July 5, 1937.
The Secret Service building was busy, the phones were ringing one after another, and the secret agents holding documents in their hands were walking in a hurry and looking serious.
Since the intelligence system began to be reorganized a few months ago, there have been numerous internal adjustments and personnel changes in dozens of district stations.
The people at the headquarters will naturally not be relaxed, and the work intensity will become much more intense. After all, things involving official positions in the Republic of China are not easy.
And after entering July, the frequency of Japanese activities in the Republic of China suddenly increased, and the spies and traitors were causing trouble everywhere like crazy.
This situation made the National Government very nervous. At the request of high-level officials, intelligence from various channels was quickly gathered into the Secret Service.
At 8 o'clock in the morning, Gu Qi, the intelligence chief, and Song Minghao, the deputy chief, came to Zuo Zhong's office together. Both of them looked a little ugly.
"Deputy Director, something happened."
As soon as he entered the door, Gu Qi handed over a copy of the latest information on the situation in North China from Chen Gongshu at Peking Station, and anxiously reported the report.
“At present, the north, east and south of Peiping are controlled by the Japanese army, and the north is the Kwantung Army deployed in Rehe and Chadong.
To the northwest are eight divisions of the puppet Mongolian army controlled by the Kwantung Army, with about 40,000 people. To the east are the security forces of the puppet "Jidong Anti-Communist Autonomous Government".
To the south, the Japanese army's strength in Fengtai suddenly doubled. Forced by the disparity in strength, a small number of defenders were disengaging. "
After Gu Qi finished speaking, Song Minghao and Song Minghao lowered their heads and did not dare to raise their heads. They were all experts and knew very well what this information represented.
"Peng!"
"Disengagement?"
"This is a deserter."
Zuo Zhong stood up, slammed the table hard, and shouted angrily: "How dare you abandon your position and escape without the order of the Military Commission.
Once Peiping is lost, the situation in the entire north will collapse and countless people will be displaced. Don't these bastards know?
No wonder the underground party says that our retreat will be as fast as the wind, our outflanking will be as fast as the forest, our robbery and invasion will be like fire, and our friendly forces will be as immovable as a mountain when they are in trouble.
I really didn't accuse them unjustly. I quickly verified the report with the Peking Military Commission. If I guessed correctly, the Japanese were about to take action. "
There were only two days left before July 7th. Under the influence of the butterfly effect, Zuo Zhong was not sure whether the little devil would act in advance.
To be on the safe side, it is best to prepare for combat in advance, so that at least the troops in North China will not be at a loss when faced with an attack.
"yes."
Gu Qi took the lead and puffed out his chest, then glanced at Song Minghao. Song Minghao hesitated for a while and took out a document to make a report.
"Deputy Director, in November to support the fighting in the Suiyuan area, the underground party in Hebei Province formed an association to express condolences to the soldiers at the front.
The members are composed of a large number of people from all walks of life, including chambers of commerce, lawyers unions, student unions, business managers, and journalists.
After the federation was established, it organized numerous fundraising events for workers, businessmen, lawyers, students, and women, which had a great impact.
Some wives and young ladies of Peiping's upper class also participated in the women's fundraising team, including family records of congressmen and powerful people in the military.
More than a dozen staff members of the Zhengtai Railway Bureau's Documentation Department compiled and printed leaflets and made "Consolence" banners to express condolences to the frontline soldiers.
At the same time, each of these people donated one day's salary, and a total of 1,000 yuan was sent to the troops in Suiyuan, which caused a lot of discussion among the people.
After receiving the donation, the garrison immediately replied with a message of thanks, saying that I would like to accept the remittance from the bureau. I know that it is used to boost morale with patriotic enthusiasm. I would like to accept it.
All officers and men in the army must uphold the spirit of loyalty, righteousness and benevolence, serve on the battlefield, sacrifice themselves for the country, and never take a step back to prevent the Japanese from succeeding. "
The words are very nice,
But it just sounds good.
Zuo Zhong had a sullen face, put his hands on his hips and angrily shouted: "Lawless! It's simply lawless. What qualifications does the underground party have to condole to Guo Jun?"
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Let North China and Peiping stand up and get rid of all the dissidents. Let them plan carefully and not let anyone go.
The national crisis is at hand, and red heads cannot be allowed to corrupt people's hearts. Last time the leader was humiliated in Chang'an, I will have to take revenge one day. "
He flattered the bald man, then drove Gu Qi and Song Minghao out, and took out his mobile phone from the space during the contact time.
"If something changes in North China, personnel should be withdrawn immediately."
A telegram was sent to Lao K. He ordered the North China District not to act rashly in the near future, leaving ample time for the underground party to retreat.
The reason why Zuo Zhong issued such an order just now was not only to disguise his need, but also to find a reason for the underground party to leave Peiping as soon as possible.
He can't tell his partner that the war will break out on the 7th. What if Lao K asks the reason? This is the safest way to handle it.
After sending the telegram, he looked at the calendar and fell into silence. In dozens of hours, the darkest moment of the Chinese nation would be approaching.
People like me may not live to see the day of victory, but as long as we can contribute to the country and the nation, we will die without regrets.
Be an unsung hero,
Very good too.
Thinking of this, Zuo Zhong unfolded the letter paper, unscrewed the cap of his pen, pondered for a moment and wrote a letter to his family in New Zealand to explain his posthumous affairs.
In the quiet office, the golden pen tip kept scratching on the white paper, and he wrote down what was in his heart one by one.
"My brother, my sister, the Japanese have been coveting China for a long time, and there will be a battle between the two sides. As a brother, as a soldier, it is our duty to protect our country.
At this critical moment of life and death, everyone should be determined to sacrifice and strive for final victory with the spirit of failure or failure.
In the event of misfortune, I will only regret that I cannot be at the knees of my grandfather and parents to fulfill my filial piety. The affairs of the family will be taken care of by you two, so don't slack off.
Don't blame your brother. Since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety have been difficult to achieve at the same time. My leader and mentor have brought me to a low point. Even if I am shattered to pieces, I cannot repay him.
Remember, you should learn the science and technology of Westerners, serve the party and the country, build the country, and shine the lintel of Zuo family. Brother Zuo Zhong left his mark. "
As the deputy director of the Secret Service, he knew that letters sent abroad would be subject to postal inspection. How could he not express his loyalty at this time?
In addition, he only gave a few words of advice to his younger brothers and sisters, but did not leave any last words to the three elders in the family, because it made no sense.
White-haired people give gifts to black-haired people,
This kind of pain,
No amount of talking will help.
There is no need to mention the deposits in several foreign banks. The Zuo family is not short of tens of thousands of dollars in wealth.
He was going to find an opportunity to hand over these properties to the organization. After the underground party lost its base, the economic situation was not optimistic.
Although the national government promised to allocate some funds to the Northwest after the Sino-Japanese War began, everyone knew that this was impossible.
Instead of putting the stolen money in the bank to benefit foreigners, it would be better to donate it and maybe kill a few more Japanese.
After finishing the last stroke, Zuo Zhong sealed the envelope and placed it on the table. Then he walked slowly to the window and stared out the window in trance.
Downstairs, a group of young spies who had recently joined the Secret Service were marching in formation under the leadership of their instructors, singing a familiar song.
"Down with the great powers, overthrow the great powers, get rid of the warlords, get rid of the warlords."
"Work hard for the national revolution, work hard for the national revolution, work together, work hard together."
The young people sang the "National Revolutionary Song" loudly and enthusiastically, as if time went back to five years ago.
In the 21st year of the Republic of China, Zuo Zhong came to this era to the music of this song, and Xilihutu began his intelligence career.
In the past few years, he has killed many enemies, and many of his subordinates have been killed by the enemies. Human life is the least valuable consumable in intelligence warfare.
Now this group of newcomers seems to be repeating his path. I wonder how many of them will survive after winning the war with the Japanese.
Zuo Zhong silently watched the queue go away, picked up the envelope and strode out of the office. This battle was about the survival of the nation, and there was no reason to retreat.
It is said that success does not have to be mine, success must be mine. With these words silently recited in his heart, his steps became more determined.
Two days later.
July 7th at 9pm.
Zuo Zhong stood in a room with his men. In front of him was a row of operators operating the radio, and the sound of keys came and went.
The best communication talents in the Republic of China either moved their fingers slightly or listened carefully, and had no time to pay attention to the deputy director behind them.
They received the order before they came, and they didn't have to worry about anything except their own work, no matter who came.
At ten o'clock in the evening, a piece of top-secret information from Peiping Station was translated, and the content was about the movements of Japanese troops outside the city.
A radio operator took off his earphones, trotted to Zuo Zhong and saluted: "Report, there is something unusual in the riverside brigade stationed in Fengtai.
The Eighth Squadron of the Third Battalion of its First Wing is currently led by the squadron leader to conduct military exercises in the area north of Lugou Bridge.
Facing them was the 219th Regiment of the 37th Division of the 29th Army of Wanping. There was no large-scale bloody conflict between the two sides. "
No conflicts yet?
That's just an illusion.
Zuo Zhong crossed his arms and nodded, asking the operator to go back and collect reports. He believed that news would come from Peiping soon.
The Japanese's actions are exactly the same as in history. If nothing unexpected happens, the Japanese will attack Wanping under the pretext of being embarrassed.
This reminded him of the mysterious disappearance of the former Japanese Deputy Consul General in China, Hideaki Miyamoto, which was really nothing new at all.
Using the same method once is enough. If you use it twice, you will treat others as fools. This shows how arrogant the Japanese are.
Eleven pm.
A piece of latest intelligence was sent, and as expected, the Japanese army claimed that a soldier left the team and disappeared during the exercise, and wanted to search Wanping.
The matter was of great importance. Zuo Zhong looked at the telegram, immediately picked up the phone and called Lao Dai's number, and formally reported it to Teacher Ziyi.
After hearing this, Dai Chunfeng said that he would immediately go to Qilu to see the bald head. Before that, the Secret Service personnel in Peiping should exercise restraint.
He knew his student very well. If he didn't say this, the other party would dare to poke a hole in the sky. This has happened before.
On the other side, Zuo Zhong hung up the phone helplessly. After waiting for a long time, there was no response, so he had to raise his hand to check the time over and over again.
2:00.
In order to prevent the situation from escalating, the deputy commander of the 29th Army and the mayor of Peking agreed with the Japanese side to send personnel to Wanping to investigate.
However, the cunning Japanese army took advantage of the negotiation and launched a fierce attack on Wanping County at 4:50, and seized the sand hillock in the northeast of Wanping.
The 219th Regiment couldn't bear it anymore and decided to fight back. The first shot of the all-out conflict between China and Japan was fired, and the war finally broke out.
