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This is a special training camp for the MIA's special service group, not the headquarters of the special service group. Duan Yunpeng and Xu Yuanju, as the chief and deputy commanders of the special service team, are definitely not accidental to appear here at this time.

However, judging from the smell of sweat on the two of them, as well as the mud stains on the soles of their boots, these two people should have just rushed from a training ground somewhere.

Well, it's okay, I didn't bring the bureaucratic habits of the old national army. knows that going deep into the foundation and working with the soldiers under his hands can be regarded as a talent that can be created.

Cheng Gong nodded with a smile of approval, and asked kindly, "Who is mainly responsible for this base level?" ”

Duan Yunpeng beckoned to the queue behind, followed by a middle-aged Shuangliu who was about thirty years old, with a Chinese face, a dark face, and a tall and burly physique, trotted out of the ranks in a standard military posture, and came to Cheng Gong to stand up and salute.

"Your Majesty, he is the person in charge of this base, and he is also the combat instructor of the special service brigade, Feng Zhenzhong, thirty-two years old, a native of Cangzhou, Hebei, and the former deputy commander of the special service battalion directly under the 29th Army of the Northwest Army." Duan Yunpeng introduced very formally.

"Feng Zhenzhong, report to Your Majesty and the Bureau!" Feng Zhenzhong stood up again and saluted, and shouted loudly with a solid heart.

"Instructor Feng, hello, hard work." Cheng Gong smiled and nodded, and shook hands with the other party very casually.

"Your Majesty! Subordinates are not hard, not hard. Feng Zhenzhong was obviously a little frightened and said again and again.

"Hello, Instructor Feng." Dai Yunong also took the initiative to stretch out his right palm to Feng Zhenzhong, and said with a smile: "Although I am the director of the General Bureau, I rarely interfere in the daily work of the special service team. The tasks of the special service team have been completed very well, which is inseparable from Instructor Feng's training, do it well! Your Majesty will not treat any useful person badly. ”

"Your Majesty, Bureau, this is a subordinate job." Feng Zhenzhong said excitedly and loudly: "The ministry must make persistent efforts, and resolutely not be responsible for the high hopes of His Majesty and the bureau!" Strive to train more and stronger excellent fighters for the special service team! ”

"Fighting is a combat skill that every soldier must master." Cheng Gong said solemnly: "In addition to having the strongest fighting skills, our fighters also need to master the professional knowledge of various technical equipment. A soldier who knows how to learn and is good at learning can be called a good soldier!

Therefore, this king asks you, in your daily training, you must strengthen your study, you must establish the spirit that learning is also combat effectiveness, and let the hat of 'illiterate big head soldier' be taken off from the heads of all our soldiers! ”

"Resolutely complete His Majesty's instructions!"

Everyone, including Dai Yunong, saluted Cheng Gongli in unison.

Next, Duan Yunpeng introduced the other eight responsible persons of the base one by one, all of whom were unsuccessful officers who had served at the company, deputy battalion, main battalion, and deputy regimental levels in the Northwest Army, Northeast Army, Jinsui Army, and Sichuan Army.

Cheng Gong didn't plan to inspect the office building and barracks dormitory for the time being, so that Duan Yunpeng, Xu Yuanju and the others should continue to do what they wanted, and leave them alone. Then let Dai Yunong lead the way directly to the basement where Richard Sorge was secretly held.

……

It was a single cell with a size of less than three square meters.

Sorge stood under the wall, looking up at the small ventilation window near the roof, and under his seemingly calm face, he was already getting more and more anxious.

Sorge didn't expect that before his intelligence work in Huhai could be carried out, he suddenly fell into the hands of a group of well-equipped and skilled mysterious people.

Judging from the skin color and appearance of these people, they should be Chinese, to be exact, agents of the Nationalist Government.

What Sorge couldn't figure out was why the agents of the Nationalist Government suddenly came to arrest him? What is the purpose?

He was first secretly detained in Shanghai, and then transferred to an unknown island by boat not long after. Counting the time, as of today, it has been a full eight months and 27 days since he fell into the hands of the enemy.

Although he was interrogated seven times during this period, the other party seemed to have some scruples and never used heavy torture to interrogate him to extract a confession. This undoubtedly gave Sorge a glimmer of life in his despair.

Perhaps, it was his German identity that made this group of people dare not poison him for the time being.

But why do these people suspect that he was a spy for the USSR? And not German spies? What went wrong? Even the Dongying people did not doubt his identity, so how could the Chinese Nationalist Government suspect that he was serving the Soviet Union?

The gang who captured him were apparently very professional, they didn't give him any chance to escape, and they didn't even let him stay in the sun for too long when the wind was out. As a result, Sorge has not been able to calculate his specific latitude and longitude from sunlight and light.

The cell, and the walls of the entire basement, were all cast from some kind of solid black alloy, and the men who held him must have had considerable financial resources. You know, even the great Soviets wouldn't have the luxury of building dungeons out of alloy!

Who will they be? What exactly do they want from him?

Just as Sorge's mind became more and more disturbed the more he thought about it, there was a "click" sound, and the iron door of the cell was opened from the outside.

The two men who came in with black hoods on their heads that only showed their eyes, nose and mouth, knew that it was time for him to be arraigned again. I don't know if these people are still as patient as they used to be.

With all kinds of nervous speculation, Sorge was carried by the two masked men to the interrogation room where he had been three times.

When Sorge saw the young man sitting behind the interrogation table and the middle-aged man standing behind the young man, Rao couldn't help but ask in a broken voice at this time, "Are you Cheng Gong?" King Cheng Gong of Donghui? ”

"Hehe, Mr. Sorge, you guessed it, but unfortunately there is no reward." Cheng Gong had an unfathomable smile on his face, and his right hand pointed to the shackled interrogation iron horse opposite, and smiled indifferently: "Please take a seat, Mr. Richard Sorge." Hehe, don't admit it, since this king is going to see you today, of course he has a clear understanding of your details. ”

Sorge suppressed the horror in his heart, stared deeply at the young Donghui King in front of him, and then slowly sat down in the interrogation chair.

A masked man was just about to shackle Sorge, but Cheng Gong waved his hand at the right time and said, "No need, no one in this world can play small moves in front of this king." Stand down, all of you! ”

The two masked men silently saluted Cheng Gong and turned out of the interrogation room.

"Mr. Sorge, in order to ensure that your Ramza team can continue to function during your disappearance, this king has issued instructions on your behalf to Broncko Vorcaic, Max Clausen, Yutoku Miyagi, Hidemi Ozaki, and others to be on standby."

Cheng Gong didn't say a name, Sorge's face would change, and when Cheng Gong said Ozaki Xiu, Sorge couldn't hold his breath anymore and shouted loudly: "This is impossible!" How do you possibly know our contact details and ciphers? That's impossible! You don't want to use this method to blackmail! ”

"Wake up, Mr. Sorge, in the face of Donghui's high technology, there is no password in this world!" Cheng Gong said with a smile: "Richard Sorge, born on October 4, 1895, in the town of Akikhand, near the Baku oil field in the former Russian Caucasus, his father Adolf Sorge was a German oil drilling equipment expert, working for the Swedish Nobel Brothers Company, and his mother Nina Simenova Kobeleva, an ordinary Russian woman.

When you were three years old, your father's contract with the Caucasus Oil Company expired, and the family moved to Germany, settling in the suburbs of Berlin. In 1912 you entered the Hitfeld School in Berlin, and two years later at the outbreak of the First World War, you were drafted into the German artillery field unit. In March 1916, you were mortally wounded while fighting on the Western Front, and a shrapnel severed three of your fingers and left your feet mildly disabled. ”

Looking at the look of disbelief in Sorge's eyes, Cheng Gong continued proudly: "Although you have been awarded the Iron Cross of the Second Class and promoted to corporal, your mind has fallen into a state of extreme confusion. While you were wounded and hospitalized, you interacted with a beautiful nurse and, under the influence of her father, began to come into contact with the Communist Manifesto, Das Kapital and other communist classics. ”

"The ...... of the cake seller How is this possible? How can you find out that I was in a state of confusion at the time? That's impossible...... It couldn't be ......."

Cheng Gong ignored Zold's muttering in his eyes, walked out from behind the interrogation table, took out a cigarette and lit one, smoked one first, and then walked up to Zorgen and stuffed the cigarette in his mouth, followed himself to light another one, and said with a mysterious smile while spitting smoke: "In the eyes of this king, nothing in this world is impossible."

In October of the same year, after you were discharged from the hospital, you studied economics at the University of Berlin, where you secretly came into contact with socialist organizations, and in January 1918 you officially retired and transferred to the University of Kiel to study and join the German Independent Social Democratic Party. In August 1919, you received a doctorate in political science from the University of Hamburg and joined the Communist Party of Germany as a secret KD communist.

In 1924, at the Seventh Congress of the KPD, you attended the meeting as an official delegate and were responsible for the security of the conference. Because your political views conflicted with those of the German rulers, you were wanted by the government and fled to Moscow to join the Comintern. In the same year, you settled in Moscow with your wife and daughter, became a Soviet citizen and a member of the CPSU, and worked in the press service of the Comintern.

In February 1927, you were stationed in Scandnaya as a Comintern commissioner, gathering information on the communist parties, the economy, politics, and all other major issues that could arise in the Scandinavian countries. In July, you attended the Sixth World Congress of the Communist International.

Soon you came into the sight of Berzin, the head of the intelligence department of the Soviet Red Army, and began to undergo various rigorous special agent training. In 1929, you joined the 4th Directorate of the General Headquarters of the Soviet Red Army, where you were mainly responsible for military intelligence, which is your current official job. Mr. Richard Sorge, I'm not wrong, am I? ”

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