Chapter 756: Take people's advice and eat your fill

Jiang Yiyang came out.

She was worried that Li Jingzhi's words were not clear.

She explained thoroughly in a few words.

'Catching this main station will enable us to decipher all other messages.'

'All?'

'So far, we have intercepted a total of 2,114 related messages...'

'That many?'

Zhang Yong was a little surprised. More than 20 per day for 97 days?

The frequency of transmission definitely belongs to the Japanese invaders. The Red Party definitely doesn't have that many radios.

The Red Party's radios are so precious that they can't be used to send intelligence like how much rice costs per catty. Anyone who did that would definitely be scolded as a prodigal son.

'Team Leader Jiang, where is this main station roughly located?'

'Jingling, or Shanghai.'

'Can't you pinpoint where exactly?'

'No.'

'What about the other radio stations?'

'They're scattered all over the country.'

'Whereabouts?'

'All over the country. Including major cities like Hankou, Changsha, Guangzhou, Nanchang, Kunming, etc.'

'How many in total?'

'Thirty-seven confirmed.'

'That's not right. You said earlier that two copies were sent out every day. What's 37 times two?'

'Some of the stations may have sent out copies every other day.'

'Oh...'

Zhang Yong nodded thoughtfully.

Thirty-seven radio stations. Not surprised. A very normal number. I even feel that it's a bit on the low side.

The Japanese spies could not have just 37 radio stations in China. They should only be a part of it. It was specifically used to collect daily intelligence from various cities.

Note that it is daily intelligence. Not top secret intelligence. What the Japanese invaders needed to know was the basic situation in major cities.

Then by combining this information, they could get a general idea of the situation in China. Simple statistics in later generations.

But!

It must be admitted that the Japanese invaders are very patient.

They did their work very carefully. Even the Nationalist government probably did not have such statistics.

There is a huge difference in awareness after all.

China is an agricultural country. It is not sensitive to various economic data. Not many people understand statistics.

In contrast, the Japanese invaders are a semi-industrial country. There has been considerable progress in various technologies. This is true in the fields of mathematics and economics. By observing the changes in the data, the overall situation of China can be inferred. Then different response strategies can be formulated accordingly.

This is a very bad sign.

Even if you're not a time traveller, you know that the Japanese invaders are up to something big.

They've been working hard to collect data since 97 days ago. Of course, they're preparing for a full-scale invasion of China.

After a year of gathering information, they should be almost ready.

Coincidentally, a year later, the Japanese invasion of China also began.

Historical records show that there were also a large number of Japanese spies disguised as ordinary people, mapping the whole of China. The maps they drew were even more accurate than those drawn by the Chinese themselves. As a result, if Li Yunlong and the others captured the Japanese spies' maps, they would treasure them.

They are scheming...

They are ambitious...

'Let's see, it may be a bit difficult to capture the main station directly. But if I capture one of the substations, I will send it to you immediately.'

'Thank you!'

'Every night at 7pm, and at 12 noon. Right?'

'Yes.'

'I'll remember that.'

Zhang Yong nodded. Then he took his leave.

With other people around, he didn't dare do anything to Li Jingzhi. She, too, had been looking serious.

It felt like the Telecommunications Section was the life of a monk. Everyone looked like a nun.

Sigh...

If only I could meet a Lin E. She was beautiful and had great skills...

Back.

Found that Li Boqi was already at work.

His office was at the end of the corridor on the second floor. He was a section chief.

The station masters in the regions were on the same level as the section chiefs at headquarters.

Zhang Yong felt that Li Boqi must have other things to do when he came back. He could not just be a figurehead. But Li Boqi didn't say anything, so Zhang Yong didn't ask.

He followed Li Boqi around. Wherever Li Boqi went, Zhang Yong followed.

He was prepared to take the abuse. He didn't care.

This tactic of his is called 'sticking like glue' and Li Boqi definitely can't resist it.

Sure enough, after being followed all the way, Li Boqi was also convinced. He had to say, 'You've got nothing to do?'

'Yes. But I don't want to do it,' Zhang Yong answered bluntly.

'I don't want to do it either,' Li Boqi snapped, "but can I not do it?'

'You can't. I can," Zhang Yong was unruffled.

'Then go do whatever you want. Don't follow me. I have a secret mission.'

'Can I do it for you?'

'No. I need to kill a few people myself.'

'Oh. Then be careful.'

'You go to the Military Senate. It's a rare trip. Clean up the loose ends.'

'Okay,'

Zhang Yong agreed.

He thought to himself, who is Li Boqi going to kill? And kill them himself?

He had never seen Li Boqi kill anyone before, and the old man must be looking for an excuse to get rid of him.

However, he did need to go to the Military Senate.

Tang Shengming had mentioned it the last time they met, asking him to go to the Military Senate again when he had time.

The matter of catching the traitor had not been completely resolved.

The traitor hiding in the Military Senate had not yet been completely uncovered.

And the leak of the Songhu Battle's operational plan this time may also have been done by a certain traitor. If we don't catch him, sooner or later something will go wrong.

The problem is...

He came here by plane alone. He didn't bring his subordinates.

Investigate alone?

Unless he wants to die.

At least bring a small team when you go out to investigate.

Otherwise...

There will be no place to bury the body.

'I don't have anyone,' he hurriedly called out to Li Boqi, 'You give me some people.'

'Everyone is at Yang Shanfu's place,' Li Boqi said without looking back, "Go to the training base and find him. Call him in advance.'

'Got it," Zhang Yong answered listlessly. He watched Li Boqi walk further and further away.

He wondered in secret. This guy was in such a hurry, is he really going to kill someone? It's strange, who is he going to kill?

Who exactly is it that has a deep grudge against Li Boqi and needs him to do it himself?

Suddenly, he remembered Yan Guangkun. He wondered what had happened to this hidden Red. It seemed that everyone was deliberately avoiding the subject.

Was Yan Guangkun still in the hands of the Japanese?

What had the underground party there done with him?

He thought about it. He couldn't come up with an answer. In the end, he decided to call Yang Shanfang. He asked him to get him some men.

He looked for the phone. He called the training base. He asked for Yang Shanfang.

Soon, Yang Shanfang answered the phone. He said with a smile, 'Shaolong, long time no see. I thought you had forgotten about us!'

'How could that be?' Zhang Yong immediately replied, 'Where is Yang Zhi? Where is he?'

'He went to Guangzhou with the department head.'

'I just flew from Shanghai to Jinling, and I don't have anyone with me. Can you arrange some people for me on short notice?'

'Sure! The department head already gave his advance word. You can have three squads. Full complement. Fifty people. If it's convenient for you, come over here and pick the people.'

'Oh, thank you then. I'll go over there now.'

'Come on. I'll wait for you.'

'I'll be right there!'

Zhang Yong hung up the phone happily.

Did the department chief say hello in advance?

It seems that the other party really wants to mend fences. I don't want to see all the money go into someone else's pocket.

Zhang Yong is not good at anything else, but he is superb at making money.

If the secret service department falls out with him, he will give all the money he makes to the empty fundraising department, so that the secret service department won't get a single penny.

I guess the Chief of the Secret Service is under a lot of pressure. Hehe.

The beloved Boy Wonder, you're pushing yourself away? Naturally, others would be happy to take you.

Now, I guess the Chief of the Secret Service feels that things can't continue like this, so he takes the initiative to improve relations. He transfers Li Boqi back and reassigns people to Zhang Yong.

Haha...

This is called using gentleness to overcome strength.

Suddenly, a bunch of weapon symbols appear at the edge of the map.

Zhang Yong brakes urgently.

What's going on? Is someone ambushing me?

Draw my gun.

Be on guard.

Damn, I don't feel safe without my men.

I cautiously scan the area.

I don't see anyone sneaking up on me.

I keep a close watch. I notice something strange again. There are weapons symbols. But there's no one there.

In other words, they're abandoned.

I confirm that there's no danger and restart the car, slowly approaching.

I notice that the weapons symbols are all concentrated in a compound. But there's no one in the compound.

Strange...

Who hid the weapons and ammunition?

No one wants them?

If no one wants them, they'll be mine!

When I have time, I'll dig them all up.

I'll remember the general location.

Continue driving to the training base. Just as I get close, I see a yellow dot.

Keep getting closer. Another yellow dot.

And another...

Huh?

Five? That many?

It looks like they're all inside the training base?

Amazing, could Yang Shanfang be the Creeper?

He was secretly surprised.

He looked more closely.

Unfortunately, Yang Shanfu was not a creeper.

If that was the case, could it be that Yan Guangkun was the creeper? He really couldn't think of anyone else.

Of course, it was also possible that the creeper did not exist at all. It was a decoy planted by the Chief. Anyone who believed it would fall for it.

Entering the training base.

Arriving at the office area. Parking the car. Getting out of the car.

Yang Shanfu was already waiting here.

'Director Yang,' Zhang Yong stood at attention, saluted, and lowered his posture.

Although he was also a team leader, he was a junior. In front of his seniors, he must definitely keep a low profile.

Unnecessary high-profile behaviour would only bring trouble.

Yang Shanfang was very cooperative when it came to selecting people. He was very friendly.

'Everyone has gathered.'

'Thank you!'

'They were all transferred from police academies all over the place. They are all young men.'

'Did the police headquarters agree to release the men?'

'To be honest, this is the last batch. In the future, we won't be able to continue to recruit police academy graduates. Li Shizhen won't give them to us. In the future, we'll have to organise our own training courses.'

'Oh? When will the training courses start?'

'In July. The Chief decided to organise a training course here. We'll recruit students ourselves. Let's start with 300 people and see how it goes.'

'Good. I agree. The Chief is wise.'

Zhang Yong nodded. The last sentence was actually deliberately said to others.

Naturally, others will pass it on to the department head. The department head will understand that there is no longer any gap between him and himself. We have put aside our past differences and will continue our relationship...

'You still have a lot of work to do! The expenses of running a training course are not small...'

'I understand. I will work hard. I have just seized more than one million yuan in legal tender and handed it over to the Songhu Garrison Command.'

'Legal tender? So much?'

'Yes. Someone brought out five million yuan in legal tender, I don't know if they were trying to bribe someone, I only managed to seize a third of it.'

'Shaolong, you are truly a lucky person!'

'Luck, luck.'

Zhang Yong deliberately acted humble. In fact, he was secretly pleased with himself.

These words were actually also meant for the department head. The meaning was, don't suppress me, I will work hard to help you make money.

If you continue to suppress me, I will hand over all the spoils to someone else.

It's all good stuff, you don't want it, someone else will.

I've only captured one-third of the 5 million francs. Do you want the other two-thirds?

'Come, choose someone.'

'Okay.'

Zhang Yong followed Yang Shanfu onto the podium.

He had been up there before. So, he wasn't stage-frightened. Instead, he was a little excited.

He could look openly at the five yellow dots to see who they really were.

At that moment, they were already yellow dots. This meant that they were all rising stars of the underground party.

They were all seeds.

If they are seeds, they will sprout. And then nurture more seeds.

A single spark can start a prairie fire.

In the future, more yellow dots will appear around them.

Perhaps, in a few years, the situation within the military intelligence will be full of undercover agents, and they will have forged it themselves.

From now on, there are still nine years until the victory of the War of Resistance. If each of them develops one each year, there will be 45. If each of them develops two each year...

That's good. Very promising.

Now, should I bring them all under my command? Can I provide them with some convenience?

I can recruit three small teams, about 50 people. If I take all five of them, it shouldn't be too conspicuous.

Since the underground party has placed them here, they must hope that they can enter the secret service. Even if they start from the most basic field work. In ten years, they should be able to reach the ranks of major and lieutenant colonel.

At this time, there was no Qingpu class yet. The Qingpu class was only established in 1938. It is now 1936. Their seniority is even older than Yu Zesheng. At the Shanghai Station, the underground party has already placed three people, and they should also have similar seniority.

Okay, prepare for the future.

Observing the five people silently. They are all very ordinary young men.

None of them are particularly handsome. And none of them stand out. However, the name of one of them aroused Zhang Yong's interest.

Lin Nansheng?

The name was familiar. But it seemed wrong.

Okay. Maybe it was a parallel world history, and there was a slight intersection. And then it was forcibly corrected.

You can be Lin Nansheng. But you can't be Lin Nansheng. Otherwise, there will be a conflict.

Okay, remember this Lin Nansheng. Very ordinary person.

Zhang Yong came down from the podium.

He began to select people.

This time, there were only 120 candidates assembled. Basically, it was two out of one.

'You, step forward!'

'You, step forward!'

Zhang Yong picks people one by one.

Lin Nansheng is the fifth one. He steps forward calmly.

The other four are also called out by Zhang Yong, mixed in with the ordinary people.

He briefly learns about each person's specialties.

Some are good at fighting.

Some are good at assassination.

Some are good at marksmanship.

Others are good at Japanese. Or other foreign languages.

However, in general, the level is not high. Because there is no targeted training.

The Chief of Station probably realised that the police academy students alone could not meet the needs of the Special Branch. So they had to organise their own training courses to ensure that the students were professionally qualified.

The police academy doesn't teach a lot of torture techniques. They're bloody and cruel. And there are all sorts of disguise and counter-disguise techniques, for which the police academy doesn't have any professional teachers. If you teach these skills to ordinary police officers, they won't be able to use them. Only the Special Branch needs these skills.

'Lin Nansheng!'

'Here.'

'I want you to spar with someone.'

'Yes.'

Lin Nansheng agreed.

Zhang Yong pointed to another yellow dot. It was Huang Chu's.

'You come!'

'Yes!'

Huang Chu stepped forward.

Zhang Yong pondered thoughtfully.

Judging from the expressions on their faces, neither of them knew that the other was an undercover.

Judging from them, they should be from different lines. There was no horizontal connection between them.

Their identities are top secrets. It is impossible for people on other lines to know. Even on their own side of the line, there should be very few people who know.

There may only be one. At most, two.

After all, they are undercover. The more people who know their identities, the more dangerous it is.

After many undercover agents sacrificed themselves for their uplines, they lost contact with the organisation, which is due to the single-line contact.

Many uplines, in order to cover for the undercover agents, will also decisively and actively sacrifice themselves when in danger. So as not to reveal the undercover agents.

After all, torture is a terrible thing. No one can say for sure that they can withstand it.

Very good. That's good.

You two don't know that the other is an undercover agent, so attack each other.

No. Compete with each other. Slowly, they will stand out.

'Hoo hoo!'

'Puff puff!'

Huang Chu and Lin Nansheng started fighting.

Zhang Yong watched with relish. These two guys are not weak in martial arts.

It should be said that their own conditions are still quite outstanding. However, compared to Chen Hai and Zhao Hai and the rest of the bald guys, they are obviously still a bit off. Those bald guys practice martial arts. Compared to the veterans like Qin Lishan, they may also be a bit lacking. The veterans have all been through the trenches of battle. They are very experienced.

'Stop!'

Zhang Yong raised his hand.

That's about it. Just understand the basic level.

Then arrange the next group.

All of them are practising against each other in pairs. There is a basic understanding.

It was already evening when all 50 people had finished sparring with each other. As usual, Zhang Yong paid for a meal for everyone.

'Shaolong...' Yang Shanfu whispered.

'Say the name,' Zhang Yong understood, 'and arrange for someone to come over.'

'This time it's not someone...'

'What is it?'

'I heard that you captured a lot of weapons and ammunition?'

'Yes!'

'Can you secretly allocate some to us? None of us have enough weapons and ammunition for training.'

'Not now. But after dinner.'

'What?'

'After dinner, you take a few people and go out with me.'

'Okay.'

Yang Shanfang was overjoyed.

He had listened to good advice and had a good meal.

He was worried and didn't know how to solve the problem. Li Boqi had hinted that he should talk to Zhang Yong. You see, there was hope right away.

After dinner, Zhang Yong took Yang Shanfang out.

He also brought Lin Nansheng and Huang Chu. There were also twelve other team members. But the other three underground party members were not among them.

Lin Nansheng and Huang Chu were also ordinary team members. The squad leader was called Lu Keming. He was very dark. Very thin. Likes to smoke. A young man, but a heavy smoker. But he is very energetic. On him, it is not possible to tell for the time being that smoking is harmful to health.

Yang Shanshe's men carry guns. But those police academy students are unarmed. They have no weapons. Zhang Yong takes care of all the weapons, ammunition and funding himself. It's the usual arrangement. Zhang Yong doesn't mind. It's better to take care of things yourself.

'Where are you going?'

'Follow me!'

Zhang Yong waves his hand.

Just now, halfway through the road, he noticed a lot of weapons signs and said he would come and dig when he had time. Unexpectedly, Yang Shanshe wants them now.

That's good, because his new team members also need weapons and ammunition. It's all coming together.

Whose compound is that? Who cares!

As long as it's not registered with the Ministry of Military and Political Affairs, it's all illegal. And as long as it's illegal, it's all his!

Quick march. Arrived at the destination.

'Here...'

Yang Shanfu looks around in confusion.

Where does it look like there are weapons and ammunition?

'Inside.'

Zhang Yong leads the way.

Found the location of the first weapon sign.

This is a big compound. It's the size of several football pitches.

The outskirts are the outskirts after all. Land is worthless here. It's a bit run-down. But the ancestors must have been rich.

Dig!

"Boom!'

The shovel hits a wooden board.

Keep digging. A wooden box is pulled out of the mud.

'Boom!'

The box is prised open.

Everyone's eyes light up except Zhang Yong's.

It's full of Ma Si Huan rifles!

Brand new!

All wrapped in tarpaulin!

The oil from the guns is still on them!