It was night, with the bright moon hanging high in the sky, and the cool evening breeze blew into the small courtyard of the intelligence station.
After a busy night, the place seems to be a little quieter, and people without related business have gone back to sleep one after another.
Since intelligence officers are engaged in intelligence, they usually disguise their identities.
There are farmers, traders, beggars on the roadside, and prostitutes like Xiaohong and Sister Hua.
They not only have to complete their own intelligence work, but also complete the daily life of disguising their identities. What they usually have to do is not to be discovered by others or find abnormal people or things.
Xiangshan Town was originally supposed to be classified as a town, but the Japanese occupied the railway and blocked the main roads, which made the place with convenient transportation important.
With more people passing by, the town became more lively, so the Zhongyang Army expanded the city wall outwards to protect the place, and sent a regiment to guard it for a long time.
With the army stationed, safety is relatively guaranteed. Coupled with convenient transportation, this place gradually becomes the size of a county town.
Lin Dong gently knocked on Wei Lin's door with a bowl of steaming pimple soup, "Is Uncle Wei asleep?"
After a while, an anxious voice came from the house, "No! Is something wrong?"
"Sister Song made pimple soup, would you like some?"
After a while, Wei Lin in the room said, "Let's have some."
Pushing open the door, Lin Dong found that two kerosene lamps and a candle illuminated the room brightly, while Wei Lin was sitting in front of the desk with messy hair, looking down at the pile of things on the desk.
Lin Dong walked over and wanted to put the noodles on the desk, but Wei Lin reached out to catch it, "Give it to me, don't mess up the table."
"Yeah!" Lin Dong let go and began to look at Wei Lin's desk carefully.
He had seen this desk several times, and every time it was filled with books and documents, but today it was indeed empty. There were only dozens of small "baubles" placed in the huge place. In addition, there were screwdrivers, Tools such as tweezers and pliers.
Looking at this pile of "gadgets" Lin Dong couldn't help but ask, "Uncle Wei, what are you repairing?"
"Yeah! Li Dafu's radio in the east end of town is broken. Let me help fix it." Wei Lin replied calmly while eating pimple soup.
"So small!" Lin Dong said, looking at the two black shells.
"It's the latest model that his son brought back from the United States." Wei Lin said vaguely, then he hurriedly ate the food, "You go out first, and remember not to tell others, Li Dafu is most afraid of being exposed. You will still be hanging around in the town from now on, so don’t offend anyone."
"Oh~" Lin Dong took Wei Lin's bowl and immediately turned around and went out. As an intelligence officer, of course he knew that Wei Lin's words were meant to fool him, but at the same time, he also told him that the things on the table were confidential.
Perhaps because of the young man's imagination, perhaps because of his intuition as an intelligence officer, just through the two black shells, he knew that what was on Wei Lin's desk might be some kind of portable communication device.
He guessed correctly, the pile of parts on the table was a walkie-talkie.
In the evening, Wei Lin received a walkie-talkie from the headquarters, and it came with an instruction manual and charger.
After reading the instruction manual, he communicated with the headquarters according to the above instructions. In this communication, he was also commended by the boss, saying that their Xiangshan Station performed well in the battle in Linxian and provided Very accurate information.
I am happy to hear the voice of the boss, and it is also a voice of praise. This is the highest honor for every Eighth Route Army soldier.
As a result, Wei Lin became a little confused.
As an intelligence officer, of course he knew the importance of the thing he was holding and how powerful it was, but at the same time it also aroused strong curiosity in him.
So, he dismantled the walkie-talkie and planned to study it.
How should I put it? Many men have the problem of "cheap hands", especially those with strong hands.
Wei Lin is this kind of person. He studied communications himself. He built the entire monitoring system of Xiangshan Station.
He was such an awesome person, but after he demolished it, he became stupid because he couldn't understand it at all.
The walkie-talkies Xu San sent out were completely integrated circuits, and integrated circuits were a product of the 1950s, which means they would appear more than ten years later. If they existed during this period, they might only be limited to theory, or A product of the laboratory.
Facing the unknown, Wei Lin was not afraid, but instead developed a great desire for knowledge.
Just like that, he got out of hand and decided to tear it down to the end. In some places, he even used a little violence.
The final result was the table fragments that Lin Dong saw.
It was fun to take it apart, but it couldn't be put back together. Even if it was put back together, the walkie-talkie wouldn't make any sound.
However, after this disassembly, Wei Lin also discovered that all the parts had been polished, and some marks had been deliberately worn away.
But just relying on these vague and incomplete traces, Wei Lin could not deduce any clues or manufacturing methods.
Now he has calmed down after being hot-headed and begins to regret his actions.
The precious communication equipment sent by the headquarters is not for you to use for research, but for you to use for communication.
Do you know what a serious mistake you made?
You call this empiricism and self-righteousness, thinking that you drink two more bottles of ink than others.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
Just as Wei Lin was reflecting on himself, he suddenly heard continuous gunfire coming from the north!
After hearing these gunshots, he immediately sat up in shock and whispered, "Are the Japanese coming to steal the walkie-talkie?"
But then he realized that he was overthinking it. Even if the Japanese came to rob him, he would not use the cannon!
Now that the cannons are going off, it only means that the Japanese are attacking Xiangshan Town!
After figuring out this link, Wei Lin immediately calmed down, cleared the table, divided the pile of parts into three parts, wrapped them in oil paper, stuffed them into his arms, and then picked up the instruction manual and put it on the candle to light it.
After doing this, he began to check the entire room to see if there was anything else that should be hidden but was not.
“Tuk-tuk-tuk~”
“Tuk-tuk-tuk~”
"Uncle Wei! Uncle Wei! The Japs are coming!"
Lin Dong's voice rang along with the urgent knock on the door. Wei Lin lowered his head and blew out all the lighting equipment, then opened the door and walked out.
After leaving the door, he saw that all his comrades were now gathered in the yard, waiting for his orders.
The situation was urgent, so Wei Lin also put away his heavy-smoking attitude and glanced at the comrades present with a sharp look, "Have all the equipment been turned off?"
"closed!"
"Have you dismantled it and hidden it?"
"Hide it!"
"Have you hidden it?" Wei Lin said in a bad tone, pointing at the chimney of a house, "Then what's going on with the antenna on the chimney?" (End of Chapter)
