1936, December.
Several months have passed since Zuo Zhong retreated from Tokyo, and the four seasons have once again gone through a reincarnation silently.
Just after five o'clock that afternoon, the Jinling Party Headquarters was bustling with people. The staff packed their belongings, put on their coats and hats and got ready to get off work.
A middle-aged man walked out of the small office. Everyone quickly stood up and greeted the man respectfully or affectionately.
"Hello, Deputy Director Xu."
"Old Xu, are you leaving?"
"Would you like some drinks?"
Xu Weimin, deputy director of the Organization Department, smiled and waved his hand: "No, it's too cold today, it's better to go home early.
It’s not like you don’t know that Xu suffered frostbite when he was working in the north, and his knees are in unbearable pain in winter. Let’s try next time. "
"Ouch."
The person who invited him to drink patted his forehead and said, "Look at my memory, I actually forgot about this. Okay, let's get together again when we have a chance."
By the way, I heard that something big happened in the Secret Service. Those agents were ambushed while enforcing the law. What happened? "
This person mysteriously pulled Xu Weimin to the corner, looked around at the movement, confirmed that no one was paying attention to them, and asked in a low voice.
"What about this..."
Xu Weimin gave it up and calmly took out the cigarette case from his arms, took out a cigarette and lit it, and glanced at the other party with a smile.
The speaker was anxious: "Oh, my Deputy Director Xu, who doesn't know that you are well-informed? Please tell me about it quickly.
The world has been so chaotic recently. At the beginning of the year, there was a plague among the Japanese. I don’t know how many people died. Even the locusts were almost gone.
If we hadn't found a special medicine, I'm afraid Japan would be doomed. God is really blind. It would be great if all these bastards were dead.
There was also Director Dai who went to Hong Kong City and was detained by the British. Although he was later released, these incidents made people feel panicked. "
Japanese plague.
Dai Chunfeng was arrested.
Xu Weimin nodded silently. This year was indeed a bit chaotic. All parties encountered a lot of trouble, including the underground party.
As Qiu Chan's liaison, the code name Old K is known to the chief. This is an honor and a burden.
The group of people who came back from Red Russia actually asked the organization to hand over Qiu Chan to the underground party international, on the grounds that it would be easier for them to start their work.
This is simply a foolish dream. There is no need to explain how precious an intelligence officer who has penetrated the top levels of the National Government is.
Red Russia wants to ask them to hand over the most important intelligence channels with a single order. This would be too underestimated for the Chinese underground party members.
Faced with a mountain of pressure, the chief directly denied Qiu Chan's existence and classified his intelligence team as top secret.
"Lao Xu? Lao Xu?"
Xu Weimin, who was thinking, was awakened by the call beside him. He slowly raised his head to look at his anxious colleagues and replied lightly.
"Don't worry, no matter what happens, it has nothing to do with us. It's the Secret Service that is checking the smuggling and human trafficking business in the city.
Are people who engage in these two businesses easy to mess with? On that day, they sent people to attack the head of the secret service investigating the case, and many people died.
I heard from an old colleague from the Central Party Committee that Shangfeng was extremely angry about this incident and ordered the City Defense Headquarters and the Police Department to solve the case as soon as possible.
Tomorrow the three parties involved will hold a closed-door meeting to jointly discuss and resolve the case, but I am disgusted and the reasons are clear to everyone. "
After he finished speaking, he blew out a puff of smoke and showed an expression of understanding on his face. Matters in the government must not be handled by common sense.
The person who asked the question smiled and shut his mouth decisively, because in any illegal business, big figures in the party and state would get involved.
This matter will probably go unsolved. Anyway, the unlucky ones are the spies, so they should be regarded as repaying their debts for the sins they committed before.
Anyway, I can’t say this anymore.
It would be taboo to say so.
Xu Weimin patted the other party's shoulder, walked out of the Jinling Party Headquarters with his briefcase, and slowly walked back to his residence on Zhuque Street.
After carefully checking the door and the safety signs in the house, he went to the secret room and sat for a while, waiting for the communication time to take out the radio.
He held the grenade matchlock in his hand, powered on, and adjusted the frequency. After completing this series of preparations, he slowly put on the headphones.
A faint beeping sound sounded in the earphones. Xu Weimin was recording the contents of the secret message while paying attention to the movements outside the secret room.
Five minutes later, he quickly turned off the power of the radio station, spread out the code book, lowered his head and deciphered the coded message he had just received.
“The Nationalist Government signed an equipment procurement contract with Germany, involving various types of advanced artillery, and sent commissioners to Western countries to inspect their performance.
Specifically include:
S5-106 20mm machine gun,
Flak18 37mm anti-aircraft machine gun,
SK anti-aircraft gun
PAK37 37mm combat anti-cannon,
L/13 75mm infantry gun,
LeIG18 75mm infantry gun,
Bofors M1930 75mm mountain gun,
Krupp M1903 75mm 29x field gun,
LeFH18 105mm howitzer,
sFH18/32x and 30x 150mm howitzers,
SK C/28 150 mm fortress gun.
It is judged that the national government may use the above-mentioned equipment for encirclement and suppression, and some of the equipment has been distributed to the Central Army and some front-line troops.
The power of these artillery pieces is truly astonishing, causing heavy losses to the personnel of the International Column. Do not relax your vigilance, remember! Remember! Autumn cicada. "
Xu Weimin's face was a little solemn. He rarely saw Qiu Chan repeatedly emphasizing one thing in the message. It seemed that the problem was indeed serious.
In May of this year, due to the increasing pressure of the Japanese, the National Federation for National Salvation from all walks of life was established in Shanghai, and public opinion was aroused.
In addition, the organization publicly proposed a joint anti-Japanese initiative, and the government, under pressure from all parties, stated that it would maintain the integrity of territorial sovereignty.
High-level negotiations between the Kuomintang and the underground parties were also to be held to deal with the Japanese aggression, but only the talk was heard but no actual actions were seen.
Judging from Qiu Chan's information, this is completely a delaying tactic of the Nationalist government, and the ultimate goal is still to completely eliminate the underground party.
"Wang Ba Dan!"
Xu Weimin smashed the table with hatred. Now the Japanese are aggressive and the country and nation are under threat of annihilation.
As a government, the national government does not think about how to resist foreign humiliation. It is busy wiping out underground parties all day long. Do you have to wait until the country is destroyed and the family is destroyed before you regret it?
After a long time, he adjusted his mood and forwarded the message to his superiors. Then he restored the secret room to its original state, sat on the sofa and picked up a cup of hot tea.
Qiu Chan's information is as timely, efficient and critical as usual. With the exact information about these equipment, it will be seen how the Fruit Party denies it.
Speaking of which, the two of them have been cooperating for almost two years. He has been speculating on the identity of the other party, but has not found any clues.
attendant's room,
secret service,
Secret Service Headquarters,
Military commission organ.
These are the only places where such confidential information can be obtained. Xu Weimin thought thoughtfully and tapped the armrest of the sofa with his fingers.
At the same time, the atmosphere in Hong Gong Temple was very tense, and the spies were all grim-faced, because this year had been so unfavorable for the Secret Service.
First, Director Dai was disgraced by the British in Hong Kong City and was forced to suspend his duties and reflect at home, making everyone in Jinling watch their jokes.
The aftermath of this incident is not over yet. The people in the Intelligence Section were ambushed by gangsters again. When has the Secret Service ever been so angry?
What is even more chilling is that the two deputy directors, Zheng Tingbing and Zhang Yifu, chose to protect themselves rather than avenge their dead brothers.
Everyone usually works with their heads in their belts, but when they are bullied no one comes forward. You can imagine how low morale is.
It's a pity that Deputy Director Zuo was not at home during his mission, otherwise those bastards would have been beaten to death and thrown into the Yangtze River to feed the fish.
"Buzz buzz~"
Suddenly there was a roar in the sky, and a spy looked up and saw a Ford three-engine plane flying towards the Ming Forbidden City Airport.
Inside the plane, a second lieutenant wearing a flight hat opened the door, walked to the seat in the middle of the cabin and raised his hands in a military salute.
"Report to Colonel Left, we have arrived and are expected to land in five minutes. The tower said that your personnel are waiting to pick up the plane near the runway."
"OK, thanks."
Zuo Zhong put his cell phone in his pocket, nodded to the pilot who came to report, and then turned his gaze to Jinling City outside the porthole.
Looking at the dots of lights on the ground, his memory suddenly returned to the way back home from Tokyo a few months ago.
"Immediately go to Germany after receiving the order to participate in military equipment procurement negotiations. I will be fully responsible for the security of the meeting and make sure there are no mistakes."
This message from Baldhead once again sent him to Germany thousands of miles away, but the way he went was slightly different.
Last time it took a group of them several months to reach their destination on a cruise, but this time it only took a few days to fly from the northwest to Berlin.
Technology changes everything,
That's absolutely true.
Thinking of this, Zuo Zhong turned to look at the briefcase cuffed on his left hand. The information inside was very important and there couldn't be any problems.
As for how he got the information, it's a long story. After arriving in Germany, he thought he would be able to return home after quarreling with the Germans.
Not wanting to be surprised again, the Spanish Civil War broke out at the end of the negotiations, and the German government decided to support the Franco Group.
Adhering to the capitalist spirit of using it to death, Bald Tou gave him a task - to conduct a practical evaluation of German-made weapons.
The proud Germans will naturally not agree to the Nationalist Government dictating their own equipment and are determined not to share relevant data.
He had no choice but to start with the left-wing Popular Front Alliance and record the damage effects of German weapons from the enemy's perspective.
The only problem is identity,
It is Europe after all.
Fortunately, thanks to the Red Russians, they set up a special committee and established numerous volunteer recruitment centers around the world.
He was one of hundreds of anti-fascists who risked being hunted down by their own reactionary governments and traveled to Spain.
Among these people are workers, farmers, staff, students, intellectuals, etc. The difference is in identity, but the same is in belief.
they call themselves
——International Brigade.
Zuo Zhong slowly closed his eyes and recalled his experience of disguising his identity and setting off from the Port of Marseille, France, by boat to Barcelona.
There were more than 200 French, American, British, and Chinese people on that ship, all of whom came to protect the new republic.
In the words of these people, every one of us will die eventually, and if it's for justice, then that's not a bad thing.
perhaps,
This is the optimism of those who live outside their lives.
But when they were about to land, they were attacked by an Italian submarine and all the crew fell into the sea. That was the closest he came to death.
The rocking ship, the blinding cabin, and the toxic smoke produced by burning interior decorations could kill him.
Fortunately, with the help of people around him, he successfully jumped into the cold water and finally grabbed a lifeboat.
At a glance, there were corpses rising and falling on the waves. When the people were counted ashore, there were less than a hundred people left on the entire ship.
Similar things keep happening, and many people sacrifice their precious lives without even setting foot on Spanish soil.
This is something Zuo Zhong has never experienced. For the sake of ideals and justice for all mankind, these people continue to fight without regrets until death.
There are even Japanese among them,
An American cook.
This man's name was Shirai. The battle broke out when he was delivering food to the frontline soldiers. Shirai jumped out of the trench neatly and never came back.
There are also many Chinese in the International Brigade, some of whom are not underground party members, and they do not come to Spain for novelty or adventure.
They have only one reason. Human beings, no matter which country they come from or what race they are, should respect each other and help each other.
Everything he heard and saw here with his own eyes made Zuo Zhong's thoughts cleansed and sublimated like never before.
He didn't know why, but at this moment he seemed to hear the terrified and pitiful wailing of the people of Madrid under the bombing of German fighter planes.
I saw the lonely figure of a Scotsman playing the melodious Highland bagpipes in front of the battlefield and marching bravely towards the Fascist position.
I saw South American warriors flying across the ocean like steely pigeons, hovering freely over the valley of Blood Rock in Madrid under the setting sun.
"Boom~"
The muffled sound of the plane's tires colliding with the runway interrupted Zuo Zhong's memories. He rubbed his eyes and stood up, his face regaining its composure.
On the tarmac, Gu Qi led Song Minghao, Gui Youguang, Shen Dongxin and others to watch the slowly taxiing plane and smile.
The deputy director is back,
Some people are out of luck.
(Please read the author’s words)
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
Who still remembers Zuo Zhong’s dream when he was spying on the Japanese tomb robbers in Ningbo? Some things can only be passed by in passing. Firstly, there are risks. Secondly, because it is not the main line, it feels uncomfortable to dance with shackles on.
