"Are you planning to sell it to Japanese companies?" Xie Yun threw out the shipping bill. "Mitsui & Co. is your old customer, right?"
Zhang Debiao's fat body trembled, and his lips quivered uncontrollably: "Captain Xi said... that in extraordinary times we must be flexible..."
"Flexibility? There are more than a dozen people starving to death in the southern suburbs every day, but you are here to 'flex' and drink foreign liquor to enrich yourselves?" Xie Yun laughed in anger, and the pistol in his hand was loaded with a "click". The cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against Zhang Debiao's temple, "You'd better see clearly who your boss is!"
Zhang Debiao was so frightened that he collapsed like mud, and kowtowed like a rattle: "Young Marshal, spare my life... I won't dare to do it again..."
Xie Yun looked down at him with disgust in his eyes: "Spare my life?" He slowly squatted down, and lifted Zhang Debiao's chin with the barrel of the gun. "When you embezzled military rations, did you ever think of sparing the lives of those people who starved to death?"
Zhang Debiao raised his head, his eyes full of despair, tears streaming down his face: "I am willing to atone for my crime with my merits... I beg you, Marshal..."
"It's too late." Xie Yunyi stood up, his boots rolling over the scattered shipping documents. "Take it down."
Zhang Debiao's face turned pale when he heard this. He opened his mouth with gold teeth, but no sound came out. When he was dragged, a wet mark was left on the ground.
Xie Yun leaned back in his chair, not knowing what he was thinking. The kerosene lamp was about to burn out, and the flame struggled to emit the last ray of light, reflecting the bloodshot eyes clearly and ferociously.
"Report!"
The captain of the guards strode forward, the hem of his cloak still stained with dew from his night patrol: "The granary has been successfully taken over, and all the grain has been counted and sealed."
Xie Yun waved his hand and said, "Go away." There was unspeakable fatigue in his voice.
The next morning, Li Sheng pushed open the door with a chill. The hem of his military uniform was stained with grass debris, and it was obvious that he had not slept all night.
"Young Marshal!" He raised his hand to salute, white air coming out from his blue lips, but his voice was sonorous and powerful, "There is an important discovery."
Xie Yun raised his head from the pile of documents, the bloodshot eyes visible in the morning light. He put down his pen, and the ink cast a small shadow on the telegram paper.
Li Sheng took two steps forward and lowered his voice: "Last night I visited the village where the last three missing children lived. An old hunter said he had seen the Japanese."
Upon hearing this, Xie Yun immediately sat up, his expression becoming more serious: "You continue to investigate in depth and make sure to get to the bottom of it."
Li Sheng nodded firmly: "Yes, Marshal. I have arranged for several reliable brothers to investigate and report to you as soon as there is any news."
Xie Yun stood up, paced around the room, and said seriously, "This matter cannot be delayed any longer."
Li Sheng looked at Xie Yun's determined eyes, and his heart was filled with admiration: "Don't worry, Marshal, I will do my best and will never let you down."
Xie Yun patted Li Sheng's shoulder, with a hint of relief in his tone: "Thank you for your hard work."
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