Chapter 618: Natasha

What is Takatoshi Akagi doing here?

This guy followed me to Tianjinwei before, and now he's here in Hangzhou?

And Kurimoto Aoi. Is he here to scout out the area?

Based on the basic principle that there are absolutely no coincidences in espionage work, Zhang Yong assumed that the situation was more serious.

These two guys are definitely planning something.

How do I get involved?

"Captain Zhang!'

'Captain Zhang!'

Liang Wenxiu suddenly called out to him.

Oh, I was distracted.

Nod. To indicate that he has come back to the present.

Liang Wenxiu: ...

This bastard. Dare you be more perfunctory.

No wonder everyone says you're a money-grubber. I said there's treasure, and you're not even tempted?

Do I have to bring the treasure to you before you believe me?

Hmph, there's no such thing as a free lunch!

If you Zhang Yong want this treasure, you have to fight for it yourself!

If...

Hey, if something unexpected happens in the process, it's not our business! It's your own greed. You're the one who's going to get yourself killed...

'Lieutenant Liang. I'm sleepy,' Zhang Yong yawned.

'It's still early,' how could Liang Wenshou agree when he saw that Zhang Yong wasn't biting?

'Sorry. I'm not interested.' Zhang Yong simply shook his hand and walked away, "A spring night is worth a thousand in gold. I'm going to sleep.'

'You..." Liang Wenxiu was speechless.

It was the middle of winter, what spring night? You have to be more convincing. This is outrageous.

I really can't understand it. This guy actually didn't take the bait?

Treasure! You're not even tempted?

'Trying to trick me? Haha,' Zhang Yong sneered inwardly.

This Xuan Tiewu is so stingy.

He wants to trap himself, but he's not willing to invest.

He's using a nonexistent treasure as bait. Does he take me, Zhang Yong, for an idiot?

What treasure. I'm not interested. You guys can look for it yourselves. When you find it, I'll figure something out. Haha.

'Guo Qiyun!'

'Present!'

'Show the guest out!'

'Yes!'

Guo Qiyun came to Liang Wenxiu's side.

It was a bit awkward. His face was stiff. He had to ask Liang Wenxiu to leave. But...

They had been together before.

Liang Wenxiu: ...

This bastard Zhang Yong, he specializes in embarrassing him.

But there was nothing he could do to complain. It could only be said that he had only himself to blame.

It was Xuan Tiewu's idea. He told Guo Qiyun to listen to Zhang Yong. So would Guo Qiyun listen or not? If he didn't, Zhang Yong would definitely make Guo Qiyun stand outside and guard the door.

If he did, then sooner or later Guo Qiyun would become Zhang Yong's man. It would be like giving him to Zhang Yong for nothing.

This Guo Qiyun is quite skilled.

Even Liang Wenxiu wouldn't part with him. I don't know what Xuan Tiewu really means.

It's getting harder and harder to figure out the boss's mind.

However, since it's Xuan Tiewu's order, he will faithfully execute it.

So he stood up and said, 'I will go by myself.'

'No need to see me off,' Zhang Yong added from behind.

Then he immediately went back to make the call.

This matter must be reported to Mao Renfeng immediately.

Anything involving Xuan Tiegu, even the smallest thing, must be reported immediately.

It should have been reported to the Director. But the phone couldn't reach Tianjin. So it had to be reported to Mao Renfeng. It was enough to have him file the report.

'Dudu...'

'Hello...'

After the phone rang three times, Mao Renfeng answered promptly.

This king of the rolls is methodical in everything he does. It seems that there is a standard for every action. Answering the phone is no different.

'Section Chief, it's me. Zhang Yong.'

'So it's you, Shaolong. What's up?'

'Just now, Xuan Tiewu sent someone...'

Zhang Yong told him everything. He didn't hide anything.

Of course he wouldn't hold back on such a sensitive matter. Xuan Tiewu hadn't given him a bunch of gold bars...

'A treasure trove?'

'Yes.'

'It's a complete fabrication. He tricked you.'

'Sure enough.'

'Do you know what Commander Xuan is nicknamed?'

'No.'

'A miser. A penny pincher.'

'Hm...'

'Have you seen his soldiers?'

'The company brought by Guo Qiyun, I saw it. The soldiers of the security team also saw some of it.'

'Don't you think that those soldiers of the security team are dressed almost like beggars?'

'It seems to be the case...'

Zhang Yong agreed.

Indeed, the soldiers of the security team he saw at the train station were in a very bad condition.

Those who were pulled out to perform their duties were just window dressing. As for those who were not pulled out and were holed up in the barracks, it was hard to describe in words.

'The commander-in-chief Xuan has pocketed all the military expenses. He doesn't even want to replace the uniforms.'

'I see.'

'He must have an ulterior motive in sending Guo Qiyun here.'

'Then I...'

'Don't worry. They'll be assigned dangerous missions. Since this is Commander Xuan's territory, of course he'll use his own people.'

'I understand.'

'Is there anything else?'

'No. Thank you, Chief.'

'Okay.'

Mao Renfeng hung up the phone.

Zhang Yong contemplated for a moment, then silently put the receiver back on the hook.

Damn it, this power struggle.

Both he and Guo Qiyun had become victims of it.

Guo Qiyun was a little worse off than himself.

However, Zhang Yong still couldn't figure out what Guo Qiyun had done to offend Xuan Tiewu.

Could it be that he and Guo Qiyun were on better terms than he and Xuan Tiewu? So Xuan Tiewu was jealous?

Commander Xuan really was too narrow-minded.

'What are you daydreaming about?'

'Like a goose,'

Yang Lichu said, coming up from the side.

She had just been to see Li Jingqian. The two of them had chatted for a while.

She was actually very bored, as she was staying alone in the hotel. She wanted to find someone to talk to.

Unfortunately, Li Jingqian was still not feeling well after her injury. She got tired after a while.

'It's a man's thing.'

'Are you free?'

'Yes!'

'Then come with me to Jieqiao Airport. The radio is here.'

'So soon?'

'Chen Shanben delivered it. He was speeding.'

'Oh...'

Zhang Yong nodded. Then he became very curious.

Is there such a thing as speeding in flying a plane? Isn't the maximum speed of a plane fixed?

Oh, it seems that there is a cruising speed and a maximum speed for a plane. Generally, the cruising speed is used for normal flights. It is also called the economy speed. It is the most fuel-efficient. Unless you are entering a battlefield or on an urgent mission, you will accelerate. In that case, fuel consumption will increase a lot.

One of the huge costs of flying is fuel.

For a super resource-rich country like the United States, fuel is of course no problem. There are oil fields everywhere.

The Soviet Union also seemed to have no problem. It was also a super resource-rich country. There was plenty of oil.

Other countries had problems. These included Germany, Japan, the UK and so on. Japan in particular was short of oil. This affected the entire strategic decision-making process.

China need not be mentioned. It relies entirely on imports.

All aviation fuel has to be transported from across the ocean. Naturally, the cost is high.

Therefore, when purchasing an aircraft, one also has to consider the fuel consumption issue. The above is hoping for good performance and low fuel consumption.

It would be best if it didn't burn fuel. Hehe.

Obviously, this is a contradiction. There is no solution.

Those fighter jets with good performance all have relatively high fuel consumption.

For example, the P-38 Double-Body Demon that killed Yamamoto Isoroku had two engines and was definitely a fuel guzzler.

Later models such as the P-51 Mustang were extremely fast. The engines burned fuel like crazy, so to speak. You could say that the speed was driven by fuel consumption.

The Germans' jet fighters and the like needless to say had even higher fuel consumption. None of them were fuel-efficient.

'Will I be punished?' Zhang Yong thought for a moment and asked curiously.

'You will be criticised,' Yang Lichu answered very seriously, 'and you may have to write an inspection.'

'You have to write an inspection these days?'

'Yes.'

'Ah...'

Zhang Yong suddenly felt that he should forget it.

Don't learn to fly a plane. He was most afraid of writing inspections. Especially when the leader said that it should be at least 3,000 words.

That would be the end.

3,000 words would take him a month.

Damn it...

'What did you just say? What do you mean, these days?'

'What's wrong?'

'No. Sometimes it feels like you're talking in riddles.'

'Really?'

Zhang Yong pretended to be dumb.

Is that so strange? No way. I don't feel that at all.

From my perspective, what's wrong with these days? It's really excessive! You have to write a check for speeding.

'How many words is it supposed to be?'

'500 words or more. The understanding must be profound.'

'That's okay. 500 words.'

Zhang Yong let out a sigh of relief. This was doable.

He reckoned he could write it in a few days. He just needed to copy and paste all the empty words and empty phrases he knew.

If it was 3,000 words, then he was screwed. There were just not enough empty words and phrases to fill up 3,000 words!

The group set off.

It was nighttime, so they took two separate teams.

It wasn't far from the Huaqiao Hotel to the Jiaqiao Airport. It was probably only about 3 kilometres as the crow flies. The city wasn't very big back then.

As we got closer to Kaiqiao Airport, a red dot appeared on the edge of the map.

It was the grocery store owner.

This guy hid really deep, and he didn't get exposed for so long.

Neither Jiang Guohu (Naoto Ishioka) nor Araki Sougei ever mentioned the grocery store owner.

From this, it can be inferred that he should be a separate thread.

His task should be to keep an eye on Kaiqiao Airport.

The Japanese spies had a clear division of labour.

Those in charge of money were in charge of money.

Those in charge of subversion were in charge of subversion.

Those in charge of sabotage were in charge of sabotage.

There should be a group of Japanese spies focusing on the airport and keeping an eye on the Chinese Air Force.

Enter the airport.

Someone is already waiting.

Three radio operators. All of them are girls. Quite young.

One of them is actually a Soviet girl. Very tall. Very fair skin. Pretty too.

What can I say? If they were outside, Zhang Yong would probably have thought she was a beautiful White Russian. He had met them before. He never expected her to be Natasha.

He was a little puzzled. The Nationalist Air Force's communication system actually had Soviet involvement?

Could it be that the code system used was Soviet?

'Natasha!'

'Yang!'

Yang Lichu greeted the other person.

Zhang Yong's mouth opened slightly. He was indeed a little surprised.

No way? Could it be that the other person's name is really Natasha? By the way, could you think of another name?

While they were talking, Yang Lichu brought Natasha over.

Pointing at Zhang Yong, she said, 'This is Zhang Yong, Director Zhang. He is mainly responsible for the Third Intelligence Department.'

'Hello, Director Zhang,' Natasha's Chinese was very stiff.

She spoke each word with great effort.

It was as if she was cracking a walnut.

'Hello,'

Zhang Yong responded politely.

So the other person speaks Chinese. That's easy.

If it had been English, he might have been able to manage. Russian, however, was really not his thing.

No Japanese.

No French.

No German.

Not Italian...

Alas, as a time traveller, he really was a failure! He didn't have any skills.

'Radio...'

'There is a radio.'

'Let's go!'

'Yes!'

Natasha was a super-dedicated girl.

It felt like she took her work very seriously. She spent all her time working.

In her, Zhang Yong could glimpse the enthusiasm of the Soviets at that time.

It was really very fervent. A fervour for work, for construction. And a beautiful yearning for the future.

This passion for work alone was enough to support them decades later, becoming the second strongest country on earth. Occasionally, they could wrestle with the Beautiful Country. At one point, they even gained the upper hand. It was indeed unwise for the Führer to provoke such a group of people so recklessly.

However, this kind of fanaticism can sometimes backfire...

I digress.

Take Natasha back to the Huaqiao Hotel.

Take out all three radios that were previously seized. Hand them to her. Even if they are handed in.

Classify the top floor of the hotel as a key area for surveillance. Place the radios here. The radio operator can only move around on the top floor. Life is the same. Food is arranged to be delivered by our own people. No outsiders. To ensure safety.

During the preparations, Zhang Yong was briefly informed that there were a total of 28 codes for the entire communication system. There were five additional backup codes. In addition, Natasha herself had control of three special code systems.

His head immediately began to spin.

He thought of Li Jingzhi. Could she adapt?

There were dozens of codes alone. It felt like anyone with an IQ below 130 would have trouble!

'Zhang Yong!' Natasha suddenly said.

'Go on,' Zhang Yong said, turning to look at her.

'If I am captured by the enemy. Or about to be captured. You must shoot me.'

'Understood.'

'No. You should answer: I will definitely do it. I will never let you fall into the hands of the enemy alive.'

'Understood. Comrade Natasha, if you are captured, or about to be captured, I will definitely shoot you, or order my subordinates to shoot you. I will never let you fall into the hands of the enemy alive. Please believe me, I will definitely do it.'

'Very good!'

Natasha was satisfied.

Then she continued to work busily.

Zhang Yong: ...

I don't know what to say.

Is this, is this the fate of a radio operator?

From the moment they become radio operators, is this their destiny?

I guess so...

The secrets they hold must never fall into the hands of the enemy.

When there is real danger, they either kill themselves. Or they are killed by their own people. In any case, they must never be captured by the enemy.

Never!

Never!

I'll say it three times.

I'm reminded of Windtalkers. The protagonist in it seems to hesitate.

In fact, the movie is too sensational.

The reality is just like Natasha.

Either you commit suicide decisively, or your comrades-in-arms shoot you decisively.

No one will hesitate.

This is the battlefield. Death is the best end.

Otherwise, if you fall into the hands of the enemy alive, it will be worse than death. That kind of result is the most tragic.

If that day really comes, he won't hesitate either.

No. Never.

He reminded himself again and again.