When the military command was first established, there were no small transceivers specifically used for espionage, all of them were military, the smallest was a five-watt hand-cranked generator, which was very large, and there was also a 15-watt charging generator, which was even more behemoth, and could not be used for secret work at all. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info So, radio experts Wei Daming and Kang Baohuang began to carry out technological innovation and develop a small transceiver.

This technological innovation soon succeeded in one fell swoop, and the development of a 2.5-watt small radio station was later widely used in the secret work of the military command. It is recorded that in addition to the battery, earpiece, and electric key, it is only the size of "two biscuit buckets".

The metaphor is a bit of a no-brainer, the cookie bucket can be big or small, who knows how big it is? But according to Shen Zui's memoirs, before the fall of Shanghai, he could hide the transmitter under the baby and pass through the Japanese sentry, which should not be too big.

This technological innovation laid the foundation for wireless communications in the secret service and even later in the military. Because the military commander is engaged in espionage work, if there is no small radio station suitable for use behind enemy lines, all its work is equal to zero.

Shortly thereafter, Lao Jiang approved Dai Li's report and allowed him to set up a radio factory, which naturally did not need to be paid by the secret service.

After the establishment of the radio factory, not only did he make pocket transmitters, but Kang Baohuang also came up with a new trick -- he converted ordinary civilian radios into transmitters to make it easier to pass through the enemy's investigation. When you want to use it, you only need to buy a few ordinary accessories that are available anywhere, and as soon as you install them, it will immediately become a transceiver for secret agents.

With the increase in the number of dispatched agencies in various places, everyone has been allocated 2.5 watt pocket machines, and new problems have arisen. Everyone's signal is very weak, which requires the main station to be strong and abnormal, otherwise it will not be able to maintain communication with the field at all.

Wei Daming began to set up the Nanjing main station, adding seven or eight transceivers at once, with an electric power of 1,200 watts, each machine is connected to each other, and the transmitter can be remotely controlled at the main station, and the distance of the call reaches 1 or 2,000 kilometers.

Later, with the continuous expansion of the military command, the number of secret radio stations in the occupied areas alone reached more than 300, and one main station was not enough, so a second main station was established, and in 1944, a third main station was established. In its heyday, hundreds of operators worked 24 hours a day, every eight hours, and the lights at the main station were never turned off.

Of course, Yang Tianfeng can assemble the radio station himself, but since there are ready-made ones, he is still used to reaching out and asking for them, because he has too many things to do. Outsiders may not know, but those around him know that Yang Tianfeng basically works late every day.

And most of those strategies and tactics are bubbling out in the dead of night, under Yang Tianfeng's pen. It was then printed in a booklet and gradually spread, so that many of the experiences and lessons were not to be exchanged for blood and lives.

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The moon had finished its journey in the sky and was disappearing towards the side of the mountain, and in the slowly whitening firmament, the stars disappeared.

If you look at it from above, you can see the yellow marching procession like ugly vipers, winding its way down the main road. The Japanese devils wore yellow military uniforms, disgusting yellow military hats that were slightly raised, carried crimson cowhide backpacks, carried 38 large covers and crooked machine guns, and rushed forward with a click.

The car, which has been abandoned by order of Muya. Four-legged nails and mines are really impossible to prevent at night. And the situation of the Dragon King Temple is critical, urgent reinforcements, flanking the enemy, but he does not dare to delay. But the small group of enemies in front of them is really annoying, and they always maintain a distance, and they can't hit it, and they can't catch up with it.

In fact, the harassment troops did not bury a few mines, but only delayed slightly, buying time for Liang Moqing's division of troops to ambush. And for the enemy, even if he stepped on a mine, he would be suspicious and vigilant.

It's been a long time since I've been harassed and attacked, and Muya feels a little confused and a little lucky. Summoning the puppet army guide to inquire, Mu Gu knew that it was less than ten miles away from the Dragon King Temple. In this way, he thought he had found the answer. It must be that the enemy is either organizing troops to block, or concentrating all his strength on attacking the Dragon King Temple, or afraid of the strength of the imperial army, and is retreating and moving.

Whatever the possibility, Kitani believes that the only way to achieve the desired goal is to speed it up. He didn't know that the main force led by the commander Kura Yong Kaishi had been destroyed, and the artillery attack did not kill Kuraina, but it blew up the radio, so that Mu Gu did not receive the warning telegram from the main force.

To be on the safe side, Muya ordered the operator to turn on the phone, and after making contact with the Dragon King Temple, he gave the order to speed up. The devil turned into two columns and quickened his pace along the road.

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A mountain of red clouds cast a blood-red light on the awakened earth.

The sun shines on the glazed tile roof of the main hall of the Dragon King Temple, reflecting a dazzling light, and the scorching heat and dreary atmosphere tightly wraps around this isolated island from the outside world. In the midst of the shouts in front of the enemy, mixed with sparse cold guns, there was a faint figure of jumping on the position, and the sound of axes and chisels was heard in the distance, as if the enemy was rushing to make equipment for crossing the river.

Guo Zhenru walked out of the main hall, walked to the demolished wall and stood for a moment, silently observing the surrounding movements. The soldiers stationed in the fortifications along the river were like half-withered earthworms, curled up there lifelessly. From the porch came the moans and vicious curses of the wounded soldiers, mixed with faint sobs.

There is not enough fuel, there is no rice to cook, there is not enough medicine, and there are injuries that have to be maintained. Without reinforcements, all life is lost, and all that remains is a heavy lament, a dying sigh and a desperate struggle......

Guo Zhenru sighed heavily, turned around and walked towards the west side hall. Several officers were pushing pai gow around the Shentai, and when they saw Guo Zhenru coming in, they all lowered their hands in fear. He knew that playing this trick at this desperate juncture was naturally not for the sake of seeking any pleasure, but a reaction of pessimism and despair. In normal times, he would have been severely reprimanded, but now, with a wry smile and a wave of his hand, the officers quietly slipped out.

Guo Zhenru sat down with his back against the altar, holding his head with trembling hands, at this life-and-death juncture, he couldn't help but seriously consider his future.

If you wait for the enemy to come in, you will either be killed on the spot or captured. Stubbornly resisting and waiting for reinforcements, he once had great hopes for this, but as time went on and the situation changed, he felt that it was becoming more and more slim, even on the verge of ruin. (To be continued.) )