At this time, Xia Deyan was in the bedroom and did not fall asleep at all. His only job over the past period of time was to wait for the shadow to appear. For his safety, Fang Boyi no longer arranged any other tasks for him.

Qingshi Tea Village has completely become a contact station exclusive to Shadow, because every message from Shadow is an important information that determines life and death, so it is never an exaggeration to do so.

But for some reason, since the last time the news exposed by the municipal party committee was passed, Shadow has not transmitted information for three months. Xia Deyan couldn't help but worry about Shadow. Is it because of the failure of the operation that the Central Party Investigation Office conducted a rigorous screening operation. Shadow had an accident, was arrested or sacrificed? He did not know Shadow's true identity and had no way to inquire, so he could only wait here.

Xia Deyan saw the changes in Nanjing. The situation was getting worse and worse. Japanese plane bombings were becoming more and more frequent, and more and more people were killed or injured.

The residents around him were leaving Nanjing one after another, and many refugees appeared on the streets again. This small bluestone tea house had long been unable to operate, so he could only insist on not evacuating.

He was also extremely anxious. According to his estimates, the refugee wave would soon form, and under the influence, he might not be able to persevere until the end. At that time, the only connection with the shadow would be broken. Such a comrade who was active in the heart of the enemy would become a kite with broken strings and would never be found again.

Xia Deyan hasn't had a stable sleep these days. Just as he was thinking in his mind, the familiar knock on the door sounded again in his ears, and he sat up in an instant.

"Da, dada, dada, dada!" Xia Deyan was sure that he heard it correctly. The knocking sound came from the back door of his home, which was very rhythmic. This was the shadow's habit of knocking on the door.

Xia Deyan suddenly felt ecstatic, and the shadow sent another message, indicating that he had no accidents during this period and avoided internal identification, but he didn't know what would happen this time.

Various thoughts flashed through Xia Deyan's mind, but his body did not delay at all. At the same time, he quickly got up and got out of bed, and arrived at the back door as fast as possible.

As usual, when he opened the door, a small box appeared outside the door. He possessed himself and picked up the box, walked out the door and looked around the darkness. This time, Xia Deyan urgently wanted to communicate with Shadow because he could not guarantee whether the Bluestone Tea House could be retained when Shadow contacted the next time.

But the situation was still the same as before. He could not find any trace in the dark night. After a while, he had to return to the house helplessly and close the door.

The power had already been out of stock at home. He took out a kerosene lamp, polished the matches, lit the wicks, and put the glass lampshade in it. The room suddenly became bright.

Put the small box on the table and open it gently. Just like the previous few times, the box is filled with brand new banknotes, which is the highest-replacement pound. So much is definitely not a small amount.

But Xia Deyan didn't care about this. He turned his eyes to the top white paper. He quickly picked up the white paper and watched it carefully under the light of the kerosene lamp.

"Comrade Farmer, this is my last contact with you in Nanjing. The battle situation is not optimistic and the current situation will deteriorate quickly. You and the organization will make arrangements early to evacuate Nanjing as soon as possible. In the future, I will contact you when needed, without worrying about losing contact."

"film!"

The signature is still the same big, flowing font!

Xia Deyan looked at this passage and couldn't help but feel surprised. Shadow had no information on the information transmission this time, but the meaning between the lines was very clear. Shadow must have left Nanjing for some reason and could not contact him anymore.

Shadow is an agent of the Central Party Investigation Office. It is probably because of the mission or the department evacuated early. In short, his mission in Nanjing has been completed.

But what he meant by saying that there is no need to worry about losing contact? Is he confident that he can find himself at any time? You must know that even Xia Deyan himself cannot determine his whereabouts in the future, but where does the shadow have confidence?

All this is a mystery, just like the shadow itself is a mystery!

Ning Zhiheng watched Xia Deyan take away the box in the dark, and then turned around and left. He was not sure whether he could contact him again in the future. He hoped that he would meet again!

Because the battle situation was tense, the second group of personnel in the organization had to set off the next day. Ning Zhiheng handed the suitcase in his hand to Zuo Rou and said carefully: "Keep this box for me. If you can't come back, burn all the calligraphy and paintings inside. You can keep the money for yourself!"

Zuo Rou looked at the young man in front of her and could no longer suppress the tears in her eyes. She stepped forward and threw herself into Ning Zhiheng's arms, like a helpless child, without saying a word, and sobbing silently.

Ning Zhiheng stretched out his hand, hesitated on her shoulder for a moment, but finally held her in his arms and quietly said nothing. The future was bleak and life and death were unpredictable. He didn't know how to persuade her, nor could he give her any promises. After a long time, the two separated.

The gathering whistle sounded on the school ground, Ning Zhiheng patted Zuo Rou on the shoulder and said softly: "Take good care for yourself!"

Then he pushed open the door and walked out. The subordinates outside the door were waiting for him to appear. Ning Zhiheng took the lead, and all the officers followed him closely.

On the colonel, the officers and soldiers were arranged neatly, and the seats and others did not say anything. They just waved their hands and took a few confidants to the car.

Among the supplementary personnel this time, Ning Zhiheng had the highest position. He took a step forward, turned around and looked at the familiar faces in front of him, and ordered loudly: "Go!"

All the personnel boarded the military vehicle neatly and orderly. Ning Zhiheng looked up at his office window. Zuo Rou's figure came into his eyes. The two of them looked at each other again. Ning Zhiheng resolutely turned around and stepped onto the military vehicle.

Ning Zhiheng, who had always been self-supporting and able to control the life and death of others and his own destiny, couldn't help but be confused about the future. He didn't know what was waiting for him ahead? Is it a muddy road or even a cliff? Or a bright and smooth road?

Ye Zhiwu and he were sitting in a military vehicle, looking at Ning Zhiheng and said softly: "Zhiheng, this is your first time on the battlefield. No one can explain the things on the battlefield. Don't think too much. The more you think, the more you fear it. It depends on whether God will reward this bowl of rice."

Before Ye Zhiwu entered the Military Intelligence Investigation Office, he was a fighting man in the army. He just followed Zhao Ziliang and then joined the Military Information Office as an agent. He was not unfamiliar with the battlefield and had no sense of fear.

He knew that Ning Zhiheng had just graduated from the Whampoa Military Academy less than a year. Although he knew that he was firm in his heart and had always been famous for his ruthlessness, this was different from going to the real battlefield. He was truly in that specific environment, under the cover of bullets, no newcomer could be calm and composed. This required a stage of adaptation. The difference was that everyone's adaptability was different.

Ning Zhiheng smiled slightly, but looked outside the window without answering. Ye Zhiwu understood that these newcomers who were just on the battlefield would inevitably feel fluctuating in their hearts, so I won’t say more.

The army was moving very quickly, and the army was moving intermittently along the way, but they were walking. The soldiers' uniforms were ragged and thin, and they were wearing straw sandals on their feet, with single quilts and straw mats on their backs, and some were wearing hats on their heads, and some didn't even have military caps.

The marching queue was no longer like that. There were also many mules, horses and carts pulling military supplies, and even big pots for cooking and cooking. Several older sergeants sat on them, with thick gray soil and deep wrinkles on their dark cheeks.

The entire army stretched for several kilometers, and it looked like a group of beggars, with long spears hanging on their backs and hanging on their backs, hanging randomly, like sticks for beggars!

"Which unit is this?" The other officers looked at the sergeants in the military vehicles and couldn't help but talk.

"You still need to ask, this is the Sichuan Army, either the 134th Division or the 26th Division. This is the first force. When I got here from Sichuan, I don't know how long it took me to go there. I just went up and broke up the Japanese!"

"What kind of equipment is this? It's Zhongzheng and Hanyang. What kind of gun is this? Why is it so complicated?"

"I have never seen the world! This is called the 79th rifle. It is made by myself, so I can only shoot one shot. It is usually the gun used by bandits. Now it is the Sichuan Army is using it!"

"Does such troops fight?"

Everyone couldn't help but talk. At this time, Ning Zhiheng snorted coldly, and the officers around him sat down quietly and did not dare to speak again.

Ning Zhiheng looked at the officers with a cold look and whispered: "With such a simple weapon on the battlefield, I am using my flesh and blood to fight for my own lives. Isn't it worth respect? Keep your mouth shut, and you may not be able to compare with them when you go to the battlefield!"

Everyone was shocked and knew that the future of these Sichuan soldiers would be even more dangerous, and they were silent.

Ning Zhiheng looked at the Sichuan Army soldiers marching on both sides of the military vehicle and unconsciously raised his sincere respect.

Since the beginning of the War of Resistance Against Japan, at the critical moment when the national crisis was in danger, the Sichuan Army, far away from the war, volunteered to leave Sichuan to fight against the war. These miscellaneous armies with low equipment and training, used their loyalty to the nation, their blood and life to show the iron-for-heartedness of the Sichuan people to the Chinese people and realize their true value as soldiers!

Even in the entire history of the War of Resistance Against Japan, there were defeats and escapes, but there were no surrenders, the local army showed the tenacity of combat and the tragic sacrifice, which was enough to go down in history.

In the eight years of the War of Resistance Against Japan, nearly half of the country's military resources were borne, and the total number of recruitment exceeded 3.5 million, which was almost the limit of recruiting young and middle-aged people.
Chapter completed!