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Chapter 1334 Heavy Snow

Western Hebei.

In the dense forest at the junction of Fuping County and Laiyuan County, a leopard cat nimbly jumped down from a tree. After taking two steps forward, it suddenly pricked up its ears and looked around vigilantly.

Buzz buzz buzz~~A Japanese reconnaissance plane flew quickly in the air.

The ocelot looked up at the huge monster and let out a scream, then rushed into a bush in panic, and then fled into the distance at an even faster speed.

After a few minutes, the bushes shook twice, and Zuo Chong and Wu Chunyang came out of the bushes. The birds that were resting on the branches flapped their wings and leaped high into the sky.

"Co-pilot, the Japanese plane has left."

"Hurry up and start construction."

As Zuo Zhong and Wu Chunyang were talking, countless figures appeared in the seemingly deserted forest. These people were wearing patched coarse cotton-padded clothes, and there were old and young, men and women.

They worked together to carry away the rootless trees, picked up wooden shovels, pushed out the millstones, and started working in full swing.

Looking down from the air, in just a blink of an eye, the originally lush forest miraculously disappeared, and was replaced by two long runways.

"Deputy Director Zuo, it is estimated that it will take another five days for the airport to be put into use."

In the crowd, Mr. Du, the head of the Northern Branch of the Ministry of Social Affairs, was introducing the progress of the project to Zuo Zhong. Both of them had fatigue written all over their faces, without a trace of image at all. It would not be an exaggeration to say that they looked shabby and dusty.

Zuo Zhong took the towel Wu Chunyang handed over and wiped his face, then said dissatisfiedly: "Mr. Du, I believe in the grassroots organizational capabilities of your underground party, so I invited you to join the action.

As a result, it took you so long to build a small field airport, but you still haven't been able to do so. I have to doubt your party's ability and sincerity in this matter."

Mr. Du did not rush to answer. Instead, he pointed to the airport and its ancillary facilities covering tens of thousands of square meters and asked Zuo Chong a question.

"Deputy Director Zuo, if you were to build a 1000-meter main runway, a secondary runway, ten hidden hangars with shelters, a deep-buried oil depot, a command center with radio and meteorological equipment, and dozens of earthen shelters, how long would it take?"

Zuo Zhong naturally knew that with the Communist Party’s organizational and mobilization capabilities, if the construction relied entirely on manpower, by the time the airport was completed, the war of resistance would be almost over.

Historically, in order to accommodate the deployment of B29 bombers, the Nationalist government completed the construction of four large airports in just four months. It sounds fast, but it was achieved with the hard work of 4 civilian workers.

Zuo Chong thought about it in his mind, but he didn't show any expression on his face. He didn't answer Mr. Du's question and put on an attitude of being stubborn.

He didn't mean to make things difficult for the other party. Now they were staying in the underground party's territory, and there was no telling how many spies were around them, so they had to correct their political stance.

Seeing that Zuo Zhong did not reply, Mr. Du emphasized, "The Americans require that there should be no protrusions on the runway surface. This requires using a large stone roller to roll the runway at least ten times. During this time, we also have to avoid Japanese detection. The villagers have done their best!"

Both the Military Control Commission and the underground party underestimated the difficulty of building the airport. The project, which was supposed to take half a month, was delayed to almost a month.

There is no way. Engineering construction is not a joke. Americans are very rigid in this regard and would rather pay more money than make do with it.

“Ahem.” Zuo Zhong coughed twice and said shamelessly, “Okay, I made a mistake. Anyway, the airport must be completed as soon as possible, and the operation will officially begin in seven days.”

Mr. Du was still holding on to the mistakes of the Kuomintang government. He walked silently to the large earth pit at the end of the runway, looking at the soft oil tank in the pit with a slightly heavy look in his eyes.

Everyone says that Americans have advanced technology. This time they have finally seen it. This rubber oil bag, which is only one meter square when folded, can hold hundreds of liters of fuel when unfolded. This is really unheard of.

Zuo Chong followed Mr. Du to the oil depot. Seeing the other party's emotional look, he sighed slightly.

"I heard that it is made of oil-resistant, waterproof and high-strength synthetic rubber-coated fabric. Not only can it be used for a long time in various weather conditions, it is also easy to transport and deploy, and even small-caliber bullets cannot penetrate it."

After the army arrived at the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei base area, the Americans used night planes to airdrop a lot of good things, including rubber oil bags, fuel, radio stations, individual field rations, and even chocolate.

This saturated logistical supply made the Kuomintang government and the underground party realize what it meant to be wealthy and powerful. In this regard, the gap between the Republic of China and the United States was despairing.

Mr. Du turned around slowly, his face regaining confidence: "Deputy Director Zuo, no matter how good others' things are, they are still others'. We must face up to the gap and catch up with it."

Zuo Chong dusted himself off and did not comment on Mr. Du's words, but a complex emotion arose in his heart, and he thought of future China.

What is the spirit of life-saving optimism? This is the spirit of life-saving optimism. If it were the people in Shancheng, they would have died long ago.

The two were silent for a while, and Mr. Du walked into the middle of the workers. He pulled the huge stone mill together with the people, bending over and lowering his head. His steps were difficult but extremely firm.

According to the plot of the film and television drama, Zuo Zhong should be deeply moved at this time, and then pull the stone mill as well, but Zuo Zhong did not do so. Everyone has their own role and position, and Zuo Zhong's task is to play the role of a dog spy, so he waved to Wu Chunyang and began to enjoy afternoon tea in the contemptuous eyes of everyone.

Five days later, Harbin Puppet Police Department.

Gao Bin stood in front of the map of Harbin with his arms folded, recalling recent events in his mind. He always felt that something was not right. The methods used by the Military Control Commission this time were too low-level.

It is normal for the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, or even the underground party, to recruit gangs to cause sabotage, but the Military Bureau of Investigation and Statistics should not just act in this way.

Zuo Zhong's style has always been to promote the overall situation from the details. What overall situation can a group of bandits influence? At most, they can destroy some buildings and kill a few people.

So, could all this be a trick by Zuo Zhong? Gao Bin couldn't help but think, what exactly is the Military Control Commission trying to cover up by doing these things?

"Section Chief."

A man knocked on the door and walked into the office, reporting to Gao Bin: "According to reliable information, a suspicious person appeared in the Harbin-Chengdu section of the North Manchuria Railway."

"North Manchuria Railway?"

Gao Bin repeated it, looking at the railway line on the map that runs from Manchuria in the west to Suifenhe in the east, and asked, "How many suspicious people are there and where they appear?"

The visitor pointed somewhere between Suifenhe and Harbin and said briefly, "Three men, riding horses, they look like gangsters."

This answer made Gao Bin frown. After many rounds of encirclement and suppression, the gangs around Harbin were basically wiped out. Only the gang that attacked the gold transport convoy was still nowhere to be seen. Could it be that the other party was going to move again?

"Go and check if there are any important trains passing through the North Manchuria Railway recently." Gao Bin made arrangements immediately.

Soon, a top-secret intelligence was delivered to the Secret Service Department through the Japanese Harbin Secret Service, which showed that a gold train would pass through Harbin in the near future.

Gao Bin immediately convened the main leaders of the Special Agent Department and held a secret meeting regarding this information. At the beginning of the meeting, he first reported the basic situation of the train.

The train's starting station is Jiamusi and its terminal is Xinjing. The train entered Harbin at 1 a.m. two days later and left at 9 a.m.

There were 350 kilograms of gold on the car, which was the half-year output of several gold mines around Jiamusi. The Japanese headquarters planned to use this batch of gold to purchase submarine technology from Germany.

After introducing the general situation, Gao Bin, who was sitting at the head of the conference table, said, "Let's discuss it. Is the ultimate goal of the gang or the mastermind behind it this golden train?"

The traitors who attended the meeting discussed in low voices for a while, and then unanimously agreed that no matter who the mastermind behind the gang was, they would not let go of the golden train.

Because in addition to the economic value of gold itself, stealing gold can also disrupt the military trade between Japan and Germany, which contains huge political and military value.

If it was really the Military Control Commission who was instigating the gang, there was a high chance that the gold train would be hijacked. Perhaps the Military Control Commission agents were already preparing for action.

Gao Bin himself also agreed with this conclusion. Since he knew that the gang might attack the train, it was easy to deal with it.

That night, an elite team composed of traitors and Japanese military police secretly set out for Jiamusi. Gao Bin and some leaders of the Special Service Department accompanied them. They would protect the gold in the car.

As long as the gangs dare to hijack a car, they will be attacked by machine guns and bayonets. The Kwantung Army Headquarters hopes that this incident will completely eliminate the bandits who dare to cause trouble.

Before leaving, Gao Bin also issued an order, requiring a re-examination of the files of staff members of important agencies in the suburbs of Harbin.

Unlike last time, this time the screening is no longer the responsibility of a single person, but a cross-screening, that is, each file is reviewed by two people to minimize human influence.

At this point, Gao Bin still had a trick up his sleeve, fearing that the golden train was also a smokescreen released by the Military Control Commission.

Judging from a professional perspective alone, this person is indeed a rare intelligence talent. It's a pity that he has talent but no morals, and has wasted his abilities.

On the train to Jiamusi, Section Chief Zhou was talking to his companions with a smile on his face. When he saw Gao Bin, who was resting with his eyes closed, his eyes paused for a moment, then quickly looked away.

The contest between the two of them has just begun, but the contest between the Special Service Department and the Military Control Commission has unfolded silently. Both sides are now at the same starting line, and it is still uncertain who will win or lose.

If the Secret Service Department finds Su Qiwen first, the Military Intelligence Bureau will suffer a major setback. Otherwise, the puppet Manchukuo and the Japanese will suffer a major setback.

On the evening before the operation, when the traitors were checking the files day and night, Gui Youguang pulled the bolt and loaded the submachine gun in his hand neatly.

He looked at the operatives and gangs lined up in front of him, said nothing, turned around and walked into the snow.

The last heavy snow in Northeast China came unexpectedly. Flying in such weather is tantamount to seeking death, but Gui Youguang believes that man can conquer nature!