"What are you doing in the Second War Zone!"

"Such a big team, if you say nothing, you will be gone! A waste!"

"Hurry up and ask them to find it for me. If you can't find it, Dai will never end with them!"

At the headquarters of Luojiawan, Shancheng Military Control Commission, Dai Chunfeng stood at the desk and scolded loudly, his chest was fluctuating violently, and various documents and office supplies were spread all over the floor.

A few minutes ago, the Second War Zone and the Border Region sent a message to the Guofu, and the Nanyang Condolences and the convoy of the Guofu entourage were attacked 30 kilometers north of Hancheng.

Dozens of corpses were left at the scene of the attack. The Political Training Department of the War Zone urgently dispatched personnel who had seen the condolence team to Hancheng to confirm that the corpses had nothing to do with the condolence team.

Later, after identification by the Hancheng Party Committee, it was found that all the deceased were members of the Party Committee, more than 20 people, including the director, died, and no one was alive.

As for the condolence group and its entourage, they are gone.

The local garrison has launched a large-scale search, but because the sky is too dark and the visibility is very low, no clues have been found yet.

Witnesses also proved that the murderer of the attacking convoy was wearing a northwestern military uniform, and the border government refuted this and denied it was related to the attack.

Dai Chunfeng looked at the telegram on the table, and his face looked even more sinister under the dim light of the desk lamp, and his eyes were full of regret.

I shouldn’t have let Shen Zhong lead the team to the northwest!

In case something happens to the other party, the intelligence work of the Military Control Commission will be paralyzed for at least one year or even longer.

Some advanced eyeliners have no files at all. The contact information and communication passwords are all in the other party's mind, and now it's all over.

Not to mention official matters for the time being, just starting from personal emotions, Dai Chunfeng cannot accept losing this proud disciple.

Since the 22nd year of the Republic of China, Yu Yin has been his best assistant and the closest junior.

Who is ruthless without plants? After so many years of interactions, I suddenly heard that Zuo Chong was attacked and disappeared. Even if he was as cold as Dai Chunfeng, he would inevitably feel sad.

After gasping for a while, and enduring the about to explode, Lao Dai raised his head and looked at the secretary Li Wei and asked gloomyly.

"Have the telecommunications office contacted the radio station of the condolences group?"

"No, the other party did not answer."

Li Wei stood straight, lowered his head and replied in a low voice, his trouser legs shaking slightly, so scared that he didn't even dare to exhale.

After following Dai Chunfeng for many years, this was the first time he saw the director lose his composure so much. Obviously, the position of Deputy Director Zuo in the other party's mind is more important than imagined.

"Then keep calling, don't stop until the contact is in progress."

Hearing Li Wei's answer, Dai Chunfeng replied in a deep voice, but his originally anxious mood was much less.

The condolence group and Zuo Chong and his group were not there, but the Hancheng Party Committee members died, which was likely Zuo Chong's plan to escape.

After getting out, it is normal to keep radio silent in order to hide your whereabouts.

The Military Commission’s operation manual clearly requires that when encountering extreme danger, it is important to preserve oneself and allow the liaison to be cut off.

Dai Chunfeng walked to the window and looked at the deep night and was speechless for a long time. He felt a little hesitant. Is this really a matter done by the underground party?

If it is true, do you want to wake up...

Thinking of this, a little entanglement appeared on his face, but it was fleeting. Then he returned to the table and picked up the microphone firmly.

Jin Province, Daning County.

Under Xu Enzeng's leadership, the man with the words "Eighth Route" sewn on his armband saluted Zuo Chong, told him his identity and asked two questions.

"I am Cui Hongyong, the instructor of the Second Detachment of the Jinnan Guerrillas of the Underground Party, please ask about your position and the purpose of going to our base."

While speaking, Cui Hong looked at the National Government team in front of him with vigilance, and the shell gun in his hand did not even release the hammer.

Other guerrilla members did not show up from beginning to end and remained hidden in the darkness.

Seeing this, Zuo Chong was dissatisfied and carried out guerrilla warfare in the Japanese-occupied area. Even his unfamiliar people could not fully believe it, let alone they were people from the government.

If this instructor Cui was an old underground party in the southwest period, he would have become more party-oriented when he saw them not firing shots.

The "good things" that the Fructus Party did in the southwest were even worse than those done by the Japanese in Jinling. When the 6th Division of the Japanese came, they would be reluctant to give in.

These thoughts flashed through the left center. He walked to Cui Hongyong with great strides, bowed his hand and smiled with a smile on his face.

"Hello, Instructor Cui, my brother is dismissed from his surname Xu. He was imprisoned by Shangguan Caipei and served as the team leader in the attendant's room. This time he accompanied the Nanyang condolence team to inspect the border area.

I didn't expect to encounter an attack halfway and almost wiped out the entire army. In order to get rid of the pursuers, we could only enter the Japanese territory and circle around. Look, this is my ID."

After introducing the situation, he handed over a fake certificate from the servant room, swept his eyes over the other person's face, and began to quickly remember.

Remember that every stranger you have met is the basic skill of intelligence personnel and may be able to save your life at any time.

During the negotiations between Zuo Chong and Cui Hongyong, Gui Youguang and several tall special operations team members stood apart, sealing the shooting boundary in all directions, ready to use their bodies to block bullets at any time.

The remaining military-controlled spies, like the guerrillas, were still lying on the ground and kept their weapons on fire.

From the time someone betrayed and separated from his life to before the war between China and Japan, the Fructus and the underground party fought to the death, lacking enough trust between each other, so both sides left a hand.

Cui Hongyong took the ID, opened it and put it under the torch, looked carefully in the light of the fire and returned the ID, and said.

"Team Leader Xu, right? Cui has little knowledge and can't tell whether the certificate is authentic or not. I can indeed take you to the border area, but!"

His tone suddenly sank, and under everyone's gaze, he slowly raised his voice and issued a serious warning.

"Along the way, you must follow me closely and not inquire everywhere. After you arrive in the border area, your superiors will verify your identities."

As soon as these words were spoken, Xu Enzeng, Mr. Chen and others were all relieved and finally could go to the border area.

Especially Xu Enzeng, at this moment, he was extremely looking forward to seeing the large army of dissidents. Compared with the Japanese, he was still an underground party "approachable".

"No problem, everything follows Chief Cui's instructions."

Zuo Chong also responded with a smile, his voice full of official voice, and his expression of smiling but not smiling, was full of bureaucratic aura.

However, outside Cui Hong's eyes, he gestured to Gui Youguang and ordered everyone to get up, but continued to be alert to prevent sneak attacks.

Then, the spies helped the members of the condolence group to get up from the ground, and the extinguished torches were lit again.

This is the sincerity given by Zuo Chong. Now it depends on how Cui Hongyong deals with it.

If the guerrillas still treat the condolence group with an attitude towards the enemy, the condolence group may have a bad impression of the border areas.

Cui Hong hesitated for a moment, put his hand in his mouth and whistled. Someone immediately replied with a whistle in the distance. It seemed that it was some kind of contact code.

After a few minutes, a loud footsteps slowly approached the convoy, and it sounded quite a few people.

"Instructor, is it okay."

Soon, a man with a national face came over and asked nervously, aiming the shell gun in his hand at Zuo Chong and the spies intentionally or unintentionally.

Another group of people followed the other party, with a population of less than fifty, both tall and low, and different ages. This is probably the Second Detachment of the Southern Jin Guerrillas.

Among them are old men with gray hair, children whose heads are not as tall as the wheels of a carriage, and women with physical disabilities.

What kind of team is this?

Seeing this, the condolence group and the spies couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and they couldn't believe their eyes.

To put it inappropriately, in the eyes of everyone, the so-called Second Detachment of the Southern Jin Guerrillas does not look like an army, but rather a group of beggars.

Because the clothes on the people came were all kinds of, a few were wearing military uniforms of the Northwest, Guojun, Japanese, and Jinsui Army, and more were wearing tattered cotton jackets.

Some people don’t even have shoes, barefoot or straw sandals, and walk onto the ground covered with sharp gravel.

You should know that although it is July now, the temperature at night in the northwest is still very low, and the spies feel cold in cloth shoes, let alone barefoot.

It is unimaginable how it would feel to walk in the snow in winter in such simple clothes.

The guerrillas were not only ragged, but their weapons were also hard to describe. They were like museums, spanning decades.

The Belarusian water pearls, the German 1888 committee rifle, the Japanese gold hook, the old sleeves of the previous dynasty, and homemade muskets, red tassels, and big swords.

It was such an informal army that had no supplies and no logistics support to fight the Japanese who were armed to the teeth for more than two years.

Seeing all this, Mr. Chen's eyes slowly wet, then suddenly turned around and questioned Zuo Chong in a deep voice, with an extremely sad and angry tone.

"Team leader Xu, overseas Chinese are frugal and ruining their families to help them. The money they have transferred is more than 100 million, but where is the money used!"

Zuo Chong was speechless, yes, where did the money be used?

Are they those luxuriously decorated private villas in Shancheng?

Or are the banquets with bright lights and wine?

Or are the accounts that are more valuable in overseas banks?

Everyone knew this, but they pretended not to know anything. While trying to put money in their pockets, they shouted various slogans.

After a long silence, Zuo Chong looked at Mr. Chen with a expressionless face and said in a lukewarm voice.

"Don't worry, after returning to the mountain city, I will report to the commission. I will investigate the officials who have failed to do their jobs and will definitely give you a satisfactory reply."

With so many Fructus spies beside him, he can only answer this way, otherwise he would have a bad position and would have killed someone.

Mr. Chen didn't know his difficulties, so he immediately laughed in anger, pointed at the guerrillas standing there like a javelin, and let out a roar.

"It's not to satisfy me! It's to satisfy them!"

"ha."

Just then, an inappropriate sneer came from the crowd, very harsh in the quiet night.

Everyone looked at the sound, and saw Xu Enzeng looking at the guerrillas with disdain and whispering a rustic bun.

"It's outrageous! You!"

"Okay, Mr. Chen, don't be impatient."

Zuo Chong stopped the angry Mr. Chen, looked at Xu Enzeng who had already retracted his head, and turned around and said to Cui Hongyong who was watching the show.

"Chief Cui, it's making you laugh. It's getting late. Why don't we cross the river first?"

"Okay, but we are not called the commander. Team Leader Xu, you can call me Lao Cui or Comrade Cui, let's go, I'll lead the way."

Cui Hongyong first corrected Zuo Chong's name, then walked in front, Zuo Chong smiled and said nothing, and followed closely with a condolence group.
Chapter completed!