"I don't want to ......," Qin Gang said "oh, oh, ah". When Bai Yulan heard this, she pursed her mouth and raised her pink fist to fight, Qin Gang hurriedly said: "It's strange if you don't want to!" With that, he kissed her on her pouting little mouth.

"You're dead!" Magnolia laughed.

"Who called you my wife?"

"Wrong!"

"It's not a wife, what's that?" Qin Gang was stunned.

"It's called a revolutionary companion!" Magnolia said seriously.

"That's right! Called Revolutionary Companion. Like the commander couple, a real revolutionary companion! ”

The two embraced each other, immersed in the happiness of a long absence......

Qin Gang was fiddling with a radio in the grass hut, and Mo Yun, Lin Yifan, and Xie Weijie watched from the sidelines. When the radio channel tuned to the announcer's voice, which was round and sonorous, Mo Yun excitedly shouted, "Stop! Stop! That's it. "The news on the radio came that the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference was about to be held.

"It would be nice to have a radio, so that we can be with the Party Central Committee every day, hear the voice of the Party Central Committee, and understand the process of the revolutionary struggle throughout the country." Lin Yifan said with emotion.

"Yes! Then we will become deaf and clear. All this is thanks to the comrades of the underground party in Longcheng, who risked their lives, spent a long time, purchased them in batches, and tried every means to send them to us. Mo Yun said gratefully.

"It is no exaggeration to say that this radio is so important to us guerrillas, especially to the comrades who persist in the struggle in the mountains, and it is no exaggeration to say that it is the source of strength and spiritual food." Xie Weijie said.

"Well said! Therefore, we must make good use of this weapon. Director Qin, you must adjust the frequency of each radio well, fix it on the radio station of the Party Central Committee, and not change it at will, and send special personnel to the guerrilla areas. Mo Yun confessed.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of this matter myself and make sure that these treasures are sent out of the city without fail." Qin Gang said firmly.

Everyone gathered around, listening carefully to the message coming out of the radio, and no one was willing to leave.

At this time, the first squadron was stationed in Kamata Village, and a man dressed as a man walked into the village. This Kamata village is located in a narrow strip of land between two mountains, the side of the mountain is dangerous, easy to defend and difficult to attack, the geographical location is very important, because the shape is like a goose's neck, it is called the gooseneck pass by the locals, is the only way to the guerrilla corps organ station, anyone who wants to pass, has to pass through the mountain pass and the whole village in the middle of the road. This Lang Zhong is clearly not a local, looking around for something, and his appearance is suspicious.

"Stop! What for? "Several partisans, armed with guns, blocked the way.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the youngest one is Lang Zhong, who came here specifically to patrol the doctors and collect medicines." Lang Zhong nodded and said with a smile.

"Fellow, we are not the bosses of the national army, we are guerrillas."

"Are you really guerrillas?"

"Is that fake?"

"Then you take me to see your leader, he asked me to come and see him."

"Well, come with us, but we'll search our bodies to see if we have any weapons."

After several guerrillas searched him, they led Lang Zhong to Li Guangping, the leader of the detachment.

"Squad leader, the Lang Zhong you are looking for, he is here."

"The Lang Zhong I was looking for?" Detachment leader Li Guangping was a little puzzled, when am I looking for Langzhong? He was about to ask clearly, but Na Lang Zhong took a step further and whispered in his ear: "Captain, I am sent by the underground party of Nanliang County, and I have something important to look for you Mo Yun, Commander Mo." Li Guangping glanced at Lang Zhong, and couldn't tell the truth from the fake for a while, so he didn't care about him, he took it to the commander first, and then said, the chief has his own decision, just don't delay things. So, he took two people to send Lang Zhong to the team headquarters.

"Report! Commander, someone is looking for it. The correspondent led a person in, followed by Li Guangping, the leader of the first squadron. The person who followed the correspondent was dressed as a man, and he carried a medicine bag on his back, which contained some medicinal herbs collected from the mountains.

"He said he was sent by the underground party of Nanliang County, and we did not find any dangerous items on him. So, I brought him here. Detachment leader Li Guangping said.

Na Langzhong shook hands with Mo Yun and didn't speak, so he took off the medicine bag on his shoulder and rummaged through the contents. He took out a brush for writing prescriptions and said, "Who can borrow a fire?" Mo Yun said: "I have this." He hurriedly handed over the match. Not only Mo Yun, but everyone else present wanted to see what tricks this Lang Zhong was playing, Mo Yun even took the brush and looked left and right, and tried to pluck the head and tail of the brush with his hands, but failed, he thought that the secret must be here, and other people thought the same way, Xie Weijie also took it and tried it and couldn't pull it out, so he had to return the pen to Lang Zhong. Lang Zhong smiled, did not speak, but showed everyone the match in his hand, which means that the secret is here, and then, take out a match, light it, close the fire to the junction of the brush head and the pen barrel, turn the pen and roast it around, quickly throw away the match stem, gently pull it out with his hand, the pen head was pulled out, and then, hand the pen barrel to Mo Yun. Mo Yun thought, this time he can do it, he put up the pen and knocked it on the palm of his hand, but there was surprisingly nothing on the palm, it didn't work vertically, so he knocked it horizontally, or no, and hurriedly raised the pen and looked at the bright place, there was nothing to see inside, there was no way, so he had to shake his head and hand it to Lang Zhong. Lang Zhong smiled again, raised the match to everyone again, and then, struck a match, erected the pen with one hand, held the match with the other hand, and roasted it while rotating the pen nib, and after a while, a transparent liquid flowed out of the pen shaft, and the liquid solidified when it dripped to the ground, and everyone understood that this must be wax. Lang Zhong picked up the pen and knocked it on the palm of his hand a few times, and a rolled paper was shaken out, and everyone was stunned by the scene in front of them. Isn't it? Everyone expected things again and again, but they ended up unexpectedly, and in the end, in despair, they ushered in what they expected. If it is an enemy, they will always be left with despair, and their comrades will always show them hope. This is the wisdom of our underground!

"Commander, this is the most important thing for you, and it is also where my mission is this time, and my mission has finally been successfully completed." This was the first sentence of the underground worker since he entered the house, and it was the only important sentence so far. In doing so, in fact, the reason is very simple, the first time you meet, you don't know, you don't understand, of course, you are wary, distrustful, and there is no evidence in your hands, no matter how much you say, no one will believe it. Lang Zhong said less and did more, and let the facts speak.

Just now, perhaps shocked by Lang Zhong's quiet momentum, or perhaps attracted by Lang Zhong's magic-like tricks, no one present said a word, for fear that the process of exploring the result would be interrupted and eliminated by words. Now, in a hurry, you say a word, I say a word, and I am eager to ask about the mystery.

"The brush head and the pen barrel are originally difficult to pull off, for what do you bake with a match, gently pull out, the pen head will come out?"

"Coat the barrel with hot rosin, put in the nib, after cooling, the nib can't be pulled out, roast it with fire, the rosin becomes soft, gently pull it out."

"Is it wax coming out of the barrel?"

"Yes."

"How is the whole process of passing information with a brush made?"

"It's very simple, first write the information, roll it into a paper tube of suitable length, put it in the pen barrel, and then, insert the pen barrel into the liquid wax, and then dig out the wax in the pen head with a knife, coat it with hot rosin, and insert the pen head into it."

"Why is it made out of social considerations?"

"Of course, it's for the sake of intelligence security. This is the result of studying the human psyche. When people see this brush for the first time, they will naturally think that there may be something hidden in the pen, and they are eager to pull it out, and some can't pull it out, so they just do it, and they retreat in their hearts, thinking about how can this thing be hidden? Some of them pulled it out with all their might, and then they knocked and knocked it, and when they saw that there was nothing, they gave up, who would not be happy with this little thing? ”

When the comrades heard this, they nodded their heads one after another, praised the method as wonderful, and were impressed by the underground party's bold and meticulous work style.

While they were discussing passionately, Mo Yun walked to the side alone and slowly unfolded the note. It was written in a fountain pen: The enemy special forces team will behead me in the near future, and take quick measures to prevent it. It was also confirmed that the enemy "Nightingale" was dead. The drop is a very familiar font lily. After Mo Yun finished reading, he lit a match, lit the note, and when the note was about to burn out, he threw it into the air, let it burn out in the air, fluttering and falling to the ground, Mo Yun stepped on it, and the ashes left a small black flower on the ground.

After reading the note, Mo Yun stepped forward and hugged Lang Zhong tightly.

"My comrade, you've worked hard." Mo Yunzhi said: Under the current situation in which the enemy encircles and suppresses the guerrilla areas, the comrades of the underground party have to take a great risk if they want to send in the information. Along the way, there were many enemy militia groups, self-defense forces, and spies, and as long as there was the slightest mistake, the comrades of the underground party might be arrested and killed.

"Thank you! Thank you! You work harder than we do......" After greeting a few words, Lang Zhong said: "The information has been delivered, the task has been completed, I have to go back, comrades and chiefs, take care!" After speaking, he shook hands with his comrades one by one, hugged and said goodbye, carried the medicine bag, and waved goodbye. Mo Yun and the others also waved goodbye, their eyes full of respect and reluctance.

Mo Yun, Lin Yifan, Xie Weijie, Qin Gang and others sat around the table and discussed their work.

"Judging from the information sent by the underground party, the enemy wants to take special operations against us, that is, the 'point-point' tactics that we are usually familiar with, that is, to use a small number of troops to achieve the goal of destroying and paralyzing the organs and important parts of our leaders, and beheading important people, so as to disrupt the troops and shake the morale of the troops." Mo Yun said.

"How many people are there in this operation?" Lin Yifan asked.

"That's a dozen people, and the name of the team is 'Special Forces'." Mo Yun replied.

"Son of a bitch! It's a fool's dream that just a few people want to mess with us, and they don't take us guerrillas seriously, when we are all vegetarians, aren't they? Xie Weijie slapped the table angrily.

"O my Chief of Staff! Take it easy! The enemy is right, it is true that our guerrillas are vegetarians, think about it, where do we get the meat to eat? If you can drink some broth, it's a New Year. What do we usually eat? Isn't it just corn, sweet potato, cassava, and taro with porridge? It's all vegetarian, yes! Lin Yifan chatted about the pot.

"Deputy political commissar! How do you speak for the enemy, what I said is not what the enemy said, this is a vegetarian ......" Xie Weijie's face turned red.

"That's right! Didn't you just say that you were a vegetarian? Lin Yifan said with a smile......

"This ......"

Everyone saw Xie Weijie's embarrassment, and couldn't help laughing. Mo Yun continued: "As long as the combat effectiveness of our guerrillas is not sufficient, it will be fine." In this way, inform the guerrilla zones to be prepared to guard against a sneak attack by the enemy. Mo Yun pointed at Qin Gang with his finger and said: "Director Qin, the Kuomintang agent killed by your Tanliang Brigade at the beginning, the underground party has confirmed that he is the enemy's once famous agent 'Nightingale', and his fall is only a matter of time, which only shows that no matter how powerful the enemy is, with the fall of the Jiang dynasty, it will be difficult to escape the tragic end of defeat in the end." If you have time, report this situation to the Tanliang team, so that they will be happy and happy, it is not easy to dig out an old agent! ”

"What a shame!" Qin Gang replied. Hearing this news, I couldn't help but feel relieved, the harm of this moth to the Tanliang guerrilla brigade was really too great, and it almost didn't kill the guerrillas, didn't it? Thinking of this, Qin Gang said to Hou Liang in his heart: Old Hou, you can rest assured this time, the stone that weighs on your heart is too heavy, and you can finally let it go.