[Zheng Yiming] Author: Shi Yan

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＊　　... Of course, with his small, chicken-like physique, he couldn't possibly complete any formal spy training, 　　nor did he want to make espionage his profession. However, using intelligence gathering on anti-government students to 　　earn some extra money wasn't bad. 　　Zheng Yiming was very good at disguising himself; perhaps he was born to be a spy. At school, he always presented 　　a radical image and was charitable, which won him the favor of many students and 　　created opportunities for him to secretly observe the activities of other radical students. He was a tight-lipped person, unlike other amateur spies who 　　were afraid others wouldn't know about their connections with the Military Intelligence Bureau. He usually shared a dormitory with poor students, lived frugally 　　, and was always charitable, unlike some rich kids who were addicted to all sorts of vices. Because of this, until he 　　withdrew from the provincial capital with the Kuomintang army, no one suspected his identity. 　　In truth, Zheng Yiming was a man of great ambition and strong desires, but he disliked politics. 　　His role as a secret agent was merely to help his uncle; his true passion lay in medicine. Therefore, he excelled academically 　　, otherwise he wouldn't have become a renowned medical professor. 　　Zheng Yiming's grades in his major courses were outstanding, especially in anatomy, where he consistently ranked first in his class. The school's anatomy 　　professors greatly admired him, unaware that his exceptional anatomy skills stemmed not from 　　the specimens in the academy's pathology lab or from extensive reading, but from practical opportunities unavailable to other students 　　. 　　Zheng Yiming's uncle, Zheng Mingde, was the head of the Military Intelligence Bureau, where assassinations, kidnappings, and executions of political prisoners were commonplace. Zheng 　　Yishan, as a forensic pathologist, frequently participated in executions. Zheng Yiming was well aware of this, so he begged his brother 　　to take him to the execution ground to dissect the condemned prisoners. Zheng Yishan then sought help from Zheng Mingde. After 　　observing his nephew for a long time, Zheng Mingde felt that this cautious and prudent cousin seemed trustworthy, so he arranged 　　a task for him. 　　The execution involved the deputy leader of the power plant's workers' militia. Because he was a political prisoner, his family wasn't notified to claim the body. 　　Under his brother's on-site guidance, Zheng Yiming dissected the body, whose head had been shattered by a bullet, leaving almost no 　　intact remains. He then threw the body into a pit that was originally intended for burial and filled it with soil. 　　Because Zheng Yiming kept the matter a secret, Zheng Mingde felt he wouldn't cause trouble, so he 　　tried to arrange tasks for him whenever there was an opportunity to execute political prisoners. 　　In the year since his first dissection, Zheng Yiming had personally dissected four or five healthy corpses, but 　　he wasn't satisfied and wanted to dissect a female corpse. Zheng Yiming studied general surgery, not gynecology. 　　Although the academy's pathology lab had a specimen of a female reproductive system, it was kept in a separate, locked room, and 　　only obstetrics and gynecology students were allowed in. Zheng Yiming wasn't truly an ascetic. His parents had long ago arranged for him to marry a 　　beautiful woman who lived in their old house in the countryside. His family also owned a villa in the city. His father had arranged for him to have a pretty maid named Xiao Cui, 　　who was his object of sexual gratification when he returned home on Sundays. His classmates all knew this, but no one found it strange. 　　Since his family was wealthy, it was normal for him to have multiple wives and concubines back then, as long as he didn't cause trouble outside the marriage, no one would 　　interfere. Zheng Yiming clearly understood everything about women from his beautiful wives and concubines, but he desperately wanted to 　　understand what women were like inside. Unfortunately, female political prisoners were far fewer than male political prisoners, and they rarely had 　　the opportunity to be sentenced to death, so Zheng Mingde couldn't help him even if he wanted to. 　　That afternoon after class, Zheng Yiming saw a servant from his family's villa standing at the dormitory entrance. The servant said to him, 　　"Young Master, a guest has come from the countryside. Sister Cui requests your return." 　　Zheng Yiming knew it was either Zheng Mingde or Zheng Yishan who needed to see him, so he told his roommates, 　　"I'm going back. If I'm not back by tomorrow morning, please ask the school for leave for me." He then followed the servant 　　out. 　　"Yiming, what guest? Is it Xiao Cui missing you?" His classmates, knowing Xiao Cui was actually 　　his concubine, teased him behind his back. Zheng Yiming turned around, pretending to be angry, picked up a small 　　stone from the ground and threw it at them. Everyone laughed and dispersed. 　　Zheng Yiming returned to his villa, entered through the front gate, and walked through the courtyard without stopping, not even 　　greeting Xiao Cui who was waiting for him, before following the servant to the back gate. The servant peeked out, 　　nodded to Zheng Yiming, and Zheng Yiming quickly went out, stepping into a curtained rickshaw parked at the door. The 　　driver pulled down the curtain and drove off. 　　This rickshaw was sent by his uncle, Zheng Mingde, probably because there was news of another student movement. 　　In Zheng Mingde's study, Zheng Yiming saw his uncle and elder brother, Zheng Yishan. 　　"Yiming, haven't you always wanted to find a female corpse for dissection? Tomorrow, a female prisoner is to be executed, 　　and Yishan is going to the execution ground to examine the body. Same as always, you'll be your brother's assistant. I won't say much more; you know the rules, 　　so don't cause any trouble." 　　"I know, Uncle De, I definitely won't say a word to anyone." 　　"That's good. You two brothers should go back and prepare." 　　"Okay." 　　Zheng Yiming went to his brother's house first, and the two privately discussed the dissection plan. A female 　　corpse is rare, so they must make the most of it.

After having dinner at his elder brother's house, Zheng Yiming returned to his villa. That night, he was extremely excited. He had Xiao Cui'er help him take
a bath, then watched her bathe in front of him. Although Xiao Cui was only sixteen,
her master had given her to this young master long ago, and she was no longer a naive young girl. Although her face
was as red as a rooster's, she shyly and obediently took off her clothes, revealing her snow-white flesh. Looking at this
young woman's naked body, Zheng Yiming was burning with lust. Before Xiao Cui could dry herself, he
had already pulled her onto the bed, and their naked bodies became entangled.
Zheng Yiming made love to Xiao Cui three times in a row until he was too exhausted to continue and finally fell into a deep sleep.
Zheng Yiming didn't always torment Xiao Cui like this when he returned, but this time he did it on purpose because he
was going to dissect a woman the next day, and dissection required undressing. The thought of
stripping that woman, whose appearance he didn't know, completely naked, exposing her private parts, ignited a strong lust in Zheng Yiming's heart. To prevent
himself from losing control tomorrow, he decided to go as wild as possible tonight.
(II)
Zheng Yiming woke up before dawn. He gently pushed aside the naked body sleeping beside him,
got up, dressed, and went out into the courtyard. The servant had already prepared water for him. After washing up, he
came out through the back door and got into the rickshaw waiting there, heading towards Zheng Yishan's private residence.
When carrying out execution missions, Zheng Yishan had a special car to pick him up. Zheng Yiming and he put on white coats
and took the special car to the Military Intelligence Bureau's own detention center. Not long after, Zheng Mingde's car arrived, followed by
two open jeeps and a sealed execution vehicle. Fully armed military police were sitting in the jeeps. Zheng Mingde and
the other military police entered the detention center first. A moment later, they emerged and returned to their respective cars. The heavy-duty execution vehicle reversed into
the detention center gate. Afterward, the five vehicles joined together and headed straight for the execution ground.
Zheng Yiming sat silently in his car, fiddling with the complete set of dissection tools carried by Zheng Yishan. He
anxiously wondered what crime the female prisoner had committed, her age, and what she looked like. As he thought, he became aroused
, quickly taking a deep breath to calm himself, his heart pounding wildly.
The execution ground was located in a mountain valley in the southwest suburbs, surrounded on three sides by low hills, with a
basin of about a hundred acres in the middle, overgrown with weeds taller than a person.
The convoy drove into the valley via a dirt road, the only main road leading to the execution ground. Zheng Yiming
was familiar with the area, knowing that the terrain made it easy to secure.
The vehicle drove to the middle of the execution ground. The messy tire tracks and sparse weeds told people that
vehicles frequently came here. In these chaotic times, the prisons were overflowing, so anyone even remotely facing execution
was likely to be shot.
Zheng Yiming followed his elder brother out of the vehicle and saw Zheng Mingde and the military police already outside. Looking around, he
saw heavily armed soldiers standing on the surrounding hillsides—sentinels from the nearby garrison.
Zheng Yiming only glanced at them briefly before focusing his attention on the back of the execution vehicle. His heart
pounded, hoping that a beautiful woman would emerge.
The back door opened, and two military policemen with armbands jumped out first. Then they took
a female prisoner, bound hand and foot, from the vehicle.
The woman wasn't the beautiful young girl Zheng Yiming had hoped for, but rather a voluptuous
young woman. She was probably around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, wearing a thin prison uniform, with shoulder-length short hair. She was of average height and build
, neither too thin nor too tall, with fair skin. While not exceptionally beautiful, she possessed a pleasing appearance, so Zheng Yiming
wasn't disappointed.
The woman was bound with ropes as thick as a little finger, her arms pulled tightly back, rendering her completely immobile. Whether
intentionally or not, the ropes descended from her shoulders, crossed in front of her chest, and then wrapped around her
waist and behind her back, making her two round, full breasts appear unusually prominent through her clothing. Her feet were also bound and hung backward from
the ropes binding her hands, forcing her legs into a bent position. Without support, she couldn't move an inch. Behind
her was a cardboard sign that read, "Execution of Communist Bandit Liu Yushu."
The woman's face was remarkably calm as she watched the military police preparing for the execution,
showing no fear whatsoever, instead repeatedly letting out cold laughs.
Because female communists were relatively rare, capturing one would generally be major news, and the newspapers
would always have some coverage. Moreover, a female communist worthy of execution was certainly no small figure. However, Zheng Yiming
had no idea who Liu Yushu was, indicating that this woman's identity was extremely special.
But regardless of her identity, it was all the same to Zheng Yiming; all he needed was a female
corpse, a healthy female corpse, and as intact as possible, so he could fully dedicate himself to his anatomical studies.
Zheng Yiming, acting as both forensic pathologist and photographer, approached the woman with a German-made Zeiss camera
. She was placed on the ground, her legs suspended, forcing her to kneel. She tried to straighten herself,
coldly facing the camera, motionless like a statue.
Zheng Mingde waved his hand, and the two military policemen, just like before, lifted the woman up by her armpits and
quickly walked along a path into the deep grass. A group of men followed behind. After walking about a hundred meters, they reached the
foot of the hill, where a pit, about one person deep, had already been dug, and the excavated soil was piled around its edge.
The military policemen placed the woman on the edge of the pit, her face facing it. If they fired now, the woman would fall straight
into the pit.
But Zheng Yiming was there to perform an autopsy, and if someone fell into the pit, it would be quite troublesome. So he opened his mouth,
but before he could speak, the lieutenant in charge spoke first: "Wait, move her to the side. We're going
to perform an autopsy soon."
These men were specifically responsible for executing prisoners; they were usually the ones carrying out the executions. Zheng Yiming had been there
a few times and was a familiar face. They knew that the two men dressed as doctors were definitely going to perform an autopsy on this female prisoner,
which was why they made the last-minute decision to move her to the side.
The woman was led to the right side of the pit, kneeling facing the hillside. Zheng Yishan took her last
photograph. Hearing the sound of a bullet being chambered behind her, she straightened her knees slightly and then shouted slogans.
The military police lieutenant subtly gestured, and the officer who had chambered the bullet crept up behind the female prisoner,
pointed his gun at the back of her head, and pulled the trigger just two or three inches away.
The woman's voice was cut off by the deafening gunshot. Her body, bound like a dumpling
, jerked violently before collapsing into the grass. Her bound hands and cloth-shoe-clad feet trembled a few times before
falling silent.
Zheng Yiming had witnessed executions several times and had become somewhat numb to death, but seeing
a young woman, at least quite attractive, die in an instant still filled him with deep regret.
Zheng Yishan was the forensic doctor; the aftermath of the execution was his responsibility. The two brothers walked over. The woman was lying face down
on the ground, red blood and white brain matter flowing from the bullet hole in the back of her head.
Zheng Yishan first took a few pictures of the woman's body, then Zheng Yiming helped untie the ropes binding her feet
and turned her over.
The bullet had exited almost directly through the center of the woman's face; the soft tissue of her entire face had been blown apart,
a bloody mess, her features indistinguishable, only blood still flowing from the bullet hole between her eyes.
Although Zheng Yiming had seen such scenes more than once, he still felt a wave of nausea and quickly
turned his face away, while Zheng Yishan took pictures of the woman's body.
Burying the bodies was originally the job of the soldiers guarding the mountain, but during secret executions, only the enforcement team
handled it. They didn't want to see the prisoners' bodies cut into pieces. If it weren't for
the relationship between the Zheng brothers and Zheng Mingde, they wouldn't have stayed at the scene. Zheng Yishan knew this, so he always let them
go back first, leaving only himself and his brother to deal with the bodies last—it was just a matter of adding a few shovelfuls of dirt, right?
The military police lieutenant gestured to the people on the mountain to withdraw, then got into his car with a group of military police and
sped away with Zheng Mingde's car, leaving only Zheng Yishan's car behind.
Zheng Yiming tore a large piece of clothing from the woman's body and covered her face; the mutilated face was
unbearable for him.
Looking back, he saw the driver, Old Wang, quietly sneaking over. When Zheng Yiming first dissected a prisoner's body
, Old Wang, knowing that the body would be dissected, curiously watched for a while. But as soon as the abdomen
was cut open and the internal organs were exposed, he gagged and quickly turned away. Now he was back, and Zheng Yiming
knew it was because the prisoner was a young woman. He wasn't surprised; it
would be strange for a man not to want to see such a young woman being stripped naked. Zheng Yiming, understanding the principle of consideration for others,
deliberately shifted his body to allow Old Wang a better view.
Meanwhile, Zheng Yishan had already cut the ropes binding the woman's upper body with a knife and was slowly
pulling them out from under her.
The woman's limbs were finally freed, but she was no longer able to escape or resist. Zheng Yishan reached out and
unbuttoned the woman's prison uniform. He and Zheng Yiming pulled down her clothes, but her body was
as limp as noodles, difficult to move. So Zheng Yishan called Lao Wang for help.
Lao Wang happily agreed and helped lift the woman's shoulders, finally managing
to raise her upper body with great effort. Zheng Yiming heard a very faint "whoosh" sound coming from the woman's lower body. He looked back, saw
nothing unusual, and then turned back to help his brother pull the woman's top off her arms. Then
he looked back again. Zheng Yishan understood what had happened and said, "She urinated."
Zheng Yiming and Lao Wang quickly looked down at the woman's lower abdomen and indeed saw a faint wet patch in the crotch of her pants
.
"How can a dead person urinate?" Lao Wang asked excitedly.
"When a person is alive, the anus and urethra are muscularly contracted. When a person dies, the muscles relax, leading to
incontinence. Just now, when you lifted her upper body, her body bent over, compressing her bladder and squeezing
out the urine stored inside."
"Oh, I see." Old Wang said with sudden realization, "You doctors are really knowledgeable.
Could she have soiled her pants?"
"Possibly, but they probably dealt with it beforehand." "
How?"
"Let her defecate before binding her, or plug her anus with something."
"Plug it? Who plugged it?" Old Wang immediately thought of something else.
"The female guard, or get other female prisoners to help."
"What would she do?"
"What else could she do? Nobody wants to soil their pants."
"That's true." Old Wang's attention immediately focused on the woman's waistband, his eyes showing obvious
anticipation.
(III)
Underneath the woman's top was a white homespun undershirt. Zheng Yishan unbuttoned the undershirt, and the three of them
took it off together. Zheng Yiming noticed that the woman's nipples and areolas were very dark, unlike his
wife's and Xiao Cui's pink nipples. He understood that this indicated the woman had given birth before. But what surprised him
was that although the woman's breasts were heavy, they were very firm, unlike the sagging of breastfeeding women
.
Although Zheng Yiming was not a virgin, and although his own woman's body was beautiful enough, this
woman's naked body made him feel as if she were a virgin, fair and sexy. He involuntarily took a deep breath to
suppress the rising desire in his heart.
Old Wang put the woman's upper body down, letting her lie flat, and then they took turns helping Zheng Yiming take off the woman's shoes and socks
, revealing her two delicate feet.
The woman lay still, her belt undone by Zheng Yiming, who then
pulled down her trousers and the cotton underpants she wore, leaving her completely naked in front of the three men. She remained motionless, letting them
spread her legs wide apart. At this point, any sense of shame had become meaningless.
"Hey, look!" Old Wang exclaimed as if he had discovered something amazing.
Following his gaze, Zheng Yiming and Zheng Yishan looked at the woman's genitals.
The woman's pubic hair wasn't very dense, mostly concentrated on her mons pubis, but her thick labia were a dark color,
a sign of childbirth. However, the driver wasn't showing them that; he was showing them
the wet substance between her parted labia. Although the female prisoner had just lost control of her bladder, the three men, all with sexual experience, knew that the
wet liquid was neither urine nor the woman's own secretions, but rather semen. Zheng Yiming
was initially puzzled. He rubbed some of the liquid between his fingers, then
sniffed it. It was definitely semen!
"How is this possible?" Zheng Yiming secretly speculated. This woman must have been detained in the detention center for at least
several days, which could be seen from the several scabs on her body that were obviously from whipping. During this time, it
was impossible for her to live with her husband, let alone be locked up with other male prisoners. Even if
she was a promiscuous woman who slept with anyone, this was still unbelievable.
Zheng Yishan and Lao Wang, however, understood much better and immediately cleared up Zheng Yiming's doubts:
"Those guys in the prison and the action group are all scoundrels.
Before each secret execution of young female political prisoners, they take their liberties with them first. It's an open secret inside, approved by Boss Dai, to
encourage them to work harder on 'suppressing the Communists.'"
"If outsiders find out and it's published in the newspapers, won't it cause a national sensation?"
"Of course, so it's usually only done before executions. Anyway, there's no way to prove it once they're dead. As long as they
don't say anything, who will know?"
"Damn it!" Zheng Yiming involuntarily uttered a curse word that a student like him rarely used.
"You can't talk about this outside!" his brother warned him.
"I know." Zheng Yiming certainly knew the seriousness of this matter if it got out. Even what he himself was about to do to
this woman would be a disaster if it spread. He didn't want to cause trouble for himself. Besides
, she was President Chiang's mortal enemy. What wouldn't she do to someone like that? Zheng Yiming
thought this way, and thus he tolerated their behavior.
"So, have you ever participated?" Zheng Yiming suddenly remembered that Zheng Yishan was always the one who performed autopsies on political prisoners executed by the Military Intelligence Bureau
. Could it be that he...?
"I was there a few times, but I didn't go." Zheng Yishan didn't shy away from the truth.
"Why? Too ugly?"
"No, those guys are all out there flirting with women. Who knows what diseases they might have?
Maybe it would be okay if I went first, otherwise, getting a bunch of diseases would be a huge loss."
"Who cares? If it were me, I'd definitely have a good time. To die under a peony is to die a romantic death. Finding a pretty
female death row inmate to play with, even death would be worth it." Old Wang, who had been holding the woman's feet, his eyes greedily
staring at her open genitals, heard the two brothers' conversation and jealously thrust in. Then,
as if remembering something, he suddenly blurted out a new question: "Hey, doctor, check her anus, is there
any poop?"
Zheng Yiming also wanted to know the answer to this question, so he reached out and spread the woman's soft buttocks apart, revealing her
anus. He then discovered that her anus was already loose, and the round hole in the middle was large enough to easily insert a finger
. However, he could see a clump of yellowish stuff inside the round hole. He poked it with his hand and found that it was the cheapest toilet paper,
the kind of stuff the prisoners in the detention center used. The paper was very stiff; it would hurt even to wipe one's bottom. Inserting it inside would definitely be very uncomfortable
. Zheng Yiming also saw dried blood on her anal sphincter, clearly
torn when the toilet paper was inserted. Zheng Yiming guessed that it must have hurt a lot when it was inserted, and the woman might not have agreed. Therefore, there was
a strong possibility that the action team had forced it in.
Old Wang finally confirmed his hopes, cursing with satisfaction. After this ordeal with the woman's exposed genitals
, Zheng Yiming's lust quietly resurfaced. He felt his lower body hard and throbbing painfully
. He endured it for a while before suppressing it. Stealing a glance, he saw that Zheng Yishan's face seemed unremarkable, but Old Wang's face
was flushed, veins bulging on his forehead, and his eyes gleaming green. He clearly felt the same way. Zheng Yiming
felt he wasn't alone, and his heart relaxed considerably. At the same time, he admired his older brother's self-control. Little
did he know, Zheng Yishan wasn't much better than the two of them; he'd just been doing this for so long,
seeing so many naked female corpses, that he was quite experienced in concealing his desires.
"Alright, stop looking," Zheng Yishan said. "Let's begin, or it'll get boring."
Old Wang couldn't bear to look at the dissected corpse. Seeing Zheng Yishan take out a knife to stab the woman's lower abdomen, he
reluctantly ran away.
This time, Zheng Yishan was the surgeon. The two brothers toiled around the pit for two whole hours. The woman's intestines
were almost completely severed, and her internal reproductive organs were cut into pieces. The remains were thrown
into the pit; someone unfamiliar with the area might not even recognize a human body. This time, Zheng Yiming finally truly understood the female body, 　　adding another layer of confidence
to his anatomy course . 　　Zheng Yiming naturally didn't dare tell anyone about this, because 　　there must be a reason why the higher-ups kept the woman's arrest and murder a secret. Zheng Yiming absolutely couldn't reveal it to outsiders. He didn't even dare to ask. There's 　　a famous saying in this line of work: "The more you know, the faster you die." 　　However, not long after, Zheng Yiming learned about the woman. 　　That was two months later. School had already let out for the holidays, but Zheng Yiming had a villa in the city to stay in. Besides, he still 　　needed to help his uncle observe those student activists, so he stayed in the city under the pretext of studying. 　　That day, he received a message from Zheng Mingde through Zheng Yishan, telling them to 　　meet outside the West Gate early the next morning. 　　(IV) 　　As always, the two brothers rode in Lao Wang's car to the West Gate and met up with Zheng Mingde's special car before driving out of the city together 　　. 　　This time, they didn't go to the old execution ground, but drove west into the mountains. Zheng Yiming knew that this was a military base.

This was a restricted area; outsiders couldn't get in at all. Even Zheng Mingde's car was subject to inspection, demonstrating the extreme secrecy
. The two cars drove along the mountain road for five or six miles before 　　stopping
at the foot of a scenic hill . 　　Following Zheng Mingde and his two men, the brothers climbed the stone steps, leaving the two drivers behind 　　. Several sentry posts, both visible and hidden, marked the area's high level of secrecy. 　　After traveling for over a mile, they reached the halfway point and, after turning a corner, came upon a white courtyard. 　　Two plainclothes sentries stood at the gate, quickly saluting Zheng Mingde upon seeing him. 　　"Is he up?" Zheng Mingde asked. 　　"Yes, he's watering the flowers in the yard," the sentry replied. 　　"Oh," Zheng Mingde snorted and walked into the courtyard first. Zheng Yiming and the others hurriedly followed. 　　Hidden among the trees, the courtyard didn't appear large from the outside; once inside, it was revealed to be 　　a series of courtyards within courtyards. There were only a few side rooms in the outer courtyard, and two plainclothes officers were patrolling in front of the rooms. Zheng Mingde waved to them 　　, "Come in with me." Immediately, two more people came out of the rooms, and they all followed him into the inner courtyard. 　　There were also plainclothes guards at the entrance to the inner courtyard, and Zheng Mingde called them in as well. 　　The inner courtyard was quite large, planted with various flowers and plants. Although Zheng Yiming could guess what they had come for today, 　　looking at the situation in the courtyard, it really didn't look like a prison. Of course, he didn't consider the 　　woman watering a cluster of flowers as his target. 　　The woman had her back to the courtyard gate, her long, black hair cascading down her back and tied back with a silk ribbon. She wore 　　a very high-class sleeveless thin silk cheongsam, and on her feet, clad in flesh-colored stockings, were a pair of black high-heeled 　　pumps. This outfit alone was not something an ordinary woman could afford. 　　The woman was very tall, about the same height as Zheng Yiming, and with the high heels, 　　she was no shorter than any of the men present. She was tall and slender with a narrow waist. As she bent slightly while watering the flowers, her full hips were tightly 　　encased in the thin cheongsam, making her appear exceptionally sexy. The cheongsam was sleeveless and half-length, revealing her two fair 　　arms, which showed no signs of tanning from prolonged exposure to the summer sun—she was naturally beautiful . 　　Coupled with the glimpses of her long, shapely legs peeking through the cheongsam's slit, even though her face wasn't visible, Zheng Yiming felt 　　she must be as beautiful as a Shanghai socialite from a movie. 　　"Commander Bai, how have you been?" Zheng Mingde said in a measured tone. 　　Commander? Zheng Yiming was startled, thinking Zheng Mingde was joking, but when the woman turned around 　　, Zheng Yiming knew it was no joke. 　　The woman appeared to be about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, with a fair complexion, an oval face, a high nose 　　, curved eyes, thin, straight eyebrows, and a small, red mouth—a beauty that could rival any celestial being. But what truly 　　shocked Zheng Yiming was not just her beauty, but the resolute, cold, and wild light emanating from her eyes— 　　a quality befitting a "corps commander." Zheng Yiming was captivated by that light 　　, a strange feeling rising within him, not just desire, but also a touch of inferiority. 　　"Oh, it's Director Zheng," the woman replied politely, turning back to watering her flowers as if 　　they didn't exist. 　　"Commander Bai, what's your decision?" "What decision? Haven't I already said what I needed to say? What else is there to say?" the woman 　　answered without turning her 　　head . 　　"Commander Bai, I have some bad news for you. Your deputy commander, Huang Qiaomei, has already led her men to be incorporated into the Communist 　　Party. They're now an independent brigade." 　　"That's no news. I knew she'd do this." 　　"Your men knew you were in our hands, yet they disregarded your life and defected to the Communists. 　　You still consider such treacherous people your brothers and sisters?" 　　"Hmph. Director Zheng, stop playing your divisive tricks. Let me tell you, we brothers and 　　sisters have a prior agreement: no matter who is captured, we cannot sacrifice the entire Self -Defense Army to save one person's life 　　. We are all prepared to one day sacrifice ourselves for the entire Self-Defense Army. One person's 　　death is his glory; others will follow in his footsteps to complete his unfinished work. How 　　can you understand this?" 　　"Fine, fine, I don't understand, I don't understand. But I do know one thing: your unit has already left you behind and gone it alone 　　. You no longer have the leverage to bargain with us. Now, you either declare your defection from the Self-Defense 　　Army and cooperate with the government, and the promise of your major general brigade commandership will still stand, or we'll have no choice but to..." 　　"Hmph!" The woman put down the spray bottle, turned around, clapped her hands, snorted, and 　　gave a disdainful sneer: "No choice but to what? Isn't it just killing me? Let me tell you, I 　　fought the Japanese devils with my life on the line. Back then, you were so scared you wet your pants in Sichuan. Who are you trying to scare with your death?" 　　"Commander Bai, I know you're a hero and a rare talent. You still have so many great 　　things to do. Wouldn't it be a pity to die like this?" 　　"Since ancient times, who has not died? Let my loyal heart shine in history. You must have heard this saying, right?" 　　"Then I have nothing more to say. This day next year will be the anniversary of Commander Bai's death." 　　"Alright, tell me, how will I die?"

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