He decided that he could fight by inspiration. He alone knows what we all need. He alone loved the great German country, and all we thought about was how to sell the country to the Bolsheviks and the Japanese."

"Cheers"

"Doing a country is like a man. Stillness stagnates them. Borders strangle them. They need movement, that's an axiom. Movement is war. If you hateful diplomats mess things up again, you'll all be wiped out, and there will be no one left."

"We are also carrying out orders. We are also soldiers with you, soldiers of the president."

"Come on, don't pretend to be the 'president's soldier'", he said in Li Guangyuan's tone, "a low-ranking officer who stole the general's boots"

"General, I'm terrified to talk to you"

"Don't lie. Now the whole country says the same thing as me, or at least thinks so."

"What about the youth soldiers? Did they think the same when they rushed to the Japanese soldiers? They shouted 'Long live the Motherland' to die"

"Fanaticism never leads to final victory. Fanatics can win, and that's only in the initial stages. They will never be able to keep the victory, because their fanaticism will not last and they will get bored. Dry"

"Cheers, why don't you launch your own division..."

"Yes Army"

"That's even better. Then why don't you take your own soldiers and horses to surrender as prisoners? ”

"But what about home? What about the fanatics in the Headquarters? And what about the cowards who believe in a mythical victory and feel that it is much easier to fight a war than to surrender to the camp of the allies? ”

"You can give the command"

"The order is to ask people to sacrifice. There has never been such an order for people to surrender to the enemy in order to survive. I haven't learned to write such an order yet"

"What if you receive such an order?"

"Whose order? Is it the patient with a nervous breakdown? He dragged us all with him to the grave."

"What if the order was given by Mr. Wang?"

"His head is like an ass. He's a secretary, not a military man."

"Well, if it's at the front, your commander-in-chief..."

"Huh?"

"Right"

"He would not have issued such an order"

"Why?"

"He was cultivated by Zhan Guoqiang at the headquarters. Those who work under leaders inevitably lose initiative. He can become shrewd, capable, and resourceful, but not capable of making decisions independently. Before he made up his mind to take this step, he would be impatient to go to the warthog."

"Looking for whom?"

"Warthog," the general repeated stubbornly, "looking for Chang Kaishen"

"Are you sure that it is impossible to convince Chang Kaishen to take such an action without permission?"

"If I hadn't been convinced, I wouldn't have said that"

"Have you lost confidence in your future?"

"I am very confident about the future. Confidence in the prospect of imminent demise. All of us, all of you, please believe that when you die together, it's not scary. Our defeat will be devastating, and the memory of this defeat will be painful in the hearts of generations to come to the unfortunate nation."

At the station, Li Guangyuan walked out of the carriage. As the general walked past him, he lowered his eyes and raised his hand in salute.

He raised his voice and said a greeting.

Li Guangyuan returned the salute and said, "Good luck." Crush the enemy completely"

The general glanced at Li Guangyuan in panic and saw that he had been very drunk yesterday and had lost his words after drinking.

"Thank you," he said, as loud as before, presumably so that the conductor could hear what he said, "and we're going to beat them to the ground and wipe them out."

"I don't doubt that," Li Guangyuan replied in a gentle manner, and walked slowly along the platform.

The professor was the only one left in the two carriages, and he left for the quiet, free and independent Shanghai, while Li Guangyuan paced back and forth on the platform until the inspection was over. The train started slowly, and Li Guangyuan watched the professor clinging to the window for a long time.

This professor is Professor Shi. He went to Xi'an with the cipher information given to Yan'an

Report on the completed work, the tasks assigned by Wu Sibao, the contact with Chang Kaishen and the exposure of the newspaper operator. In this report, Li Guangyuan requested that a liaison person be sent and talked about the time, place, and method in which he could get in touch with the visitor. At the same time, Li Guangyuan asked the professor to memorize the text of the telegram sent to Yan'an. The telegram literally did not seem to be of any importance, but the person who received it would certainly forward it to the intelligence center in Yan'an without delay.

The content of the message received by the Intelligence Center will be:

Chang Kaishen began negotiations with the Japanese army in Paris through Tokyo.

After the train left, Li Guangyuan breathed a sigh of relief, and then went to the local border station to ask for a car, so that he could drive to the remote mountain outpost; Soon, the teacher will "illegally" cross the border to infiltrate Yan'an.

A female spy who Zhan Guoqiang had planted to work next to Dingmo Village reported that people from the Communist Party's representative office in Chongqing had come to visit her "guardian master." The conversation between the two shrewd men was recorded almost word for word.

"The world curses those scoundrels," said Mespin, smoking his pipe, "not because of the torture instruments and crematories in No. 76, nor because of his rigid policies, but never in the entire history of the Republic of China, even in the period after the fruitful democratic reforms, has it developed by such a rapid pace as during this war." They set up a large number of factories in the southwest and in the hinterland of the mountains, and put them into production. The Japanese made Yan'an and Chongqing hug each other for a while. And the Russians in the world will use Germany's war reparations, Stalin is counting on getting 20 billion dollars from Germany to restore the destroyed industries of the western regions, thus doubling their industrial potential. By that time, Russia's might and offensive power will occupy the first place in Europe"

"Does that mean," the teacher asked, "that there is no way out?"

"How do I say it to you, of course, they do. If our attitude is as docile as a lamb, they will force us to do so. We have to pin our hopes on the development of nationalism in the country, so that they may fall apart... But you can't act rashly, it will backfire and shoot yourself in the foot. If previously the Communists had a metallurgical industry in the border districts. In the eastern part of the country, there is almost none, and only the northeast supplies the whole country with wheat, then everything has changed. The interests of certain groups present in the people have always formed the basis of nationalism, and these groups and causes, or in Marx's words, are linked to production. If I produce a product on my own, I have one mood, but when there is a competitor, I have another mood. Under the conditions of our system, competition brings vitality. And competition under the conditions of the system only hurts people. The idea of sending saboteurs over there to blow up factories is ridiculous. But if our propaganda proves to the peoples of our country with unerring accuracy and sufficient arguments that each of them can survive on its own and use only its own language, it will be our victory, and the Communist Party will be helpless and helpless against such a victory."

"My friends abroad think. After several years of war, the Communist Party has learned to be flexible both in action and in thought."

"You know." "Now I'm reading a lot of progressive writers," says Mespin, "Pushing Pushkin, Saltykov, Dostoevsky, and I blame myself for not knowing their language. Literature seems to be the most stunning, and I mean the literature of the nineteenth century. I have come to the conclusion that the character of the Russian is characterized by a tendency to constantly look back at the ideal examples of the past rather than to take risks in order to build a model for the future. I imagine that they will decide to refer to the agrarian class of Russia, hoping that the land will 'heal all and unite all forces.' In that case, they will be at odds with the demands of the times, in conflict, and thus cornered. The level of technological development does not allow this"

"It's interesting," said the teacher, "but I'm afraid that you're putting yourself above them and not with them when you make these mental assertions."

"Are you calling me to join the ranks of the Communist Party?" Mei Sipin smiled slightly, "They won't absorb me"

Li Guangyuan quickly solved all the problems at the border post. The lieutenant was an easy-going and likable young man. At first, Li Guangyuan was surprised by such an easy-going personality, because the border guards, like the senior college students of the last century, were known for their extreme arrogance. However, Li Guangyuan understood the truth of the matter after thinking about it for a while. Living in the border mountains bordering Yan'an, the moon is in the sky, and the surrounding area is covered with snow, like a paradise, isolated from bombing, ruins, and hunger. This life made the lieutenant who commanded the area, as well as all the other local border guards, pleased everyone from the center. The manners of the border guards, their flattering and overly hospitable hospitality led Li Guangyuan to an important conclusion that the border was no longer impassable.

He thought it would be great if he could get in touch with Dingmo Village directly from here and ask him to assign a reliable spy to bring the teacher directly to the outpost. But he knew that any phone call to Nanjing would be recorded by the department led by Wu Sibao. The failure of Zhan Guoqiang and the mission entrusted to his teacher was a trump card in the hands of Li Guangyuan. When the time comes, he will report the situation to Chang Kaishen, and produce photographs, audio recordings, addresses, secret contact codes, and the teacher's report, so as to reveal that the negotiations are not fake negotiations, but real negotiations conducted by the general in Switzerland.

Li Guangyuan agreed that he would send the teacher to the border area, which is a valley covered with a young coniferous forest. Then he asked again the name of the inn, which could be seen from the border. He also asked the innkeeper for his name and the time it took to wait for a taxi in the city. He also figured out the location of the nearest inn on the plain. The teacher wanted to say that he had lost his way in the valley when he entered the mountains from the plains, based on a fabricated resume. He has friends in Xi'an and Baoji. At that time, the teacher should send a regular letter, which indicates that the preliminary negotiations have been made, that the contact has been established, and that serious talks can be held. Initially, Chang Kaishen opposed Li Guangyuan's plan.

"It's too simple," he said, "and everything seems too simple."

"He can only do this, there is no other way," Li Guangyuan replied, "and the best lie for him is the absolute truth." Otherwise, he'll mess things up and the police will target him."

(Li Guangyuan returned to his residence very late.) He turned on the room and reached for the switch, but heard a very familiar low voice, "Don't turn on the light," "It's Lao Gu," Li Guangyuan heard it, "How did he get here?" It seems that something is going on, and it is a very important thing")

After sending the telegram to Yan'an, Professor Shi asked for a room in a small hotel in Xi'an. He took a shower, went downstairs to the restaurant, and inexplicably looked at the menu for a long time. He shifted his gaze from the word "braised pork" to the price, and then from the "mutton steamed bun" to the price, as if he were studying the bluish wax paper, and after a while, he himself suddenly laughed and scolded in surprise

"Japanese bastards!"

He was the only one in the restaurant, and the sound of the chef rattling pots and pans wafted from the kitchen, wafting the smell of boiling chicken soup and fresh steamed buns.

Professor Shi scolded again, and the scolding voice was louder than just now, "Japanese people are stinky shit"

Someone probably heard his scolding, and a young waiter with a ruddy face appeared. He walked up to the professor with a light step and a smile that said, "Hello, sir"

"The Japanese are dogs," Professor Shi shouted, "it's a dog, it's a bastard, it's a brute"

He couldn't control himself anymore and went into hysterics.

At first the waiter thought it was a joke, but he forced a smile and after a while ran briskly into the kitchen, and the chef peeked out.

"Would you like to call the hospital?" The waiter asked.

"You're crazy," replied the cook, "and as soon as you call an ambulance, the rumor spreads that we have food poisoning here"

An hour later, Professor Shi left the hotel and checked into a boarding house on the shore of the lake. He knew it would be unwise to stay there after this damn hysterical episode.

At first, he was terrified by hysterical episodes. Later, he calmed down again. He walked down the street, looking back from time to time, for he feared that the sound of car brakes would come from behind him at any moment, and then a couple of bad guys would appear, and without a sound, they would grab him by the arm and take him to the basement and torture him, because he dared to insult the Japanese. However, now he is walking down the street, and no one is paying attention to him. He bought a few newspapers at the kiosk with a few satirical cartoons on the front page. He smiled softly, but immediately felt fearful that the hysteria would return.

"My God," he exclaimed, "is it all over?" ”

He followed the address given to him by Li Guangyuan and walked along the empty and deserted street towards the secret junction site. The professor looked back a few times, and suddenly he whirled and waltzed again, unexpectedly. He spun in high spirits, in a mesmerized way, in the old-fashioned way, with the tips of his shoes gently brushing the ground, and striding like a dancer in a theatrical show at the beginning of this century, a way he had not forgotten.

It was a burly man who opened the door for him.

"Boss, please tell me," the professor said in a coded voice, "he waited for your call last night"

"Please come in," said the man, and Professor Shi walked into the house, but he did not have the right to go in without hearing the reply, "Strange, I have been at home, it seems that he has misremembered the number."

The intoxicating air of freedom viciously joked that Professor Shih's secret junction of our intelligence agents had been breached by agent 76, who were waiting for the "guest" here. The first guest was Professor Shi, Li Guangyuan's secret liaison.

"How?" When they walked into the room, the tall man asked, "How is he there?" ”

"Here you go," Professor Shi said, handing him a tiny glass bottle, "That's all there."

Instead, he was saved, and since the agent did not know the code, or who might be contacted, he made the following decision; If the liaison officer did not enter the house because he did not receive an answer, he was caught red-handed, anesthetized and sent to the interior; If he comes in to contact, he is monitored. In order to follow the vine, put a long line to catch a big fish, and find the main spy leader.

The tall man walked into the next room. He opened the vial and unfolded a small piece of cigarette paper on the table, the information was written in a numeric cipher. Now the decipherment center in Nanjing also has such a code, and it is precisely this code that the female Communist Party spies who have agreed to work for Zhan Guoqiang use to shoot and send information.

The tall man handed the secret message to his assistant and said, "Send it to the embassy immediately." Tell our people to organize people to spy on this guy. I tried to talk to him as much as I could, to keep him, he wasn't an expert, obviously someone was taking advantage of him, and I was going to do his job and let him open up."

Excerpt from the identification of party members of the bronze of the sixth-level squad leader of the four guards of the Central Security Bureau

He joined the Kuomintang in 1924. A native of Beiping. Northerners have a strong character, perseverance and strength. Dedication to duty. Treat colleagues equally and amicably. is a good agent. No mercy to the enemies of the Motherland. Unmarried. No improper relationship found"

The operator rocked the sleeping child and walked up and down the house. Although Li Guangyuan was not there, he still transferred her to a secret residence of the secret service as he said. The radio station installed in the house is not large, but it is very powerful. The child had fallen asleep, and the operator looked at his little face, thinking to himself, "Everything in life needs to be learned; You have to learn how to fry eggs, how to find books in index cards, not to mention math. Look, you don't have to learn how to be a mother."

"We call on people to return to their true nature," said Miss Wang, a female security guard. She is still very young, and she always likes to hang out before meals. The guards who lived in the next room set up tableware for three people on the table to celebrate the twentieth birthday of the female members trained by the Wang puppet youth team. At this grand dinner with potatoes and beef, the guards claimed that after the puppet government won the war, the women would finally be able to go about their business, leave the army and production, and start building thousands of large families.

"Childbearing, that's a woman's job," the guard said, "and everything else is nonsense." People should be strong and powerful. Nothing is purer than the nature of an animal. I can say this openly without any scruples."

"How does this work?" The bronze face frowned and asked puzzledly, he had just been transferred back from the front line due to serious internal injuries, "Follow me today, another tomorrow, and a third the day after tomorrow?" ”

"It's despicable," replied the guard, frowning disdainfully, "the family is sacred and unshakable. Can't I enjoy the power of love in bed with the head of the family, with my husband, even if he is the second, third, or fourth? It is also ridiculous to liberate oneself from the feelings of shame, and you probably disagree with me? ”

She asked, turning her face to the operator.

"Disagree"

"The desire to make the best impression is also a woman's trick since ancient times. Don't you think that we are kind, Mr. Gu will think that you are better than me? Miss Wang laughed, "But he's afraid of the Japanese, besides, I'm younger."

"I hate women," said Bronze, hesitantly, "and it is you who are the 'ghosts'."

"Why?" Miss Wang asked, giving the operator a mischievous look, "Why do you want to hate us?" ”

"Because of the ideas you preach here. Women are worse than demons. After all, the devil does not deceive, because he can see it at a glance. And the woman first pours a sweet talk into a soup that makes you dizzy, and then grabs you firmly and at your mercy, while sleeping with your closest friend"

"My wife cuckolded you," Miss Wang even slapped her face. The operator noticed that she had a very beautiful pair of soft and delicate hands, with several dimples like a child's hands, and pink nails trimmed and neat.

The soldier glanced at Miss Wang helplessly, but did not answer, because he had to obey her, he was a universal soldier, and she was the captain of the sixth rank of the guard.

"I'm sorry," said the operator, standing up from his desk, "may I go back to my room?" ”

"What's wrong?" Miss Wang asked, "There are no air raids today, you haven't started work yet, you can sit a little longer than usual"

"I'm afraid the child will wake up. Maybe you will allow me to sleep with my child? "I think this gentleman is pitiful," the operator asked, "and she shook her head at the bronze, "he may not sleep well with the child."

"The boy is very well-behaved," said Bronze, "and is a very well-behaved little fellow." Not crying at all"

"This is not allowed," said Ms. Wang, "and you should be separated from the baby; Sleeping in a different room"

"I'm not going to run," the operator grinned, "assuring you"

"Don't try to run away from here," replied Miss Wang, "we have two men to guard us. And all the door locks are very strong and secure. No. I regret very much that there is an order from the command. You try to talk to your leader"

"Who is my leader?"

"Wing Captain Li Guangyuan. If you do a good job, he can do it without the instructions of his superiors. The stimulus for some is money, for others it is men, and the surest stimulus for your work is your children. Is that so? ”

"Yes," replied the operator, "you are right."

"By the way, you haven't named your child yet," Ms. Wang said, cutting a small slice of apple.

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