He gently patted Ning Zhiheng's shoulder, and couldn't help but sigh softly, not knowing where to begin.
Ning Zhiheng smiled slightly and said, "I'm glad the commander likes it. I wish you a successful start and a swift victory!"
"Then I'll take your good wishes!" Zhang Zhengkui composed himself and chuckled. "I hope this battle will have a good outcome, and that we can both return safely."
The two talked quietly, and Zhang Zhengkui gave Ning Zhiheng a few more instructions. By this time, everything outside had been tidied up, and Zhang Zhengkui then ordered them to set off.
Outside the gate, the two waved goodbye, and Ning Zhiheng watched as Zhang Zhengkui's vehicle gradually drove away.
Sitting in the car, Zhang Zhengkui watched Ning Zhiheng's figure disappear through the rear window and couldn't help but sigh, "What a pity! Such a talented person, I wonder if we'll ever see him again!"
Upon hearing Zhang Zhengkui's words, Li Lixin, who had just sat down in the front seat, said softly, "Commander, rest assured, Zhiheng is exceptionally shrewd and there will be no unexpected events. I believe we will meet again soon!"
"I hope so!" Zhang Zhengkui looked at the scenery outside the window and remained silent. Now, so many young talents of the country have devoted themselves to fighting on this battlefield and sacrificing their lives. It is heartbreaking to think about it!
After seeing Zhang Zhengkui off, Ning Zhiheng rushed back to his post. As soon as he entered, he ordered Sun Jiacheng, "Go and bring Yasuda Seiji here!"
"Yes!" Sun Jiacheng nodded, accepted the order and left. A short while later, he brought Yasuda Seiji, who was wearing a Nationalist Army uniform, to Ning Zhiheng's office, then turned around and left, closing the door tightly behind him.
"Yasuda-kun, I've made some arrangements for you, hoping you can serve us. What are your thoughts?" Ning Zhiheng gestured for Yasuda Seiji to sit down, his tone extremely amiable. He had to release Yasuda Seiji today and let him return to the Japanese military. If he lingered here too long, it would be difficult to explain in terms of time.
"Of course, I will follow your arrangements!" Upon hearing Ning Zhiheng's words, Yasuda Seiji was overjoyed. It was clear that he was going to be released. As long as he could return alive, he would agree to anything.
However, he was, after all, a trained Japanese agent, and naturally not so naive. He knew that the other party wouldn't just let him go back so easily, and he didn't know how they would deal with him.
“Alright!” Ning Zhiheng nodded. He took a document and placed it in front of Yasuda Seiji. “This is a confession. I have already drafted a draft for you. Copy it down in your own handwriting.”
Upon hearing this, Seiji Yasuda gave a bitter smile, knowing that this hurdle would be difficult to overcome. He took the confession and read it carefully, and was shocked!
This confession was written entirely in Japanese, with fluent and concise language and elegant and upright characters. It is conceivable that the young Chinese officer opposite him had a very high level of understanding and knowledge of Japanese culture, and his calligraphy skills were also very profound.
As for the contents of the confession, one can only imagine what they were like. He could only nod and say, "I'll copy it down right away!"
Ning Zhiheng placed a blank sheet of paper and a pen in front of him. Just as Yasuda Seiji was about to start writing, Ning Zhiheng suddenly pressed down on the blank sheet of paper and said calmly, "Yasuda-kun, I have sufficient handwriting recognition ability. If the handwriting you transcribe does not match yesterday's handwriting, you cannot hide it from me."
A layer of cold sweat immediately seeped out of Yasuda Seiji's hands, and he almost dropped the pen. He had this intention in mind, thinking of changing the penmanship to copy, but he did not expect that the other party would see through it so clearly.
"No, I definitely won't!" Yasuda Seiji said repeatedly. He abandoned any wishful thinking and began to honestly transcribe the confession.
After Yasuda Seiji finished copying his confession, he handed it to Ning Zhiheng with both hands. Ning Zhiheng took it and then took out the paper and telegram records written by Yasuda Seiji yesterday, and began to carefully check them.
As Yasuda Seiji waited anxiously, Ning Zhiheng finally nodded in satisfaction and placed the two documents on the table.
Then he opened the drawer, took out a camera he had prepared, and said, "Hold these two documents facing me, and I'll take a picture."
At this point, Yasuda Seiji clearly understood Ning Zhiheng's intentions. He had no choice; since there was no turning back, he could only accept his fate.
At Ning Zhiheng's request, a photograph of Yasuda Seiji dressed in a Chinese military uniform, holding telegram records and a confession, was clearly recorded.
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