On the day when Zuozhong reached the border area, half an hour after Dai Chunfeng received the mysterious telegram, He Yijun received an inside phone call.

In the room opposite the office of the Deputy Director of the Military Intelligence Bureau, He Yijun, dressed in military uniform, stood in front of the desk and put the microphone in his hand to his ear.

"Secretary He, Shen finally reached the bandit's nest today. Not only was it unscathed, but he also criticized the rebels on the grounds that they were so pleased, so pleased! Hahaha."

Dai Chunfeng's voice was on the phone, his tone was very relaxed, and he sounded good. He was so proud that his disciple was so unwilling to give face to the underground party. He also made contributions to the meeting.

"Thank you for your advice."

After hearing this, He Yijun's face burst into a bright smile and replied happily. After hanging up the phone, he couldn't help but turn red eyes.

The military commander escorted the condolence team missing in the northwest, and the leader was probably Deputy Director Zuo. This incident was widely circulated among middle and upper-level spies, and all kinds of rumors were heard.

Some people applauded, such as Li Qiwu, who had always been incompatible with Zuo Chong, wished to celebrate.

Some people were anxious, just like He Yijun, Gu Qi and others. They knew that this was not a rumor, and the deputy director did lead a team to accompany the condolence group to the northwest.

When everyone thought of the unclear life and death of the deputy captain, they felt like they were on pins and needles. If it weren't for the discipline, they would have been on the way to the northwest long ago.

Now that he received the news about Zuo Chong's safety, He Yijun finally let go of his heart, but a question followed.

In order to receive the telegram from the escort team in time, she put the radio station in the office and turned on the computer for 24 hours, keeping her guard without leaving any news.

So, how did Dai Chunfeng know about this?

Could it be that the escort team changed the contact frequency and used the backup frequency to send a message to the telecommunications office?

He Yijun calmed down and thoughtful. After a while, she walked out of the office and went to the telecommunications office to find a female radio operator and called the other party out.

The two of them whispered in the corridor and discussed some fashionable objects in the mountain city for a while. Finally, they made an appointment to go shopping together.

The female spy was naturally unable to please the secretary of the deputy director and responded without hesitation.

As the conversation was about to end, He Yijun mentioned it as if nothing had happened. If there was a telegram sent by the escort team, I hope the other party could notify her in time.

The female spy also heard the rumors in the bureau and knew what He Yijun was worried about. Thinking that this was not a confidential information, she immediately replied respectfully.

"Okay, Secretary He."

"Well, then please, you can do it first, I'll leave."

He Yijun said goodbye with a smile. When she turned around, her originally smiling expression disappeared instantly. The telecommunications office did not receive a message, but Director Dai could accurately grasp the whereabouts of the deputy director. There was only one explanation for this matter.

The deputy seat has eyeliner around!

She returned to the office calmly, took out the telegraph paper and the translator, thought about what she had written on the paper for a long time, and finally turned on the radio and put on the headphones and waited silently.

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northwest.

Zuo Chong and his group and the Eighth Route Army escort troops passed the pagoda and walked along the full dirt road for more than half an hour, and arrived outside the south gate of the border area station. At this time, a welcome team of thousands of people had gathered near the city.

Mr. Chen was unhappy when he saw this, which made him think of the welcome ceremony held by the Fructus Party at the airport when he got off the plane. He thought that the underground party would also do something that would cost the people and cause money.

But after getting close to the crowd, he realized that both the Eighth Route Army and the people were wearing patched clothes and cloth shoes. Everyone looked and looked extremely simple, and their smile came from the heart.

This is in sharp contrast to the well-dressed and smiling students in the mountain city. Obviously, the welcome in the border area is just a simple hospitality, not a show of pomp.

Mr. Chen felt much more relaxed. He and other members of the condolence group walked while bowing to the welcome crowd and waved to the people.

Since the itinerary for the condolences group was very short, the staff of the border communication department responsible for the welcome did not waste time, and they were soon invited to the welcome meeting site.

There were three or four thousand people attending the welcome meeting. Everyone sat on the ground, hundreds of people sitting in the front row, some were overseas Chinese students returning from Nanyang, and some were from the southeast coast. When they saw Mr. Chen and others, they were very happy to see relatives from afar.

Seeing so many fellow villagers, Mr. Chen excitedly delivered a speech in Minnan dialect, expressing the determination of overseas Chinese in Nanyang to support the motherland in the war of resistance and his expectations for victory.

As he was speaking, a commotion suddenly appeared behind the venue. Someone shouted underground party tour without attacking, and the order on the scene became chaotic in an instant.

Zuo Chong, who was located in the front of the crowd, immediately turned his head and stared at Xu Enzeng with a murderous gaze. Is this Wang Badan so brave? He is really not afraid of death!

The farce of complaining on the road was just a few days ago, and this happened again as soon as they arrived in the border area. If they angered the condolence group, they would all follow him and have to eat.

In fact, Xu Enzeng felt wronged. This matter was indeed his arrangement before departure, but after complaining from the road, he decided to stop the action.

Unexpectedly, there were attacks and ambushing along the way. He could not contact the outside world and had no time to issue orders.

Mr. Chen's face was as deep as water, and he became increasingly dissatisfied with the despicable behavior of the Fruit Party. Just as he was about to negotiate with Zuo Chong┴, a female overseas Chinese student in Nanyang raised her hand in the front row.

"Mr. Chen, it doesn't matter. This is a spy sent by Shancheng to make trouble. Mr. Zhang Ji came a while ago and also met him for his speech here."

As soon as he finished speaking, several soldiers from the Social Department took two troublemakers to the back, and the venue returned to normal order.

OK, Xu Enzeng is giving credit to his old subordinates and old friends, right?

Zuo Chong's nose was almost pissed. The deputy minister next to him smiled unchanged. He even asked someone to bring two tea jars. He enthusiastically said that Xu and the others were drinking tea, killing people to kill their hearts!

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The welcome meeting ended soon. The staff of the social media prepared a not-so-pleasant dinner, but the condolence group was very satisfied.

They don’t come to enjoy it when they return home. If they want to eat well and drink well, there is no need to risk their lives to come to the border area. Just stay in the mountain city. The government is very willing to spend money in this regard.

After dinner, the female overseas Chinese students in Nanyang who were accompanying the meal stood up one after another and said that they would rush back to the school more than ten miles away overnight to avoid missing class hours tomorrow morning.

Mr. Chen was a little worried and wanted to ask the social office to send someone to escort him. Unexpectedly, these female students smiled and said that the atmosphere at the station was very good, and there was no problem walking alone at night. They often did this and never happened.

In just one day, what the condolence group heard and saw in the border area made them deeply suspicious of some rumors they had heard in the past.

When the moon was on the top of the tree, the condolence group and the government were sent to the guesthouse in the border area, with the staff of the social office.

The so-called guesthouse is a few clean and tidy caves, even the bedding is old, but it is cleaned relatively clean, and it is completely incomparable to Minister Kong's Jialing Hotel.

After a short rest, Zuo Chong ordered the accompanying radio operator to set up an antenna and report in detail to the Shancheng headquarters for the trip and request the next instructions.

The sound of Didi's electric keys kept ringing, and the interference of the high-power radio station made the lights flicker. After several rounds of contact and translation, the well-trained radio operator sent two telegrams to him.

The first message was sent by Lao Dai. The other party asked the left to closely monitor the ideological trends of the condolence group to prevent the overseas Chinese from being degenerated. If necessary, people can be forced to be taken away from the border area.

Forced to take away?

How to bring it, do you use a headband?

The underground party is not a vegetarian, the cheap teacher is drinking too much, Zuo Chong cursed himself secretly, and turned to the second telegram.

This telegram was sent by He Yijun. It reported several important tasks and some greetings in it, but there was no sensitive content.

Zuo Zhong returned to the room with the telegram, carefully checked whether there was any monitoring equipment, and sat at the table, took out a password book from the space, and replaced some of the text in the telegram.

"The bureau chief learned about the safety of the condolences and the conflict on the spot in advance."

Looking at the lines of words on the paper, the left pupil shrank. Since the convoy was attacked, he cut off contact with the mountain city. Lao Dai knew that the condolence group had escaped, which could be understood as an underground party notification, but he scolded Officer Zhu...

Is it because I have Dai Chunfeng’s eyeliner around me?

Or is there Dai Chunfeng's eyeliner on the underground party?

Although Zuo Zhong is the deputy director of the Military Intelligence Bureau, this does not mean that he knows the information of all the hidden personnel. Unlike the underground party that attaches importance to organizational and personnel work, senior intelligence officials of the Gorge Party have moles in their hands, which no outsiders can know.

Dai Chunfeng has this kind of mole, and he has it. These people have no identities, no records, no files, and only rely on special codes to contact the contact.

He tapped his fingers on the table a few times, and left the telegram to ignite it in the ashtray, got up and walked to the entrance of the cave, his face was gloomy and gloomy.

The next morning.

The head of the Eighth Route Army and the Deputy Minister of the Social Affairs Department came together to accompany the condolence group to visit the Fourth Branch of the Anti-Japanese University. During this period, Mr. Chen noticed that the students saw that the two did not salute deliberately.

A student who played basketball also greeted the leader loudly and invited the other party to have a game. The leader immediately took off his coat and played ball with the students. The atmosphere was very warm.

Thinking of someone's style in the Huangshan official residence, Mr. Chen had more ideas and was more eager to hold talks with senior leaders in the border area.

So on the afternoon of the second day after arriving at the border area station, the condolence group, led by the border area staff, visited an ordinary cave area, and Zuo Chong and Xu Enzeng also accompanied him to "protect".

It took most of the day to go there, and it was not until late at night that everyone returned to the guesthouse. Wu Chunyang and Gui Youguang immediately surrounded him and asked if they had any gains on this trip.

Zuo Chong and Xu Enzeng were both silent. They returned to the room with a complicated expression. After returning, they lay on their own beds, recalling the conversation they heard outside the simple cave.

"On the issue of the relationship between the two parties, your party should make more concessions and seek unity through unity."

"Mr. Chen, we can only fight back against their attacks properly when we are forced to do so. If unity is sought, not only will unity be impossible, but the progressive forces will also be hit and destroyed."

"How does your party view the Fruit Party?"

"I have made merits and demerits, but if I lose the government, the united front will be unimaginable."

Such a sincere and objective attitude is compared with someone's various slanderous words about the underground party, and the two are judged immediately.

Even Xu Enzeng has to admit that in terms of personal charm and mind, someone is far inferior to the other person.

Left Chong put his hands behind his head, and he was excited. If he could see that person, he would not return to this era in vain. It’s a pity that he couldn’t write more, otherwise the book would be gone.

As he thought about it, a buzzing sound came from outside the house, and the sound became louder and louder. The next moment, Gui Youguang rushed into the house, pulling him out, and shouting to the outside.

"Everyone, there will be air strikes!"
Chapter completed!