NIS Agents Tearing Up the Japanese Empire - Chapter 233



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NIS Agent Tears the Japanese Empire Episode 233

Red March (2)

A Korean village in Primorsky Krai.

Outside, the Japanese army and the independence army were fighting back and forth in the Maritime Province, and there was not a single day of peace due to the ghost of Gyeongseong causing all kinds of trouble there, but here, it was very peaceful.

People worked hard every day, but they still got their share of the work, and each of them was able to bring in a livestock into their household.

Well, that was also distributed to each household by the Soviet government in an attempt to win over the hearts and minds of the local people… … Thanks to that, each household got a livestock.

“oh my……!”

“There’s an accident here! Neighbors!!! There’s chaos here!”

A small commotion broke out in this quiet town.

“Captain! Captain! Captain!!!”

“What’s going on?”

“Mr. Kim was riding a cart after drinking, when he slipped on the snow and got run over by a cow!”

“What? Again?!”

The village chief, a stocky man two or three heads taller than the others, stepped forward with his arms raised in response to the unexpected commotion.

“Oh my… … . I’m dying… … .”

“That’s why I told you to drink less!”

“oh my…….”

“Just wait a moment. I’ll get it out to you right away.”

The village chief crossed his arms and grabbed the heavy cart with both of them.

Then, he immediately used his strength in both arms and legs to lift up the cart that was weighing down the old man.

“Hurry up… …!”

“Come out quickly! Quickly!”

As he lifted the cart, people quickly pulled out the person who was trapped underneath.

-thud!

The situation was resolved when the village chief, seeing that the old man had escaped safely, gently placed the cart back on the ground.

“after.”

“Oh my! The captain has saved Mr. Kim’s life again!”

“As expected of the captain!”

The villagers expressed their gratitude for the chief’s help, while also praising his bravery.

“No, why does the captain’s strength seem to remain the same rather than diminishing as time passes?”

“Hey, Captain, you’re the captain for no reason? You’re the captain because you’re the best among us!”

“That’s right. Even the Japanese will tremble just hearing our leader’s name.”

Despite the villagers’ praise, the village chief just laughed and checked on Kim’s condition.

“Hmm… … . The bones don’t seem to be damaged, so it’ll get better after a few days of rest.”

“Oh my… … . What a relief!”

“Mr. Kim, stop drinking quickly before the Jade Emperor comes to get you!”

The townspeople laughed at Kim’s obsession with alcohol and scolded him, but Kim, despite being mentally unstable, got angry and refuted their words.

“Shut up! The mountain man who should be running around the mountains and rivers has been exiled to a small village like this. He should at least pour himself some alcohol to cool down the passion boiling in his heart!”

People were silent at Kim’s words.

This was because most of the people in this town were in the same situation.

And so was the village headman, whom they called the chief.

“… … What do you mean? Yong-hwan and the young men went out to the village to do that work.”

“Is it only Mr. Kim who is having a hard time? It’s all the same to all of us!”

“If we’re going to talk about hardship, our captain is the hardest… … .”

“Oh my! You damn punk!”

Everyone watched the village chief’s expression.

The look was like that of a mountain animal watching the mountain lord.

“Ahem… Mr. Kim seems to be fine, so let’s all go about our business.”

“Yes, Captain… … .”

The village chief smiled awkwardly, put the plow back on his shoulder, and walked away.

“I told you to watch out for that damn mouth of yours!”

“What about me? Did I say something wrong?”

“That’s not wrong, but… … . Still, you should have thought about our captain’s feelings before making a move!”

“Hehehe… … Our Hongdaejang isn’t the type of person to be here doing this… … .”

The villagers looked at the village chief with pity.

* * *

“Whew… … .”

The village headman returned home around dinnertime after finishing a rewarding day of work.

He looked at the familiar sedge hedge in the distance and was lost in old memories.

I am talking about the moment when he was reunited with his wife and eldest son, who he thought were dead, in Bukcheong, Hamgyeong Province, where he had been chased by the Japanese police and the military.

Even then, a familiar face appeared from behind the sari fence.

The wife, with a worried look on her face, carried a bucket on her head, and the son followed her, holding onto the hem of his mother’s skirt.

‘Thinking back, those were really good times.’

It was a time when I lived happily with my family, forgetting about the independence army and my country.

At that time, my second son Yong-hwan was born.

Even now, when I close my eyes, those days come back vividly to me as if they happened yesterday.

When she was sitting on the floor and playing with her kittens, her eldest son, Yangsoon, would come over and cry out to her to play with them, and when she heard that, her youngest son, Yonghwan, would run over and hang on to her legs.

At that time, there were two guys smaller than a bucket of water… … .

“after.”

The village chief let out a deep sigh.

It was a sight that could not be seen any more.

The wife died screaming from the torture of the Japanese, and the eldest son, Yangsoon, died from a Japanese bullet.

There, the youngest son, Yong-hwan, left for Manchuria with his comrades, saying he would take back the country… … . We will probably never see each other again.

As I was returning home, lost in my old thoughts, I found myself back home.

Right next to the village chief’s house was a magnificent Western-style house, which was also the village chief’s house.

One day, other independence fighters from Manchuria gave him a huge sum of money, saying that it was supported by a man named Lee Seon-saeng from Gyeongseong.

With that money, the village chief repaired the villagers’ houses, built a school, and with the remaining money, he bought necessary medicine, food, and livestock and distributed them to everyone.

Since there was still money left over, he distributed it to the villagers, and they pooled their money to build the building.

However, the village head converted the building into a village hall, and he continued to live in the old thatched-roof house.

I was wondering what a widower could do living in such a fancy house.

“Huh? Who are you?”

“Ahem… … .”

As I entered the village chief’s house, I saw someone wandering around the small yard.

The man, neatly dressed in a black suit and with oiled hair neatly styled, looked somewhat familiar.

“Do you know General Hong by any chance?”

“General Hong?”

“Oh, I heard that General Hong lives here… … . I thought that the village chief would know something, so I came looking for him, despite my rudeness.”

“Hmm… … . Who are you to be looking for General Hong? Are you perhaps an official of the Soviet government?”

The village chief was wary of that man.

That would be the case, since the Maritime Province was full of agents of the Soviet Politburo, assassins sent from Japan, and spies recruited by them.

“Oh, that’s not it. I’m just a poor traveler who lost my way home, just like General Hong.”

“A traveler? What, you’re from the independence army?”

“There was a time when I was like that. I was also a member of the Provisional Government of the Republic of Korea in Shanghai, so let’s say I’m from there for now.”

“The government of the Republic of Korea? Hmm… … .”

The village head, Hong Beom-do, has also heard that name.

“Is it still there?”

“Haha, it’s not just there, it seems to be running very well.”

“Really? That’s good to hear that.”

Hong Beom-do said this and put down his hoe.

He had intended to beat the opponent down if necessary, but after exchanging a few words, he decided that he was not a suspicious person.

“So why are you looking for a man named General Hong?”

“Of course it’s for fighting.”

“You’re fighting… … with who? You said you hated being dragged around in other people’s wars.”

The other person burst into laughter at Hong Beom-do’s words.

“Someone else’s war? If that were the case, I wouldn’t have come to this.”

“Huh… … Really?”

“It’s about fighting against the Japanese army.”

“japan…….”

Hong Beom-do showed interest in the word Japan.

His faded faith, which had been dead, responded to the thought of his family members who had died while farming for a long time, or his comrades who had died at the hands of the enemy while running around trying to survive as volunteers.

The belief that even a small amount of strength from an insignificant old man like me could defeat even the strongest Japan.

“Oh, I’m late in introducing myself. My name is Lee Dong-hwi, the head of the Korean Liberation Army, which was re-established under the Korean Liberation Government.”

“The Korean Liberation Army?”

“Yes. The Soviet government also took notice of our strength and began to gather Koreans together again.”

“Huh, the Soviet Union.”

Hong Beom-do snorted.

He had seen many authors in the past who used to tout the Soviet Union and the Communist Party in the name of propaganda.

It was not that he hated the Soviet government or the Communist Party.

The Lenin and Trotsky he met in person were always people who moved forward with a clear vision.

Of course, Hong Beom-do, who was illiterate, had no idea what they were talking about.

But after observing many people for a long time, he could judge for himself that Lenin and Trotsky were the people who gave him faith.

However, this was not the case for authors who sold their names.

They were all pathetic compared to Lenin or Trotsky.

“Okay. I don’t associate with people like that.”

“Huh? Are you General Hong himself?”

“How can an ignorant, ignorant farmer like me be given the title of general? Go back now.”

“General Hong… … . But… … .”

“Oh, I told you to go back!”

Hong Beom-do chased Lee Dong-hwi away with a stern voice.

“General Hong, the Japanese army and the independence army are currently fighting a battle in Manchuria that will determine the fate of our country. We want to support them!”

“I’ll let the other smart guys figure that out.”

“However, if General Hong steps forward, the independence fighters in each region will respond and join us.”

Hong Beom-do, who caught a glimpse of the earnestness mixed in Lee Dong-hwi’s words, asked him a question.

“Why? If you call the army in your name, those who oppose you won’t join?”

“… … That’s not it.”

“It looks just right.”

As expected.

Hong Beom-do waved his hands and maintained an attitude of having nothing to do.

“I’m done. I’m too old for this kind of thing.”

“General Hong… … .”

“I am nothing but an ignorant person who knows nothing and has spent my whole life holding a gun, unable to even farm properly, to the point where I can’t even listen to the general.”

Hong Beom-do organized the farm tools with his rough hands.

Even Lee Dong-hwi could only sigh at his blatant attitude.

“So, what’s the news about your son?”

“?”

Then, a new voice was heard.

Hong Beom-do and Lee Dong-hwi turned their heads in the direction of the voice, and there stood a young man wearing a pitch-black suit, a black bowler hat, and a thick black long coat that covered his entire body.

“Who is it?”

“Who are you?”

Lee Dong-hwi and Hong Beom-do asked the young man.

Then the young man politely took off his hat and spoke to them both with a smiling face.

“I have many names. I would say I have one in every country. And even in this day and age, I am called by many names.”

“?”

“But this is the only name I can give you right now.”

The young man greeted me politely, hanging his hat on the corner of the gate.

“My name is Mr. Lee and I are from Gyeongseong.”

“The Ghost of the Scriptures?!”

“Ah, Mr. Lee from Gyeongseong.”

The attitudes of the two people who faced him were completely different.

The young man held out his hand to the two and asked.

“I need your help right now. How about you go together and beat up some Japanese guys?”