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Chapter 1338 Aftermath (2)

The moment the sixth plane crashed into the tree, Wu Chunyang rushed out with a carbon dioxide fire extinguisher①, which was one of the equipment dropped by the Americans and was specifically used to extinguish fires in electrical equipment.

Officers and soldiers from the nearby Jin-Cha-Ji base area also rushed forward and put out the fire using asbestos cloth, sand and other tools, as taught by the Americans.

Once an airplane is damaged, it is easy to catch fire. What is more dangerous is that the combustion value of aviation fuel is much higher than that of ordinary fuel. Once it burns, it is difficult to extinguish. The fire must be put out before it spreads, otherwise the aircraft and the pilot on it will be burned to ashes.

Fortunately, the pilot desperately pulled the joystick and released the brakes before hitting the tree, and the plane narrowly avoided the tree, with only the wings slightly scratched twice by branches.

The sudden decrease in speed caused the aircraft tires to rub violently against the ground, leaving a black mark. At the same time, the pilot hit the front windshield heavily, with a bloody forehead.

"Quick! Save people!"

According to the division of labor, while the firefighters were cooling down the aircraft, the paramedics immediately lifted the pilot out of the cabin.

No one noticed that the pilot, who was supposed to be "unconscious", grabbed the hand of an officer at the base and squeezed it hard. The officer was slightly stunned and ran to the first aid station carrying the pilot.

Zuo Chong looked at the situation here, with a flash of suspicion in his eyes. The plane seemed to be fine just now, so how did it hit the tree?

Before he could ask, Colonel Gao, who was the first to land, came over and explained that the sandy ground was too uneven and the plane could easily deviate from the runway.

Zuo Zhong was somewhat skeptical and asked the other party to go and see if the plane could take off again. Colonel Gao shook his head after seeing it, and it was obvious that the plane would remain in the underground party's territory.

At this time, a man walked up to Mr. Du and whispered something. Mr. Du kept his expression unchanged and ordered them to hurry up and refuel.

Five intact Zero fighters were pushed to the vicinity of the fuel tanks, and hundreds of gallons of high-grade fuel were added to the aircraft's fuel tanks through manual refueling pumps and oil pipes. The fuel tanks, which were almost empty, slowly became full. This process lasted for more than ten minutes.

During this period, Colonel Gao and the remaining four pilots were not idle. They cooperated with the ground crew who came from the mountain city to inspect the aircraft body and important components.

As for the damaged plane, the underground party sent people into the woods. Mr. Du did not mention what happened to it afterwards, and Zuo Chong did not ask.

Dozens of minutes later, five planes took off one after another, crossed the Taihang Mountains and flew westward. They would bypass Lanzhou and head to Chengdu. The US Navy pilots had been waiting in Chengdu for a long time.

After watching the last plane take off, Mr. Du gave an order and the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei military and civilians began to restore the airport's camouflage, and the injured pilot was also carried away.

"Wait." Zuo Zhong suddenly spoke up, smiling, "Mr. Du, why don't you let him go with me? After all, the medical conditions in Shancheng are much better than yours."

"No need, we are guests." Mr. Du waved his hand and said sincerely, "Since the guest is injured, as the host, we can't just ignore it."

The two chatted casually, but Wu Chunyang heard something. It seemed that the pilot had crashed into the tree on purpose. He was moved but did not say anything.

That night, at the base's guesthouse, Zuo Zhong walked into the room, and Wu Chunyang, who was following behind him, asked the question that he had been holding back all day.

"Co-pilot, is the injured pilot an underground member?"

Zuo Zhong picked up the tea bowl and said unhappily, "You're still asking even though you know this. These red-headed guys are really powerful. They even have people in the Third Flight Team."

Wu Chunyang frowned. If this was true, the Military Control Commission must re-evaluate the extent of the underground party's infiltration into Manchukuo.

After a while, he asked again: "Co-pilot, you asked Su Qiwen to give the Japanese advice so that they can get close to the new aircraft, but if the Japanese ignore this matter, will the plan fail?"

The room fell into silence, with only the crackling sound of the oil lamp on the table. Zuo Chong took a sip of tea, slowly put down the tea bowl, and gave Wu Chunyang a serious lesson.

"Chun Yang, I told you that you should be prepared for both or more situations. If something is uncertain, make it certain."

Wu Chunyang seemed to understand and asked tentatively: "Are you saying that the Japanese general who allowed Su Qiwen to approach the plane is our mole?"

"No." Zuo Zhong stretched out his fingers and shook them left and right, and said with a smile: "He just took the money to do the job. Two hundred thousand dollars is enough for a general with outstanding achievements to give up his principles. Remember, most people in this world can be bought with money."

Wu Chunyang's eyes widened. Two hundred thousand US dollars was not a small amount of money. No wonder that Japanese general betrayed the damn Tianhuang. It was really that the vice-chairman gave him too much.

"Okay, is there anything else you want to ask?" Zuo Zhong lit a cigarette and exhaled a puff of smoke.

After thinking about it, Wu Chunyang asked about the retreat arrangements for the Northeast operation personnel. It was obvious that if the plane was lost, the Japanese would definitely hunt down Gui Youguang and others frantically.

Zuo Zhong pointed at the wall, stood up and motioned for him to follow. The two of them pushed the door and came into the yard, chatting in a low voice in the middle of the yard.

In a basement separated by a wall, Mr. Du put down his monitoring headphones with a look of regret on his face, and ordered someone to save the previous records.

Intelligence struggles are everywhere. There is no distinction between noble and nobly. Intelligence wars are sometimes about human relationships and the ways of the world. One needs to pretend to be ignorant while knowing the truth. We are all actors on the stage and must cooperate with each other to complete the play.

Five days after the incident at Wanggang Airport.

Gao Bin returned to Harbin in disgrace because the pursuit was meaningless. The Central Daily News in the mountain city published a photo of five neatly arranged planes.

A reporter from the Central Daily News claimed that, inspired by the interests of the party, the country and the nation, all members of the Third Flying Squadron of the Puppet Manchukuo suddenly repented and chose to revolt by flying their planes.

After this incident, the National Government and its American allies obtained Japan's latest fighter jets. As the saying goes, knowing yourself and your enemy, you can fight a hundred battles without danger. The Kuomintang army will certainly be able to turn the situation around and win quickly in subsequent battles.

The thing that the Japanese least wanted to see happened. Jiro Horikoshi, the designer of the Zero fighter, was ordered to lead the team to improve the Zero fighter immediately, trying to reduce the adverse effects of the stolen fighter. Such a big thing happened, and someone had to be held responsible. The heads of the Manchukuo Air Force and the Police Department were dismissed, and traitors such as Gao Bin from the Special Agent Department were also punished.

After a few days, the incident gradually subsided, but the puppet Manchukuo border was still heavily guarded, especially the land routes to Red Russia and the interior, where inspections were particularly strict. Only the sea routes were slightly lax.

It was because the Republic of China had no access to the sea and the Yangtze River was controlled by Japan, so it was impossible to reach the Kuomintang-controlled areas by boat. The Kwantung Army did not believe that the Kuomintang spies who attacked the airport would leave by boat.

Another reason is that there were secret police on all ships departing from the Northeast. If unidentified people really boarded the ship, they would be discovered before the ship set sail. Therefore, the Japanese did not search the shipping routes on a large scale.

That morning, several military vehicles drove to the Kwantung State freight terminal. After parking, a team of Japanese military police got off the vehicles carrying several heavy wooden boxes. The major in charge bowed to a slightly plump man.

"Your Excellency, the goods are here, please check them."

Upon hearing this, the slightly plump man looked at the seal of the wooden box, took a document from the attendant and handed it over: "Yoshi, this is the paperwork required for the handover and the certification document from the Ministry of Finance."

The major took the document and examined it carefully. After confirming that it was correct, he had the wooden box moved onto a cargo ship flying the Japanese flag.

Seeing that the goods were handed over smoothly, the slightly fat man said to the major with some concern: "I heard that the gold was robbed during transportation. I want to transport them back to the mainland as soon as possible to avoid more trouble. However, the inspection at the dock is too time-consuming. I wonder if there is a way to solve it?"

The Major did not dare to neglect the question from the Ministry of Finance's special envoy and quickly replied: "Your Excellency, the Military Police Command has issued a special pass for the cargo ship. Your ship does not need to be inspected."

"Sweep Dai Senai." The slightly plump man nodded with satisfaction and said no more.

After the military police got off the boat, the major got in the car and drove away. The man and his entourage returned to the freighter. Seeing that there was no one around, the entourage lowered his voice and asked.

"Deputy Director Gu, when are we going to meet up with the operatives? We can't stay here for too long."

"Don't worry, Lao Song. If nothing unexpected happens, Gui Youguang and the others will be here tonight."

"That's good. The vice-chairman's plan is really brilliant. The Japanese would never have thought that our operatives would turn around and head to Xinjing, and then take the train to Guandong Province."

"Yeah, let alone the Japanese, I didn't expect it either. Okay, notify the brothers to prepare to sail."

The two people who were talking were none other than Gu Qi and Song Minghao. This time, the Military Control Commission attacked from multiple directions, not only to seize the plane, but also to take the gold.

A few days ago, Hayashi Fuichiro was promoted to Deputy Cabinet Minister of the Ministry of Finance. The next day, secret documents related to gold were delivered to Zuo Zhong's desk.

Upon learning that the gold weighed 350 kilograms, Zuo Zhong naturally would not let it go. After discussing with everyone, he made a plan.

The plan was simple, consisting of two steps: killing people and seizing the ship, then impersonating someone else without firing a single shot, and just waiting for the Japanese to deliver the goods to their door.

Late at night, a group of dark shadows sneaked into the dock. The Korean sentry at the door touched the banknotes in his pocket and turned his head to the side. The freighter then weighed anchor and sailed out of the port.

After leaving Guandong Island, Gu Qi and others sailed hundreds of nautical miles. In an uninhabited sea area, the little spy opened the sea valve and the freighter quickly sank to the bottom of the sea.

After making sure that the ship had completely sunk, everyone boarded a transport ship owned by Hase and headed for Shanghai. As the most reliable partner of the Japanese Navy, no one dared to search Mr. Hase's cargo.

The Japanese headquarters waited for several days, but the cargo ship that should have arrived did not arrive. They only found a lifebuoy with the name of the ship written on it on the sea, and then they realized that the gold was missing.

The theft of the Zero fighter and the mysterious disappearance of gold were both closely related to the Nationalist government. The Japanese high-ranking officials were extremely angry, so an important subversion operation was officially launched.

Speaking of this action, it can be traced back to Shelikov, the Far East head of the Red Russian NKVD who pretended to surrender. In order to show the importance of the target of subversion, the General Staff specially sent a senior intelligence officer to the Kuomintang-controlled area.

Mountain city, Moonlight Ballroom.

Xu Enzeng drank alone with a distressed look on his face. During this period, the work of the Central Bureau of Investigation had not made any progress, which led to someone calling him to the official residence and scolding him several times.

But can he be blamed for this? Whenever the Central Bureau of Investigation took action, the underground party knew about it faster than he did.

Admiring his sister-in-law's graceful dancing on the dance floor, Xu Enzeng sighed and felt that he had to consider a way out. It would be a good idea to learn to do business like Zheng Tingbing.

Although it is good to pursue a career in politics, being Tao Zhugong can give you a wider range of opportunities. After all, this world belongs to the rich.

Suddenly, a stranger walked over. The young agent from the Central Bureau of Investigation quickly stopped him, and more agents around him reached for their waists.

The man raised his hands slightly in a French military salute and said calmly, "I have something important to discuss with Mr. Xu. Please inform him."

Hearing this, Xu Enzeng, who had nothing to do, became interested. He waved his hand and asked the guards to let the other person go. Of course, a body search was inevitable. Having done so many bad things, Xu Enzeng always attached great importance to his own safety.

The man straightened his clothes, walked to the table and sat down, holding his head high and speaking in the dialect of the Republic of China: "Mr. Xu, you don't want others to know that you are a mole hidden in the mountain city by the underground party, right? As long as you are willing to surrender to the empire, glory and wealth are just around the corner. As the saying goes, a man who knows the times is a hero..."

The eyes of Xu Enzeng on the opposite side became brighter and brighter, and his expression became more and more strange. The visitor's heart skipped a beat, and he stepped back, his voice gradually becoming lower.

"Perhaps I have come at the wrong time. I will not disturb Mr. Xu for now."

Xu Enzeng grabbed the other person's arm and licked his lips: "No, you came at the right time!"

①In 1924, Walter Kidd invented the carbon dioxide fire extinguisher