At this time, Xia Deyan was in the bedroom, not sleeping at all, since this time, his only job was to wait for the shadow to appear, for his safety, Fang Boyi had no longer arranged any other tasks for him.

Bluestone Tea House has completely become the exclusive contact station of the shadow, because every message of the shadow is an important information that determines life and death, and this is not too much.

But I don't know why, since the last time the news of the municipal party committee was exposed, the shadow has not transmitted information for three months, Xia Deyan can't help but worry about the shadow, is it because of the failure of the operation, the Central Party Affairs Investigation Office has carried out a strict screening operation, the shadow has an accident because of this, arrested or sacrificed? I don't know the true identity of the shadow, so I have no way to find out, so I can only wait here.

Xia Deyan saw the changes in the city of Nanjing, the situation was getting worse and worse, the bombing of Japanese planes was becoming more and more frequent, and more and more people were killed and wounded.

The residents around him are leaving Nanjing one after another, and at the same time, many refugees have appeared on the streets, this small bluestone tea house has long been unable to operate, and he can only insist on not evacuating.

He was also extremely anxious in his heart, according to his estimate, the tide of refugees would soon form, and under the coercion, he might not be able to hold out until the end, and at that time, the only connection with the shadow would be severed, and such a comrade who was active in the heart of the enemy would become a kite with a broken string, and could never be found again.

Xia Deyan hadn't slept soundly these days, and just when he was thinking about it, the familiar knock sounded in his ears again, and he sat up all of a sudden.

"Da, da!" Xia Deyan was sure that he heard correctly, the knock on the door came from the back door of the house, very rhythmic, this is the shadow knocking habit.

Xia Deyan's heart suddenly burst into ecstasy, and the shadow sent a message again, indicating that he had no accidents during this period of time and had escaped internal screening, but he didn't know what would happen this time.

Xia Deyan's mind flashed all kinds of thoughts, but his body was not delayed at all, and when he heard the knock on the door, he quickly got up and got out of bed, and came to the back door as fast as possible.

As usual, when he opened the door, a small box still appeared outside the door, he picked up the box and walked out of the door to look around the darkness, this time Xia Deyan was eager to communicate with the shadow, because he couldn't guarantee that the next time the shadow contacted, this bluestone tea house would be retained.

But the situation was still the same as before, in the dark night, he could not find any trace, and after a long time, he had to reluctantly return to the house and close the door.

The power had already been cut off at home, so he took the kerosene lamp, polished the matches, lit the wick, and put the glass lampshade away, and the house suddenly became bright.

He placed the small box on the table and opened it gently, and as on the previous occasions, it was filled with brand-new banknotes, the most exchanged pounds, and so much was definitely not a small amount.

But Xia Deyan didn't care about this, he put his eyes on the top blank paper, he quickly picked up the white paper and looked at it carefully under the light of the kerosene lamp.

"Comrade farmer, this is the last time I will contact you in Nanjing, the battle situation is not optimistic, the situation will deteriorate rapidly, you and the organization will make arrangements as soon as possible to evacuate Nanjing, I will take the initiative to contact you when needed in the future, no need to worry about losing contact."

"Shadow!"

The payment is still that big, flowing font!

Xia Deyan looked at this paragraph, and couldn't help but be surprised, the shadow did not have any information in the information transmission this time, but the meaning between the lines was very clear, the shadow must have left Nanjing for some reason, so that he could no longer contact him.

The shadow is an agent of the Central Party Affairs Investigation Department, and it is estimated that it is because of the mission or the early evacuation of the department, in short, his mission in Nanjing has ended.

But what does he mean when he says that there is no need to worry about losing contact? Is he confident that he can find himself at any time? You must know that even Xia Deyan himself can't be sure of his future whereabouts, but where does the shadow come from?

It's all a mystery, just as the shadow itself is a mystery!

Ning Zhiheng watched Xia Deyan take the box away in the dark, and then turned around and left, whether he could contact him again in the future, he couldn't be sure, I hope there will be a day when we can meet!

Because of the tense battle situation, the next day, the second group of personnel of the organization had to set off, Ning Zhiheng handed over the suitcase in his hand to Zuo Rou, and said carefully: "Keep this box for me, if you can't come back, burn the portrait inside, and keep the money for yourself!" ”

Zuo Rou looked at the young man in front of her, she couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes anymore, stepped forward and threw herself into Ning Zhiheng's arms, like a helpless child, without saying a word, sobbing silently.

Ning Zhiheng stretched out his hand, his palm hesitated on her shoulder, but finally hugged her in his arms, quietly without saying a word, the future was bleak, life and death were unpredictable, he didn't know how to persuade her, and he couldn't give her any promises, and the two separated after a long time.

When the assembly whistle sounded on the school ground, Ning Zhiheng patted Zuo Rou's shoulder and said softly: "Take care of yourself!" ”

Only then did he push open the door and walk out, and the subordinates outside the door were also waiting for him to appear, Ning Zhiheng took the lead, and all the officers followed behind him.

On the colonel's field, the officers and sergeants lined up neatly, and the people in the seats did not speak, but just waved their hands, and walked to the car with a few cronies.

Among the supplementary personnel this time, Ning Zhiheng's position was the highest, he took a step forward, turned to look at the familiar faces in front of him, and ordered in a loud voice: "Go!" ”

All the personnel boarded the military vehicle in a neat and orderly manner, Ning Zhiheng looked up at his office window, Zuo Rou's figure came into view, the two looked at each other again, Ning Zhiheng resolutely turned around and stepped into the military vehicle.

Ning Zhiheng, who has always been self-assured and able to control the life and death of others and control his own destiny, can't help but be at a loss about the future, not knowing what awaits him ahead? Is it a thorny and muddy road, or even a cliff? Or is it a bright road?

Ye Zhiwu sat in a military vehicle with him, looked at Ning Zhiheng and said softly and comfortingly: "Zhiheng, this is your first time on the battlefield, no one can tell you what is going on the battlefield, don't think too much, the more you think about it, the more you are afraid, it depends on whether God rewards this bowl of rice." ”

Ye Zhiwu was a fighting man in the army before he entered the Military Intelligence Investigation Department, but he only followed Zhao Ziliang to enter the Military Intelligence Department as an agent, and he was no stranger to the battlefield and had no sense of fear.

He knew that Ning Zhiheng had just graduated from the Whampoa Military Academy for less than a year, although he knew that he was determined and had always been known for his ruthlessness, but this was different from going to the real battlefield, really being in that specific environment, under the shroud of bullets and bullets, no newcomer could be calm, this requires a stage of adaptation, the difference is that everyone's adaptability is different.

Ning Zhiheng smiled slightly, but looked out the window and didn't answer, Ye Zhiwu understood that these newcomers who had just entered the battlefield would inevitably have mood fluctuations in their hearts, so he didn't say more.

The army marched very fast, and the army was marching intermittently along the way, but they were all on foot, and the soldiers' uniforms were tattered and thin, and they were wearing straw sandals on their feet, and they carried blankets and straw mats on their backs, and some of them also wore a hat on their heads, and some of them did not even have military hats.

The marching procession was long gone, and there were many carts of mules and horses pulling military supplies, and even cooking cauldrons, on which sat a few older sergeants, their dark cheeks covered with thick dust and deep wrinkles.

The whole army stretched for several kilometers, like a group of flowers asking for food, and the spears on their backs or hanging on their bodies drooped at will, like sticks asking for food!

"Which unit is this?" The other officers looked at the sergeants from the military vehicle and couldn't help but talk.

"I still need to ask, this is the Sichuan Army, not the 134th Division, or the 26th Division, this is the first army, I walked here from Sichuan, I don't know how long I walked, just like this, I will break up with the Japanese when I go up!"

"What kind of equipment is this, there are Zhongzheng, there are Hanyang, what kind of gun is this? Why is it so miscellaneous? ”

"I've never seen the world before! This is called the 79 rifle, which is a self-made earthen gun, and it can only be fired once, and it is generally a gun used by bandits, and now it is used by the Sichuan army! ”

"Do such armies fight?"

Everyone couldn't help but talk about it, and at this time, Ning Zhiheng let out a cold snort, and the surrounding officers suddenly sat down quietly, not daring to make any more noise.

Ning Zhiheng looked at these officers with cold eyes, and reprimanded in a low voice: "Taking such a rudimentary weapon to the battlefield is to block it with your own flesh and blood, and to fight with your own life, isn't it worthy of respect?" Keep your mouth shut, you may not be able to beat them on the battlefield! ”

Everyone was in their hearts, knowing that the future of these Sichuan soldiers would be even more dangerous, and they were silent.

Ning Zhiheng looked at the soldiers of the Sichuan Army marching on both sides of the military vehicle, and unconsciously felt a heartfelt respect.

Since the beginning of the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, at the critical moment of the national crisis, the Sichuan army, which was far away from the flames of war, took the initiative to ask for the Sichuan War of Resistance, and these miscellaneous troops with low equipment and training showed the Sichuan people their loyalty to the nation, with their own blood and lives in the flames of the War of Resistance against Japan, and realized the true value of being a soldier!

Even in the entire history of the Anti-Japanese War, there have been defeats, there have been fled, but the local army has not surrendered, and its tenacity in battle and tragic sacrifice are enough to shine in the annals of history.

In the eight-year War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, almost half of the country's military resources were afforded, and the total number of conscripts exceeded 3.5 million, which was almost the limit of recruiting young and middle-aged people.

After the middle of the Anti-Japanese War, almost one out of every four soldiers was a Sichuan soldier, and the saying "no Sichuan can not become an army" was born from this, of course, the tragic sacrifice was also the highest in the country, and Ning Zhiheng, who knew all this, was naturally in awe!