One day in late March 1938.
On the platform of Beiping Zhengyangmen Railway Station, Hiroshi Otsuki looked at Takeo Okada opposite, with a complicated expression. He hesitated for a moment and finally gave a half-bow.
"Okada-kun, thanks to your help, we were able to destroy the Secret Service's intelligence station in Beiping. I wish you a safe journey. I will definitely repay you if I have the opportunity in the future."
Listening to the other party's gritted "thank you", Zuo Zhong laughed, pointed at himself, and then at the other party: "Otsuki-kun, you don't have to be like this, you and I are good friends, you can be praised by Commander Juichi Terauchi, I'm happy for you too.
Okay, as the Chinese saying goes, we have to say goodbye after a long journey. It’s almost time. I should board the car. When the Central China Expeditionary Army and the North China Front Army successfully rendezvous, please go to Shanghai to see me and let me show my friendship as a landlord. Then , Goodbye. "
After saying that, he flicked his short cloak, jumped into the carriage gracefully, stood in front of the window and waved outside through the glass, staring at the livid face with a half-smile.
At this time, several whistles sounded and the train began to move slowly. Hiroshi Otsuki looked at this terrifying opponent and suddenly had the urge to shout out the opponent's identity.
But thinking about the commendation messages sent from China and the promotion hints from the top management of the headquarters, he hesitated. This hesitation train drove hundreds of meters away.
"Your Majesty Colonel, this is the farewell letter left by Lieutenant Colonel Okada before he left. Please ask me to give it to you after he leaves."
A little spy next to him also joined in the fun at this time, took out a letter, and handed it to Otsuki Hiroshi, who was in a dilemma.
"Nani?"
Otsuki exclaimed, not expecting the other party to keep this hand. She quickly grabbed the envelope, opened it, took out the letter paper from inside and read it.
"I recently discussed the commander of the temple with my brother and learned a lot. In order to listen to my brother's teachings for a long time, I made a recording without permission. I hope you will forgive me."
Baga Yalu, he was clearly threatening himself by listening to the teachings. When he talked about Jiuchi Juichi a few days ago, he greeted the other person's parents and brothers and sisters.
If Juichi Terauchi knew this, not to mention he "caught" the bodies of three Chinese spies, even if he caught the bald leader, the other party would kill him directly.
Da Yue, who was thrown into a trap, was shaking with anger and gave up the idea of dying together. She could only watch the train carrying Zuo Zhong slowly disappear on the ground line.
Those who were traveling with him noticed that Mr. Colonel was looking into the distance with tears in his eyes. They couldn't help but be moved by the deep friendship between the two officers. They suddenly felt that it was enough to have a confidant in life.
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"Woooooo~~"
The locomotive emitted a white plume of smoke as it raced across the vast plains of North China. Zuo Zhong was sitting on the sofa in the first-class compartment, holding a book introducing customs from various parts of Japan and reading in rapt attention.
After a long time, when the train pulled out of Beiping, someone knocked on the carriage door, and then a man wearing a puppet army officer's uniform came in uninvited, ducked in and closed the door.
Zuo Zhong closed the book gently, raised his head and smiled at the visitor and said: "Thank you, Chunyang, you and He Yijun cooperated very well. The Japanese always thought that they were hunting the Jia brothers.
Are the wounds on your body okay? Don't take risks like this in the future. Just leave a trail of movement in this case. There is no need to intentionally injure others. Bullets have no eyes. If you miss, you will be in trouble. "
"It's okay, it's just a minor injury. I live in the private room next door, and Miss He is in the second-class compartment. She will come over to meet up in a moment." Wu Chunyang reported the situation in a low voice.
He said that Cao Cao had arrived. Before he finished speaking, He Yijun, dressed in kimono, walked into the box. The three of them gathered together again after evacuating from the sedan alley.
"Deputy Director, I have checked this carriage. There are no listening devices or suspicious persons. The conductor will not appear before the train arrives at Jinmen Station. You can speak with confidence."
Wu Chunyang stood by the door, looked out, and after making sure no one was there, he turned back and said that he always acted cautiously, and although the possibility of problems was very small, he was still vigilant.
Zuo Zhong nodded slightly and moved his eyes to He Yijun who was pouring water for him: "Thank you for your hard work this time. Those three traitors handled it beautifully. The Japanese didn't see any problems."
He Yijun shook his head slightly and stood aside without saying anything. Compared to the deputy director who went deep into the tiger's den, what she did was very simple and anyone in the Secret Service could do it.
Wu Chunyang's eyes were full of reverence. To be honest, when he first heard about the plan, he was a little skeptical, and even felt that the deputy director was a little too optimistic.
Unlike the money-grubbing Ryosuke Hase and the immature Fuichiro Hayashi, Hiroshi Otsuki was a determined Japanese soldier. According to the investigation, this man took money very lightly.
And he has been working in the staff department for a long time. He is cautious and cunning. He also holds the rank of colonel. It is difficult for an officer of this level to be incited to rebel and even more difficult to be blackmailed.
Unexpectedly, the deputy director really broke down the opponent's psychological defense bit by bit, and successfully asked Otsuki to cooperate with them, and ordered people to re-formulate the Japanese army's next combat plan.
An intelligence agency led the military operations of an enemy country. This is a miracle in the history of world intelligence. Unfortunately, if nothing else happens, this matter may not be declassified for many years.
However, all this must be attributed to the colleague who voluntarily was arrested and died with the Japanese. Otherwise, there would be no benefits to be gained, and Otsuki would not give in so easily.
Thinking of this, Wu Chunyang asked a question in a low mood: "Deputy Director, who is that heroine? Which training class graduated from it? Why haven't I heard of it before?
Also, using a human life to win the trust of the Japanese would be a huge loss. You can also give the address to Otsuki Hiroshi through other methods. No need..."
He bravely expressed his opinion. Putting aside his personal feelings, it was not a good deal to send a strictly trained intelligence officer as a dead soldier.
After listening to his words, Zuo Zhong was not angry. He stood up and stood in front of the window and looked into the distance. After a long silence, he turned to look at Wu Chunyang and He Yijun and told a shocking news.
"She is not a professional intelligence agent."
"What?"
Wu Chunyang was a little in disbelief. How could someone who was not a professional intelligence officer survive the Japanese torture without letting go, and how could he trigger dangerous goods without hesitation?
"Training can indeed help a person learn how to deal with pain, but it is not absolute. In this world, the most powerful thing and the hardest thing to forget is hatred, unforgettable hatred."
Zuo Zhong turned his head again, quietly looking at the fleeting Yuanye and said: "She is an internal clerk at Beiping Station, a Japanese translator, and a Baoshi native. Her whole family was killed by the Japanese three months ago.
A total of 21 people, including her father, mother, husband, and two children, were all killed. Their belongings were robbed, and their bodies were thrown into the wilderness by the Japanese.
Chunyang, you asked me why I sacrificed a life. Before the operation, I instructed Beiping Station to recruit volunteers and prepare the captives to fake surrender to the Japanese at the appropriate time and provide the address where the bodies were hidden.
She was the first one to sign up and actively requested to be a dead ringer. In her words, as long as more Japanese people could die, she would be willing to pay for it with her life, because she had nothing but hatred. "
When talking about this matter, Zuo Zhong's tone became lower: "I cannot deprive a daughter, a wife, or a mother of her right to revenge. After careful consideration, I ordered Beiping Station to agree to her request."
After hearing this, He Yijun felt the same way. Since her parents were killed by the Japanese, she had been thinking about revenge every day. If she had the opportunity to die with the Japanese, she would not hesitate at all.
Wu Chunyang also understood that the other party had long been determined to die. Even if there was no such mission, he would still find other opportunities to use his own life to seek revenge. After thinking about this clearly, he made a suggestion.
"Deputy Director, what's her name? The department should build a tomb for her. We must let future generations know that there was such a group of heroes who sacrificed their lives for the country and the nation."
"The Cenotaph...yes..."
Zuo Zhong looked forward, moved his mouth slightly and muttered a few words in a low voice. Since the establishment of the Secret Service, many intelligence personnel have died for various reasons every year.
However, due to confidentiality reasons, the department cannot commemorate them publicly. Everything about them can only be kept in a heavily guarded archives room, slowly being covered up by dust.
Even their relatives who want to worship cannot find a place. Fortunately, the time is short. Ten or twenty years later, how many people will still remember their names and deeds.
Heroes should not be forgotten. He suddenly thought of the memorial wall hung with stars in the lobby of the Central Intelligence Agency in the United States in later generations. His heart moved and he replied leisurely with his hands behind his back.
"Just call her eldest sister. Before the case is declassified, her name is top secret. No one is allowed to pry, and you are no exception. This is a discipline and cannot be violated.
But your suggestion is very good. I will let Lao Gu build a memorial wall at the new headquarters in Shancheng. Every comrade who sacrifices his life for the country will have a star that belongs to them alone.
When new people join in the future, the first thing to do is to visit the memorial wall. We want these new people to know what they should and should not do at a critical moment.
It also gives the loyal family members a place to express their grief. Every year on the 15th day of the seventh lunar month during the Qingming Festival, the memorial wall is opened for them to pay their respects. In addition to respecting rules, the Secret Service must also respect human relations. "
He told his plan lightly, hoping that those wandering heroes could go home under the guidance and would not become lonely ghosts and still suffer the pain of separation after death.
Just at this time, the strong wind blew up the white curtains, and the sun set outside the window, and the red sunset fell into the sky. In the dim twilight, the stars twinkled, and one of them was exceptionally bright.
Zuo Zhong stood up straight, raised his hands in the direction of the stars and performed a serious military salute. Wu Chunyang and He Yijun also raised their arms to see off their comrades in heaven.
How can I say that I have no clothes? Be in the same robe as your son. The king raised his army and repaired my spear. I share the same hatred with you!
How can I say that I have no clothes? Tongze with Zi. The king raised his army and repaired my spear and halberd. Work together with me!
How can I say that I have no clothes? He wears the same clothes as his son. The king raised his troops and repaired my armor. Go with me!
