In Jingshi, the intelligence headquarters of the Ming Empire, an officer in charge of receiving incoming and outgoing messages took off his headset and tore off a message he had just received from his record book. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

With a solemn face, he crossed the position of his colleagues, walked past row after row of neat telegraphs, and walked past the signal corpsmen sitting in front of these telegraphs.

Then he walked up to the desk of the person in charge of this huge radio receiving center, handed the telegram he had just received, and explained in detail the source of the telegram.

"Sir, the telegram is from a dedicated channel, and the label is level 1 importance, so I'll send it to you." Looking at the dense Morse code on the message, the telegram receiver spoke.

After the other party heard that it was a Level 1 message, he was also obviously stunned, then raised his head to look at the messenger who came to deliver information, nodded and said, "Okay, I know." ”

He said as he shoved the file into the folder in front of him, then stood up and walked in the direction of the separate office in the distance.

In that office sat an officer who specialized in translating top-secret messages, and he was in charge of translating messages marked as Level 1 into Chinese characters that non-specialists could understand.

Outside the door of this office, there are two brocade guards standing guard twenty-four hours a day, and they are not affiliated with the army, so it is easy to deny any non-registered officers access to the message translation room.

Of course, if any of the officers of the Brocade Guard asked to enter here, they might agree, provided that they could pass through the several Army-arranged inspection posts outside the building.

The officer in charge of delivering the telegram was obviously on the register, so when he walked to the door and knocked on the door, the two brocade-clothed guards saluted and did not make any extra sound.

The officer also nodded politely in response, and greeted the two very politely. The two sides belong to different departments, but they both serve the empire and His Majesty the Emperor, so there is no need to put on any face.

After receiving the answer, the officer immediately pushed the door in, and then stood in the doorway and saluted the officer inside—the man inside was not a petty officer, but a real cipher code interpreter major.

A person with a low rank did not have access to such a confidential message, so the major also solemnly took the document from the other party's hand, carefully compared the password reference, and translated the contents.

And the officer who sent the telegram had already withdrawn at this moment, and he could stay in the house for a minute, and if he didn't go out, naturally the two brocade guards at the door would invite him out in their own way.

The major compared most of the messages, and then found an official code name that was almost never used in a very jerky comparison table: Submarine.

After seeing this codename, the officer was stunned for a moment, then quickly checked the content of this telegram, and finally confirmed that it was foolproof, before turning around and shouting at the small window on the other wall of the room that only one hand could pass through: "Level 1 secret telegram!" ”

There is a fully enclosed passage, and the information will be taken directly by an illiterate mute, in order to give these confidential documents a foolproof delivery environment, the Ming Empire has given full play to its advantages of being vast and rich.

It is not easy to find such a mute who is willing to work in a small passage every day, and it is not easy for this mute to be illiterate and have a reliable identity. Therefore, only a country like the Ming Empire can find such strange workers.

The other party took the messages, did not read them, or did not understand them, and walked all the way to the officer who received them over there, and the person who got the messages was a colonel, and an officer with a special badge on his chest.

This is the mark of the clerical work of the East Factory, and it is also a relatively high-level staff member in the hot intelligence network of the Daimyo Empire in the past year. He was responsible for sorting and sorting the information and then reporting it to his superiors.

As a colonel, his superior officer was not much, but after a glance at the contents of the information, he still shivered with nervousness.

Then the colonel grabbed the internal security phone, stood up and stood respectfully, this is a direct telephone, no need to transfer and no one can touch the line, it is an absolutely safe way of communication.

It wasn't until someone on the other side of the phone was raised that he shouted: "Long live His Majesty the Emperor!" I'm Colonel Doberman from the Intelligence Classification Room...... Yes, there is intelligence from Japan, about submarines! ”

Apparently something had been said, and the colonel saluted yes to the other side of the phone, and then stood at his desk staring at the telegram in front of him, as if he was afraid that it would grow wings and fly away.

He didn't have to wait long, and after only ten minutes, the door of his room was pushed open from the outside. A lieutenant general, who also wore a special badge on his chest, walked into the room with a major general supervisor from Jinyiwei and another major general from the East Factory.

"Colonel Doberman! This document is now in my possession, and I will take it with me when it is registered. Under the watchful eye of the six eyes of the three officers, Major Doberman nervously numbered the document and registered it in the intelligence file.

After that, the three generals signed and took the message out of the intelligence archives, and the three of them got into the car together, and then drove all the way to the walls of the Forbidden City. A middle-aged man with a smile on his face stood there, followed by a powerful attendant.

The middle-aged man waiting there was dressed in the uniform of an ordinary Forbidden City attendant, but the fabric was different. A scarlet robe declares the identity of this middle-aged man.

He is in the Forbidden City, the close confidant of His Majesty Emperor Zhu Mu, Chen Yue, the prince of Dongchang Factory. In the last two years, the most active head of the Ming Empire's intelligence, His Majesty the Emperor's eyes and nose......

"Something brought?" He secretly ran out during the meeting between Zhu Mu and the adults of the military department. If he hadn't learned the information that His Majesty the Emperor was most interested in, he wouldn't have come out in person.

Under normal circumstances, he would take the initiative to look at the information summary from all sides at night, and if there was information that he was interested in, or that His Majesty the Emperor might be interested in, he would write it down and wait to report it or report it directly to Zhu Mu.

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