Nanjing, the moon and stars are scarce, and all the sounds are silent. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe office of the head of the Soviet Liaison Office was brightly lit, and the phonograph placed on the table against the wall turned the record to play the Soviet song "Light", and the lyrical and mournful singing filled the room: "There was a young girl who sent the soldiers to war, and they said goodbye to the stairs in the night, and through the light mist the young man saw that the light was still shining in front of the girl's window......"

Sitting in an armchair on the side of his desk, Martov took out three photographs and two pages of manuscript paper from his purse, handed them to Gusev, and whispered indignantly: "That General Hu is really shameless! While asking for help from our country, we are also asking for help from the United States. According to one of my Chinese intelligence agents, the original letter for help had been handed over by the Americans to the Ministry of Defense of the Kuomintang government this morning. This is a photo of General Hu's letter asking for help in Chinese, which I translated into Russian. ”

Gusev looked at the photo, and then at the Russian translation, and his expression was calm, "Won't this letter be forged by the Americans?" They are annoyed by the recent outbreak of large-scale anti-American waves in many cities in China, and will they forge such a document to blackmail the Kuomintang government? ”

Martov smiled, "According to the Chinese intelligence officer, the Kuomintang military specially sent a special person to identify the letter for help, and it has been confirmed that it is General Hu's handwriting. Then, he found an opportunity to secretly take a picture of the letter asking for help. ”

Vera, who was sitting in the armchair next to her, widened her eyes in surprise, "It's unbelievable that this General Hu actually stepped on two boats." Thankfully, we ignored him. ”

After a pause, she frowned again and said, "Yajia, the Kuomintang government has long discovered that we have a secret intelligence network in China, and has always wanted to destroy it. We can sprinkle the bait and find out the true identity of that Wang Er, so will the Kuomintang secret service also use this letter of help, which is no longer useful to them, as a bait and deliberately throw it out? ”

Martov glared at her and pouted dissatisfiedly, "Visha, you're underestimating their ability to protect themselves. ”

Gusev put the photographs and the Russian translation on the table and muttered: "Alexander Ivanovich, Vesa is right. You should remind those Chinese intelligence agents that when obtaining information, they must be careful not to expose themselves. In the past, we've had several intelligence officers die. Because of the special nature of secret work, we cannot openly admit that they are our intelligence agents, and even the CCP does not know their true identity, which will make the Chinese intelligence agents who have not been exposed feel that it is meaningless to work for us, and they will die in vain. Many people are not afraid of death, but they are afraid of dying in vain. In the future, we should try to avoid sacrifice and let those Chinese intelligence agents continue to work for the Soviet Union without any worries. ”

Martov was stunned for a moment, then nodded at Gusev, and said with a smile: "Comrade Director is right, I will remind them." Then he blinked his brown eyes with confidence, "Please don't worry, Comrade Director, their loyalty to the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics and to the great leader Comrade Stalin is beyond doubt." ”

The room was quieter at this moment, and the shrill mezzo-soprano song from the gramophone still echoed in the air, "Fight against the hateful invaders, fight more bravely, for the sake of the Soviet Fatherland, and dear lights......"

Gusev leaned his head back in his chair and shook his head slightly, looking a little proud, "The recent anti-American wave that has erupted in many cities is very powerful for our Soviet Union, and the bigger this movement is, the better, but be careful, our people, including Chinese intelligence officers, should not intervene." ”

Vera and Martov both smiled and nodded.

"According to Chinese intelligence officers, the Ministry of National Defense of the Kuomintang government has recently studied the current situation and believes that this anti-American campaign is a deliberate attempt by the CCP to make a big fuss and undermine the relationship between the Kuomintang government and the United States, thereby endangering the Kuomintang government," Martov then said. The most effective way to completely eliminate the destructive role of the Communist Party is to defeat the CCP militarily. As a result, the Ministry of National Defense yesterday sent a telegram to the Jiangbei camp to ask General Chen Mosong if he could launch a new large-scale offensive against the Chinese communist forces in Huang Huaihai as soon as possible. General Chen sent a telegram back to the Ministry of National Defense that night, saying that at present, his unit has completed the strategic encirclement posture of the Chinese communist army in Huang Huaihai, and that a special military meeting will be held in the near future to study and formulate a specific combat plan, which will annihilate the Chinese communist army in Huang Huaihai in one fell swoop. The Ministry of National Defense replied to General Chen today, saying that the Ministry of National Defense would provide comprehensive support to the Jiangbei camp. ”

Speaking of this, Martov's face was a little worried, "Pavel Mikhailovich, now that Huang Huaihai's CCP army is in danger, do you want to try to inform them?" In today's China, only the CCP can ignite the anti-American flame of the Chinese nationwide. If the CCP is destroyed, then the anti-American sentiment of the Chinese will automatically subside. ”

Gusev smacked his lips and shrugged his shoulders, "We have never had horizontal contact with the CCP, how can we inform them?" ”

He leaned close to the desk, picked up the coffee cup, untied the lid, and slowly sipped the hot coffee while smiling and saying, "Alexander Ivanovich, your worries are unfounded. Didn't you find out? Since the beginning of the civil war last year, the CCP has been continuously obtaining all kinds of information about the Kuomintang army through its own intelligence channels. Whether it is in the Kuomintang's Nanjing Ministry of National Defense, or in the Jiangbei camp, or other military institutions, there is such an invisible secret path that leads to the headquarters of the Chinese Communist army. ”

Martov looked at Gusev and then at Vera, and did not speak for a moment.

Vera was flipping through the photo album that had been secretly taken by Wang Er, and when she turned to the page with the photos of Gusev, Martov and Feng Tao together, her heart moved, and she raised her head and asked Martov, "Yajia, is this Mr. Feng Tao, who suddenly and mysteriously disappeared in the autumn of 1943, a secret intelligence agent of the CCP?" ”

Martov rolled his eyes and smiled mysteriously, "It's a puzzling mystery, it's hard to say. God and the CCP must know the truth of this mystery, but unfortunately, we can't consult them. ”

At this moment, the gramophone had finished playing the song "Light", and then began to play the song "The Path", and with the melodious and soothing melody, the singing voice of a deep mezzo-soprano spread through the quiet room.

"A long and winding path leads to the misty distance, and I will follow my lover into battle along this slender path. Snowflakes covered his footprints, there were no footsteps and no singing sounds, and in that vast silver field, there was only one lonely path......"