Xiaobao lay in the hospital bed for more than an hour. He drank the entire bottle of glucose solution that the nurse had placed at the bedside.

Feeling a little better, Xiaobao got up with difficulty and walked out the door.

"Why are you leaving? You should lie in bed for a while longer. The nurse hurried over and said.

"Leave me alone. I still have a task. Xiaobao said weakly. After saying that, he walked into the night without hesitation.

An hour later, several dog barks were heard outside the chapel where Mr. Zhang lived. The voice was terrible and whimpering, like a wild dog that had not found food for ten days and half a month.

When Zhang Fengguang heard this, he pretended to go out to relieve himself and walked out.

"You're too good at barking. The faint-hearted will be too scared to come out. Zhang Xianxian said with a smile when he saw Xiaobao.

"Being watched too closely, intelligence is very important, and you can only run to you by pretending to be sick." Xiaobao said with a wry smile.

"Are you faking illness? It can't be a real problem, right? Zhang Feng carefully looked at Xiaobao's pale face and asked with concern.

"In order to be able to come to you, I went to the place where the vegetables were put in the hotel, broke off some potato sprouts and ate them." Xiaobao explained.

"You're dying! If you don't get it right, you'll die. Zhang Fengguang said anxiously. Suddenly, his heart was moved.

"It's okay, I know what to expect." Xiaobao replied indifferently.

"To make a long story short, I'll rush back after I finish the information." Xiaobao said.

"You say, I'll listen." Zhang Fengguang replied.

"The Soviets sent a delegation to Harbin to negotiate the demarcation of the border. The man has arrived this morning. Just stayed at the Yamato Hotel. Xiaobao said.

"The intelligence department of the Kwantung Army has learned that one of the Soviet negotiators has an older brother who now lives in Harbin. They wanted to work on him through the man's brother. I don't know exactly why. I just suspect that person is the chief negotiator Bogdanov, but I'm not sure. Xiaobao said again.

Zhang Fengguang's head was spinning rapidly, and the information sent by Xiaobao was very important. And it has to be sent out right away. If it is sent late, the Japanese may have already done it.

Also, in preparation for the negotiations, the Japanese and the Manchukuo government collected a lot of geographical information from the Qing Dynasty in Beiping and Tokyo. However, the Japanese stumbled upon the contents of a document printed by the Mantetsu Corporation in their early years to their own detriment. If you can find that information, it will be very useful for negotiations. Xiaobao continued.

"What is the information?" Zhang Fengguang asked.

Xiaobao shook his head: "I don't know either." It's up to you to find a needle in a haystack. ”

"Okay, I remember." Zhang Fengchun nodded and said. He wasn't angry. If everything had to be inquired about by Xiaobao, it would be too difficult for him. With the efficiency of the Soviets, even if it was a needle in a haystack. It's not hard to find this information.

"What else?" Zhang Fengguang asked again.

"No, that's all. It's time for me to go back, too. Xiao Baoqiang said with a smile. He felt like his body was collapsed.

"You wait for me for a while, and I'll be back right away." After Zhang Fengguang finished speaking, he walked quickly to the door of the house. After a while, he came out with a bottle.

"It's vinegar, and drinking some of it is good for detoxification. Drink more on the road. Zhang Fengguang handed the vinegar bottle to Xiaobao and said.

"Thanks, go back to bed. I'll go first. Xiaobao took the vinegar bottle and turned around and left.

Watching Xiaobao walk away, Zhang Fengguang also turned around and returned to the house. He didn't go into the back room, he pulled a small bench in the kitchen and sat in front of the pot.

He took out a small notebook and pencil tip from his bosom and scribbled a message on paper. The first telegram about the brother of one of the negotiators now living in Harbin, and that the intelligence department of the Kwantung Army was going to use it was quickly completed.

Zhang Fengguang began to write telegrams about the geographical data of the Manchurian Railway Company. But he stopped writing halfway through.

Zhang Fengguang fell into deep thought.

Zhang Fengguang once carefully understood the causes and consequences of the Battle of Nomenkan. He knows the whole thing very well.

If it is true that this geographical information of the Manchurian Railway, as Xiaobao said, is very helpful to the Soviet Union's negotiations, and if the Soviets gain benefits in the negotiations, the result is that the Soviet-Mongolian border will be greatly advanced from the Haraha River to the east. That is, it will be stabbed from the territory of Manchukuo. This is not the result that Zhang Fengguang hoped for.

With Xiaobao's level of knowledge, he couldn't have thought of this. If Xiaobao knew that this information would have such consequences, would he take such a big risk and endure so much hardship to send it?

Xiaobao probably won't. His thinking was simple: the Japanese should be driven out if they had seized their own territory. He didn't have Zhang Fengguang's internationalist ideas in his head.

Zhang Fengguang sat there motionless.

Sooner or later, the Japanese will be driven away. Zhang Fengguang firmly believes this. Then that piece of land is still ours.

After a long time, Zhang Fengguang slowly tore off the second piece of paper from the small notebook and threw it into the stove pit, watching it burn to ashes.

Xiaobao dragged his two legs like noodles and staggered down the street. From time to time, he raised his head and drank two sips of vinegar.

A passer-by kindly shouted, "Brother, don't drink anymore if you're drunk like this." Thirty-nine days of sleeping on the street, tomorrow morning will freeze hard! ”

"Big brother, thank you, thank you. I, I'm fine. I'll be home soon. Xiaobao replied vaguely.

"It's hard to persuade a damned ghost with good words." The man said with emotion.

Oki Enichi sneaked into the Yamato Hotel in the middle of the night to inspect the work. Check from the upper floor all the way to the basement level.

He also listened to Hideko Kono and Ulyanova report to him about Qian Xiaobao being sick and admitted to the hospital for first aid. He just nodded expressionlessly.

When Da Hee Yan was about to leave from the basement floor as soon as he finished checking his work, Xiao Bao stumbled in.

"Xiao Baojun, aren't you sick? How did you come back again? Oki asked.

"Sir Daiki, I, I'm fine. The task is important, and I must be notified if there is any situation. Xiaobao said in a hurry, and fell down on the bed after speaking. The vinegar bottle he was holding in his hand also fell to the ground with a long bang.

Da Hee Yeon sniffed and understood everything. He was very moved.

Da Xiyan turned around, his eyes scanned the people present like a sharp sword.

"You haven't seen it, and you should have heard about Qian Xiaobaojun's contribution to the Japanese Empire in the Intelligence Department of the Kwantung Army. Today you finally see that he is so sick that he still wants to carry out his mission. He was a Manchurian and could do that. And what about you! Gentlemen, you have to work hard! Daxi Yan said sharply.

"Yes!" Everyone present replied in unison.