It's going to be fine. Hey," he snorted again. They can't hear it. He should stand up and feel himself completely. Maybe they broke their legs. He couldn't stand up, he couldn't walk. Let them come here and take him to the toilet. "Maybe Chang Kaishen ordered them not to let me go anywhere, maybe it was the 'kind' doctor who ordered me to be tied up and immobilized, so that he could deal with me more easily later. Nor did they hide it, saying; 'He's working' look at these bad guys.

How to desecrate the beautiful word 'work'. Are they just blaspheming this one word? They dare to steal the beautiful and pure word 'socialism,' for which so many comrades have dedicated their lives, and turn it into their own property. "Hmph, a bunch of nasty guys."

"Hey, what are you going to do?" The orderly opened the door and asked, but Li Guangyuan felt that the orderly would not leave him.

"Let me go to the bathroom."

"Come down here." The orderly laughed a little strangely, "It's going to dry slowly, it's not going to be cold, it's already spring." ”

"He doesn't understand anything," Li Guangyuan knows, "he's drunk." They drink all the time, and the timid people tend to be like that. When they were outnumbered and had masters above them, they were rude, but when they were left alone, they felt the pressure of fear, and they drank brandy as hard as they could, so that they would not feel so panicked. ”

"Look," Li Guangyuan snorted. Look, orderly, look, you dog, if Chang Kaishen gives an order, you dare to execute me, this is to do things according to the rules, but he didn't order you not to let me go to the toilet, look, you guy. ”

The orderly walked up to him, removed the handcuffs, untied the wire tied to the ankle bone, and sat down in a chair.

"Let's get out of the circle." He said, "Go wow."

Li Guangyuan wanted to stand up, but suddenly fell again. He couldn't feel his body, the pain was gone, he felt weak, he felt sick.

The orderly burst out laughing. Another shell exploded, this time closer. The house shook, and the orderly stood up with some stagger, fixed in front of Li Guangyuan, and kicked a leather boot at the bloody scab on his face.

"Get up."

"Thank you." Li Guangyuan replied. He felt his presence again, "Thank you, you guy, evil begets good, this is true." In a word, it's an experiment. You, your whole body hurts, huh? But my face didn't seem to be there, as if something hot had been put on it. Why is it so difficult to open your eyes? Maybe the eyelid was stabbed by the doctor, so that I wouldn't see his face. But I'll remember it for the rest of my life, he can not sting my eyelids, they can burn my eyes with cigarette butts, it couldn't be easier. It seems that they still need my eyes. ”

He slowly climbed up from the floor. Hands were shaking. He recited his life-saving words in his heart: "Force yourself." He spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, coughed a few times, and said in his original voice; Let's go. ”

"Wait a minute," replied the orderly. He glanced down the hallway and shouted, "Who hasn't stopped working?" Don't be silent, I'm not alone here. ”

Li Guangyuan staggered and stride, holding the wall with his swollen fingers so as not to fall. He stopped next to the door covered in red leather and spat out another mouthful of bloody phlegm. He watched contentedly as the blood seeped through the white wallpaper printed with pale blue roses. Let them rub it. Da will stab them in the heart: too inexperienced. Now he's about to do it. The orderly really hit him on the head. Li Guangyuan collapsed and sank into a vague coma.

took two tablets given to him by Zhan Guoqiang on the coffee table, and then changed his clothes in a hurry. Finished. It's over. It's a foregone conclusion. It's a pity for that guy, and it's a pity for the orderly, but it's even more a pity for the driver, a talented young man. But if you let them go, then the whole game will come to naught. Li Guangyuan is a special person, he will not go out of the chess of giving away for nothing, and at the same time there is a group of strong people in Yan'an, who will evaluate the goods. Sensei wants to stuff them with a general fake. In order to put an end to his game before the artillery slipped through the channels under the city, he could sacrifice these talented young men who were loyal to him, and he had to sacrifice them, which he calculated in his conspiracy that if the shells hit the house and Li Guangyuan died with them, the documents there would be credible and credible. They would look everywhere, and they would find him covered in blood and bruises. It was like the letter he trusted in life. They will take his false information from Müller and believe him, so he will always be able to do this, and it will make the city bleed, and it will be many, many bloods. How important this is for his career. Blood is flowing, strength is weakening, strength is gone, and deserts appear.

Chang Kaishen picked up the phone, dialed the number, and heard a familiar voice, which showed that everything was normal in the stronghold over there, only the fifth did not answer, maybe it was hit by a shell. Six and seven are waiting. Everything is in order, where is Wu Sibao?

Mei Sipin ordered to blow up the mine where the museum was preserved by paintings and sculptures looted from all over the country. Wu Sibao didn't know anything about it.

After getting drunk late at night, Ding Mocun struggled to wake up. He looked around as if waiting for someone to grab his hand and stuff a glass of liquor the moment he opened his eyes. He lit a cheap bitter "Carlo" cigarette (which he used to smoke for bravery), then dressed as a friend, and went to the secretary's office room. He inquired about the news of Nanjing, and in his heart he still hoped for a miracle.

In the early hours of the morning, someone handed him a letter from Mei Sipin.

"Where is our demolition detachment?" Ding Mocun asked, pouring himself a glass of wine, "Please contact them for me." ”

The secretary, who had just arrived from Nanking with Ding Mocun, did not know anything about the situation here, and he replied that he had to ask about the special telephone numbers, and that these people lived in secret places and lived in seclusion, probably using Vietnamese passports.

"I'll get you in touch, Captain, I know." The captain said. Now he is not far from Dingmo Village. "Use your phone, let's go." He slammed open the office door.

There were just the two of them in the office. The captain thought of Li Guangyuan again, remembered his peaceful face, oval eyes, and a somewhat warm sneer. The captain thought of Li Guangyuan and said that he would grasp Dingmo Village, so that he would not do something that could not be saved. So the captain said, "Captain, you can't call the demoman. ”

Ding Mocun lifted his long horse face, his eyebrows raised upward, and as a result, his narrow forehead was crowded with wrinkles.

"What?"

"You don't do that." The captain said, "Even if it was for the sake of Dulles, the representative of the United States in Bern, who had just sat down at the negotiating table with Wolff, who promised to put the painting in the Uffizi." I will let Dulles know about your heroic deeds. You have disobeyed Zhan Guoqiang's will and saved the world from eternal cultural treasures, which will strengthen your position in the current negotiations with Western allies, especially after Zhan Guoqiang's rebellion. If you don't, he's ......"

"So what? What? I'm going to do something else now; I will order your execution. ”

"What's there, give the order." The captain replied. He struggled to drive away the images that came to mind from time to time; Li Guangyuan's painful face and his eye sockets were blue. "But then you're killing your last glimmer of hope. No one but me can describe your excellent behavior to the Americans. ”

"How do you tell that over there? Why do you think he will listen to you? ”600

"He'll listen." The captain replied, "He's heard me." I confess to him that it is in your interest that I have been in contact with him with your permission.

And saving those treasures will make your position stronger. First of all, he understood this, and now he was resting in the villa, which was guarded by soldiers. ”

"But what should I do with Mespin's telegram?" Ding Mocun was at a loss, "How do I reply to him?" ”

The captain picked up the phone, and before dialing, he remembered Li Guangyuan again. At that time, Li Guangyuan said: "If you want to force Ding Mocun to take action, they will not act automatically." They succumbed to their idol Wang Wei. Their tragedy is here, and your life. ”

"Hey, Harrier," said the captain after hearing the Demoman's reply, "Ascending has entrusted Eagle with the speech, and has no authority to carry out Operation Landslide without his orders." ”

"Harrier" laughed, he was drunk. He said something to the man next to him, and then replied hoarsely:

"Listen, 'Eagle', we have the order for 'Upper Peak' to carry out Operation 'Landslide'. We're going to act, and if he doesn't change the order himself, then the tanks are nearby. We've got our backpacks ready and we're done, so head to the mountain pastures, where it's nice to bask in the sun.

The captain understood that the person at number 76 was about to put down the phone now, so he couldn't help but follow Li Guangyuan's example and start exerting pressure:

"You listen to me, obviously you don't understand my words correctly. Shangfeng will now give you the order himself, and here he is. ”

The captain handed the phone to Ding Mocun, who was biting his little thumb and looking at him with red eyes full of hope. The captain covered the microphone with his palm and said softly;

"It is said that a warrant has been obtained from Minister Mei Sipin: no blasting shall be carried out until a special order is obtained from Nanjing. Say it. ”

"But what if he doesn't obey my commands?" Ding Mocun asked. The captain understood with horror what thoughts had ruled him all these years, whose orders he was carrying out, to whom he was groveling, who was manipulating him to make him a characterless, lowly and despicable coward, a man who had nothing to do but executed the will of others.

"Threat of execution." The captain said, "Then he will be obedient."

Ding Mocun coughed a little: said in a terrifying Zhejiang Jiangshan accent familiar to everyone in the Security Bureau:

"I am the 'Ascendant' 'Eagle,' and the orders conveyed to you must be carried out unconditionally. The highest interests of the state demanded this, and those who disobeyed the order were shot. No blasting of the mine until I personally order it"

Indeed, this connection between chance and regularity is a manifestation of the dialectical law of human life.

The accident of Li Guangyuan's trip there, based on his understanding of Wang's puppet government and his analysis of Wang Wei, Li Guangyuan's accurate prediction of Dingmo Village at the critical juncture, and his familiarity with Wang Wei's unprincipled and immoral nature, all these regular and accidental factors contributed to him, and the spy organs made their own contribution to the fact that the treasures of world culture stolen by the Kuomintang were not buried at a depth of 700 meters in the underground tunnels.

On the night of April 30, Wang Wei finally did not end his life. Early in the morning, as usual, he came to the conference hall at nine o'clock. His face was shaved clean, and his hands were no longer shaking as before.

The commander of the Nanjing City Defense General reported: "The battle was fought between the Purple Mountain and Zhongshanmen Street. The situation in the inner city remains tense. The enemy's tank was seven hundred meters from the Chancellery. There is no hope for the defending forces to break through to the city center, and once again, I beg you to agree to have your loyal troops protect you from here, teacher. I still have the forces in my hands to break through to northern Jiangsu. We can try to meet your guards there. ”

Wu Sibao didn't wait for Wang to answer, and asked first: "What guarantee can keep us from falling into the hands of the enemy?" Can you be held accountable once the biggest tragedy that could happen happens? ”

"I can't guarantee absolutely," General Wei's lips moved, but the people would fight to the last drop of blood to defend the teacher. ’

Wang Wei didn't say a word, and occasionally opened his eyes wide, looking at Wu Sibao for a while, and General Wei for a while.

In the end, Mei Sipin helped.

"General," he said, "we look forward to a clear answer: can you personally assure us that the teacher's life is not in danger in the event of a breakthrough?" He won't be captured? If something like this happens, you will be held accountable before the judgment of history, and not just you. ”

"Mr. Mespin, war is war." General Wei replied, "In addition to the laws of warfare, regrettable fortuitous factors also play a large role. ”

Wu Sibao looked at Wang Wei sadly, and Wang Wei smiled a little strangely and said softly, "I am grateful to you, General Wei. Thank you for your loyalty and care for me, I will stay here. ”

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Wang Wei invited his female cook, female secretary, and stenographer to eat with them. Wang Wei watched intently as his wife, Chen Junben, poured wine into the goblet. The wine is bubbling and the living room is filled with the scent of grapes picked after the first frost. At the end of October in Nanjing often fell such frosts.

Wang Wei tasted the soup and said, "Miss Wu is proficient in cooking: this dragon mustard dish is really amazing. When I was younger, I spent a lot of time in the vegetable markets in the mountains, but I didn't take the risk of painting the natural scenery that the earth gave us vividly. ”

When eating, he used to ask others to be absolutely quiet as soon as he opened his mouth. Wu Sibao often leaned forward, paying attention to every word Wang Wei said, occasionally using a small pencil to make notes on a matchbox-sized notepad. But at this moment, there is no Wu Sibao at the table, there is no Zhan Guoqiang, Mei Sipin, Song Dawen, Ding Mocun, Li Shiqun, there are no people he is used to, and some are just some female secretaries. For the first time in years, he invited them to dinner at the base camp. They continued to drink the dragon's beard soup, and the utensils clanged against the plates, which he felt was blasphemous and unnatural. He frowned and looked at the lady in a gorgeous gray outfit. The color of her dress accentuates the jewels that adorn the white gold watch. Wang Wei sighed, frowned and said nothing.

After serving the stuffed rabbit meat, he was served cauliflower egg cake. Wang Wei heard the sound of the tall grandfather clock in the corner of the dining hall, his whole body was shocked, and he lowered his head.

Then he spoke again. For him, speech is a life-saving medicine, a kind of hope that allows him to stay here and be surrounded by beautiful, lovely and lively women. Bodhisattvas, they are more docile, more reliable, and more meticulous than men.