sides of the corridor were packed with people.

Upon seeing Lin Feng, dressed in the uniform of the Great Xia army and bearing the rank of general, walk over, many of the imprisoned Japanese military police were so frightened that they shrank back into the corner, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Lin Feng's infamous reputation in Shanghai and in various battles for frequently beheading Japanese soldiers and piling their heads into mounds of skulls had long been known throughout the entire Japanese army.

In traditional Japanese culture, if a person loses their head, they will get lost in the Sanzu River after death and will never be able to be reborn, remaining only as a wandering ghost.

These ruthless beasts, who usually kill without blinking an eye, now felt a deep-seated fear in the face of Lin Feng.

Lin Feng stopped and turned to look at a solitary cell in the distance.

In the corner of the cell sat a man with gray hair and a haggard expression.

His once-stylish suit was now filthy, his tie was askew, and he exuded an air of decadence and despair.

It was none other than Hiroshi Oshima, the Japanese consul whom he had arrested.

Lin Feng sneered, withdrew his gaze, and continued walking forward.

"General Lin, General Lin, you've been wronged!"

Just as they reached the entrance to the prison cell where the puppet officials were being held, a harsh, hoarse voice rang out.

Wang Shihe, the deputy director of the puppet police station, rushed to the iron fence, grabbed the iron bars with both hands, and desperately tried to push his fat face outwards.

"Open the door." Lin Feng gestured with his chin toward the guard next to him.

The iron gate opened.

Wang Shihe scrambled to Lin Feng's feet, grabbed Lin Feng's military boots, and cried and snot streamed down his face.

"General Lin, I was forced into this."

"My position as deputy director is a case of being in Cao Cao's camp but my heart is with Liu Bei; I'm taking a roundabout way to achieve my goal."

While crying and shouting, Wang Shihe frantically pulled a crumpled Kuomintang flag from his bosom and held it high above his head.

"You see, I always carry the national flag with me."

I am patriotic.

When your army attacked the city, I even ordered my policemen not to resist. I surrendered; I've done a great service!

Seeing that Lin Feng remained silent, Wang Shihe thought he had a chance, so he quickly lowered his voice and leaned close to Lin Feng, saying obsequiously:

"General Lin, just spare my dog's life."

I also have three boxes of gold bars buried in my house, plus more than a dozen antiques from the Qing Dynasty.

"If you just nod and spare my life, I'll tell you where the treasure is buried; consider it a donation to the war effort."

Lin Feng looked at the fat pig and sneered inwardly.

Fool.

Even if I kill you, all that money will still be mine.

It's nothing more than having his men dig more dirt; at worst, he'll send someone to uproot your house.

"Wang Shihe, you shameless bastard."

In the next cell, the fake mayor Zhao Jinrong and the fake police chief Sun Yaozu were being held together.

Upon hearing Wang Shihe's words, Zhao Jinrong flew into a rage and began to curse:

"When you're working for the Imperial Army... for the Japanese devils, you're more proactive than anyone else."

Now look what's happened, he's transformed into a meritorious official?

Have you no shame?!

Sun Yaozu also spat on the ground: "Pah! Spineless coward, I must have been blind to promote you to deputy director."

Wang Shihe turned his head and started cursing at the cell next door:

"You two old bastards don't know anything."

Those who understand the times are wise; General Lin's heavenly army has descended, and I am abandoning darkness for light.

Lin Feng watched the group of traitors fighting like dogs and laughed mockingly.

He raised his leg and kicked Wang Shihe directly in the chest.

"Bang!"

Wang Shihe screamed as his nearly 200-pound body flew backward, crashing heavily against the earthen wall of the cell, causing the plaster to crumble.

He clutched his chest, writhing on the ground in pain, unable to breathe for a long time.

"A roundabout way to achieve our goal?"

Lin Feng stepped forward, looking down at Wang Shihe on the ground:

"I even dared to arrest the Japanese consul, Hiroshi Oshima, and lock him up like a dog."

Who do you think you are, to presume to negotiate with me?

Lin Feng turned his head and glanced at Zhao Jinrong and Sun Yaozu, who were silent and trembling in the next cell.

"You traitors, you usually help the Japanese to oppress the people and plunder their wealth."

In this prison, you torture underground party members and arrest innocent civilians.

In order to seize other people's property, you framed those national capitalists with fabricated crimes, causing their families to be ruined and their lives destroyed.

When you did these heinous things, did you never imagine this day would come?

The group of people were rendered speechless by Lin Feng's scolding and all lowered their heads.

Zhao Jinrong slumped to the ground, his face ashen.

He was filled with regret.

When the Japanese invaded, they marched through the air with planes and artillery; they were so impressive.

This group of people thought that the Great Xia Dynasty was doomed, and in order to preserve their wealth and status, they eagerly went to serve as dogs for the Japanese.

Who would have thought that only half a year has passed?

The once invincible Japanese devils suffered such a huge setback at Qingcheng Port. Their garrison of over a thousand men was wiped out in just three days.

If they had known Lin Feng was this fierce, they would never have dared to be the first to stick their neck out.

"Someone come here."

Lin Feng turned around, strode out, and gave the order without looking back:

"Ran the homes of Wang Shihe, Zhao Jinrong, Sun Yaozu, and all the traitors on the list, big and small."

Dig three feet into the ground for me.

Even a single copper coin hidden in a crack in the wall, you have to pry it out for me.

"yes!"

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a few days later.

The Qingchenggang Central Square, which was restored after surviving the war.

The weather was a bit gloomy today, but the square was already packed with people.

Tens of thousands of people from Qingchenggang packed the square so tightly that people even climbed onto the rooftops and tree branches around it.

In the very center of the square, a tall wooden platform was temporarily erected.

Behind the platform, a huge white banner with black characters reads: "Public Trial of Traitors and Bullies in Qingcheng Port".

More than 30 heinous traitors, including Zhao Jinrong, Sun Yaozu, and Wang Shihe, were bound hand and foot.

They had wooden plaques bearing their crimes hanging from their chests and death warrants stuck in their backs, and were forced to kneel at the very front of the platform by the soldiers.

The crowd below was furious and rained down rotten vegetable leaves, rotten eggs, and even stones on the heads and bodies of these traitors.

"Kill these traitorous dogs!"

"Give me back my son's life!"

Lin Feng sat on the judge's bench on the side of the high platform, looking at the boiling public opinion below, and nodded slightly.

Zhao Yushu took a tin megaphone, walked to the front of the stage, and shouted loudly:

"Fellow villagers, please be quiet."

Today, Commander Lin Feng of the 33rd Army Corps is holding a public trial here.

It is all to stand up for everyone and to seek justice for those innocent souls who were persecuted by traitors.

Those who have been wronged should seek justice, and those who have been wronged should seek revenge.

Anyone who has suffered persecution at the hands of these beasts, come forward now to voice your grievances.