On the first day of training, I spent time with German instructors explaining various types of firearms. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

At nine o'clock in the evening, Feng Chen went to bed on time.

Throughout the day, except for the German instructor, Feng Chen had never contacted anyone else, but Feng Chen knew that there were many people in this training base.

Lunch and dinner were given by the soldier who gave him a training uniform when he came, and Feng Chen didn't find out that the restaurant here was located on it.

Feng Chen thought, maybe there is a basement here.

Why is a training base so mysterious?

It seems that this is a place for the training of special agents, and even the instructors are invited from Germany.

Lying on the marching bed, Feng Chen couldn't help but recall the complicated experience during this period of time, how did he accidentally arrive at the secret training base under Mount Fuji?

Are you really suited to espionage?

Feng Chen denied it in his heart, what he liked most in his heart was creation, and he lived that kind of pastoral life.

Thinking about it, Feng Chen thought of the complicated situation between China and Japan, and it was a matter of time before China and Japan were fully developed.

What does Ryuichi Hiraoka like about himself? With all his efforts to guide himself step by step on the path of traitors, isn't he afraid of raising tigers?

Could it be that Ryuichi Hiraoka really doesn't believe in the Japanese?

In his thoughts, Feng Chen fell asleep.

At 5:30 the next morning, the wake-up call sounded, Feng Chen got up quickly, and before he could wash up, someone outside the tent shouted: "Poinsettia, morning training begins, 10 kilograms of weight, running 5000 meters." ”

Feng Chen jumped open the curtain of the tent door and found a Japanese soldier in a combat uniform, with a heavy bag beside him, looking at him fiercely.

"Haven't you washed your face yet?" Feng Chen muttered.

"People who come here must complete the prescribed subjects on time every day, otherwise, they can't eat!" The soldier still said aloud with no expression in his eyes.

"Send me back, can I stop training?" Feng Chen deliberately teased the soldier.

"No! If you refuse to train, you will be forced to confinement for two weeks! The soldier said.

"Okay." Feng Chen lazily picked up the heavy bag on the ground, put it on his shoulder, and ran with the soldiers' meeting.

The two ran along a dirt road by the lake in the direction of the mountain.

Running forward for about a kilometer, turning a corner, Feng Chen's eyes lit up, there was a grass as big as a football field on the side of the road, and on the grass, there was a team of about 200 people, training there.

"Excuse me, which unit is training here?" Feng Chen kicked and asked the soldier who was running in front.

"No talking, no asking questions." The soldier commanded loudly.

This must be training a secret force, Feng Chen thought to himself.

Feng Chen stopped talking, buried his head and ran forward, running for more than 2 kilometers, and the soldiers leading the way in front turned around and ran towards the bottom of the mountain.

When you run up the mountain, you are tired, but you don't have to work hard, but when you go down, you have to struggle.

Returning to the tent where he lived, Feng Chen dropped the weight bag on his body, sat on the ground, and kicked it heavily, the soldier looked at Feng Chen, and left without saying a word.

Breakfast was still delivered by the soldier who delivered the meal yesterday, Feng Chen devoured it, quickly slapped the breakfast, and just wiped his mouth, the German instructor came over yesterday again.

"Poinsettia, today I will teach you the use of various firearms, please follow me!"

Nima, is on such a tight schedule? Feng Chen secretly cursed in his heart.

Feng Chen doesn't like the old-fashioned Germans very much, but Sorge is also German, why is he not old-fashioned at all?

Thinking of Sorge, Feng Chen thought in his heart, did Sorge go through such training before engaging in espionage activities?

I don't think so, this kind of training is completely military training, and it has nothing to do with espionage work?!

Or Sorge said it well, he didn't pry the safe, but the documents took the initiative to send them to the door; Break into the secret room without a gun, but the door opens automatically for him.

This is the highest level of an intelligence officer!

Feng Chen didn't expect that this kind of intensive training would benefit him a lot in the years to come.

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Just when Feng Chen was receiving training at the secret training base at the foot of Mount Fuji, Wang Yaqiao, a generation of assassins who were far away in Wuzhou, Guangxi, came to the end of his life.

Since meeting Feng Chen, Wang Yaqiao has felt more and more the narrowness of heaven and earth in Li Weizi in Liushen Village, Wuzhou.

After Feng Chen left Guangxi, Wang Yaqiao immediately arranged for Yu Yanong, with Feng Chen's two letters of recommendation, to disguise himself as an old customer who went to Shaanxi to buy mountain goods, and went to the mysterious Loess Plateau to find a new road.

After Yu Yanong left, Wang Yaqiao spent almost every day in anxious hope.

He knew very well in his heart that Yu Yanong would go to the Northern Shaanxi Plateau, and there would be high mountains and dangerous roads along the way, and there would be many obstacles.

Although Yu Yanong has Feng Chen's letter of recommendation, Wang Yaqiao still has no bottom in his heart about whether these two letters can play a role.

Wang Yaqiao knew that the Red Army in the depths of the mysterious Loess Plateau in northern Shaanxi, although it was all some earthen guns and artillery, made Lao Chiang's army suffer defeats everywhere.

Wang Yaqiao's heart began to clear the clouds, and he began to regret why he didn't listen to Hua Yinghao's advice and went directly to northern Shaanxi, but only remembered to defect to the Communist Party when he arrived in Wuzhou.

At the beginning of October, it suddenly rained in the autumn rain, Wang Yaqiao was bored and looked through the newspaper, passing the tormented days, he couldn't wait to grow wings on his body, and immediately flew to northern Shaanxi.

Wang Yaqiao, who was full of longing for light, no longer cared about Li Zongren and Bai Chongxi's collusion with Chiang Kai-shek.

At first, he was always concerned about the news in northern Shaanxi, and he hoped to see the news of the Red Army in northern Shaanxi in the newspapers, but there was hardly any information related to the Chinese Communists in the local newspapers of the Kuomintang.

The rain outside was dripping, Wang Yaqiao casually took a copy of the "Wuzhou Daily" that had just arrived yesterday, looked at it casually, and suddenly found that in the supplement of the newspaper, there was a poem "Falling Flowers" by the Tang Dynasty poet Yan Yun:

Where is the spring rising, take a cup before the flowers.

Ask Huahua all day long, for whom it is scattered and for whom it will bloom.

When Wang Yaqiao saw this poem, his dim eyes suddenly brightened.

This poem was given to Yu Wanjun when he met Yu Wanjun when he was a student in Shanghai, why was it published in "Wuzhou Daily" at this time?

Could it be that Yu Wanjun came to Wuzhou, Guangxi?

Wang Yaqiao remembered the agreement with Yu Wanjun at the beginning, and when the two of them were like glue, Yu Wanjun once asked Wang Yaqiao half-jokingly: "Brother Jiu, what should I do when I am desperate and can't find you in the future?" ”

Wang Yaqiao said at the time: "You published the poem "Falling Flowers" I gave you in the newspaper, but as long as I, Wang Yaqiao, still have a breath of air, I will definitely see you." ”

Thinking of this, Wang Yaqiao carefully read the poem again, and there were a few small words falling behind it, and Wu Fang No. 103 was published.

Wang Yaqiao dropped the newspaper and immediately instructed Zhao Shifa to find a map of Wuzhou City, and he quickly found Wufang Road, a bustling commercial street in Wuzhou, on the map.

Wang Yaqiao immediately understood in his heart that Yu Wanjun not only came to Wuzhou now, but also lived at No. 103 Wufang Road in Wuzhou City.

Wang Yaqiao was excited in his heart, took the newspaper, hurriedly came to his wife Wang Yaying and said, "Yaying, Yaying, come and see, who are you coming?" ”

Wang Yaying took the newspaper and glanced at it and said, "Jiuguang, in fact, I saw this poem yesterday, but I didn't tell you." ”

"Why? I knew that it might be Yu Wanjun coming, why didn't you tell me? Wang Yaqiao was a little angry.

"Jiuguang, you haven't thought about it, Brother Likui has been arrested for so long, why didn't Yu Wanjun publish this poem in the newspaper to find you today?" Wang Yaying reminded Wang Yaqiao.

"Maybe she was alone, and she couldn't live in Hong Kong anymore, so she remembered coming to Guangxi to find us, but she just knew that we came to Wuzhou, Guangxi, and she didn't know where we were, so she published this poem in the newspaper." Wang Yaqiao exonerated Yu Wanjun.

"Jiuguang, you have to know that Dai Li's people are pervasive, who knows who Yu Wanjun, a woman with watery Yanghua, has been in contact with in the past few months, so it's better for us to be cautious." Wang Yaying was very opposed to Wang Yaqiao going to see Yu Wanjun.

"Yaying, Brother Likui was arrested by Dai Li, Yu Wanjun is a weak woman, we don't care about her, who cares about her? Don't be so careful, okay? Wang Yaqiao stubbornly insisted on going to see Yu Wanjun.