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Chapter 1347: Don’t say anything that is not conducive to unity

"Lao Gu, did you hear the cry for help?"

Zuo Zhong stood at the bow and asked Gu Qi a question. In the distance, the mighty river was flowing eastward, and further away was a sea of ​​fire, with the surface of the river reflected with dots of fire.

Hearing the deputy director's question, Gu Qi glanced at Xu Enzeng who was floating downstream quickly, and smiled and shook his head: "I didn't hear it, maybe it was just the wind."

"Yes, yes, that could also be the sound of water." Deputy Minister Yang interrupted, and Bai Wenzhi and the people from the Military Control Commission nodded vigorously.

Zuo Zhong smiled with satisfaction. Yes, how could anyone go swimming in the late evening? He must have heard it wrong.

"Mom, there's... um"

Mr. Bai suddenly opened his mouth, but was immediately blocked by Mrs. Bai. Old Bai also bowed and smiled, and even said that children should not be restrained in their words.

Dai Chunfeng silently watched the small black spot on the river surface gradually go away, feeling mixed emotions. Xu Enzeng was so glorious back then, but now he died at his own birthday party. It was really sad.

After a long while, he turned to look at Zuo Zhong: "Shen Zhong, who do you think this third party who suddenly appeared is?"

Zuo Zhong thought for a moment, glanced at Bai Wenzhi and Deputy Minister Yang, and saw that the two men had walked to the other side of the boat with their families. Then he slowly spoke.

"They must be spies sent by the Japanese headquarters, otherwise No. 76 and Nobita's people would definitely clash with each other. The Japanese top brass may have doubts about the intelligence system stationed in China."

Old Dai nodded. In recent years, Japan's intelligence system in China has not made much progress. Many Japanese spies were arrested as soon as they were awakened. It is normal for the Japanese top leaders to have doubts.

Therefore, today's accident is not only not a bad thing, but a good thing. Nobita is the most valuable intelligence asset of the Military Control Commission and must not be exposed.

Gui Youguang approached stealthily and said, "Commander, Deputy Commander, these people acted decisively. When they attacked, they used the tactics of breaking through the center and flanking the two wings, which is consistent with the combat habits of the Japanese Army."

Dai Chunfeng only said one sentence after hearing this: "We must keep these Japanese spies here. Not a single one of them can be spared."

The failure of the Japanese spy operation sent by the Japanese headquarters proved the reliability of Hase Ryosuke from another direction. Lao Dai didn't care how many people died at the birthday party, he only cared about Hase's safety.

"Yes."

Zuo Zhong answered with confidence. Although the road leading to the police dormitory was destroyed, resulting in the inability of support to arrive in time, the external passages of the mountain city had been blocked, and these Japanese spies could not escape.

Twenty minutes later, the first batch of support forces from the Military Intelligence Bureau arrived at the scene on foot, followed by people from the Central Intelligence Bureau, Shancheng Police Station, and the Garrison Command.

In addition to rescuing the wounded, determining the number and identities of the dead, investigating the scene, and tracking down the murderer, the most important job of these personnel is to find Xu Enzeng or Xu Enzeng's body.

When Meng Ting and Shen Dongxin heard that Xu Enzeng was missing, they were so sad that they almost laughed out loud. They finally stopped laughing and led their men to search along the riverside.

The Kuomintang's military and police, which were mobilized in full force, did not affect Wu Sibao at all. He and his men wandered through the complex streets and alleys of the mountain city, successfully avoiding checkpoints and patrols. It was obvious that they were very familiar with the terrain and knew the Kuomintang's contingency plans.

As long as they climbed up a long flight of stairs, traitor No. 76 would reach the private residence of a senior official of the National Government, where the supplies stored were enough for them and the prisoners to stay for a long time.

This shows that Ji's influence within the Guo Party still exists, and the remnants of the reform faction are lurking in the mountain city, ready to bite someone at any time.

Wu Sibao wiped the sweat from his head and looked back. He saw the underground party prisoners moving slowly forward under the pushing of the traitors. If their mouths were not stuffed with cloth strips and their hands and feet were not restrained with handcuffs and shackles, they would have shouted for help or escaped.

With a disdainful snort, Wu Sibao raised his head and prepared to quicken his pace, but unexpectedly, several dark shadows suddenly jumped out from the alley at the end of the stairs, and the weapons in their hands instantly opened fire.

A few dozen minutes ago.

Peng Tianjue, the person in charge of the underground party's rescue operation, was lying on a small hill. The sound of gunfire from the police dormitory at the foot of the hill could be faintly heard. After watching for a while, he slowly retreated to the reverse slope.

"Captain, should we take action?" a rescuer asked.

Peng Tianjue shook his head, told everyone his plan and asked for their opinions: "The captured comrades are safe for now. Someone will take them away later. We will rescue them on the way. Comrades, do you have anything to add?"

The rescue workers said no, the biggest difference between the Eighth Route Army and other armies is that the soldiers knew why and how to fight.

Such equal discussions before the war could not happen in the Guo army or any other warlord army. The reactionary army with strict hierarchy would not allow the "gun" to have its own ideas.

After asking for their opinions, Peng Tianjue looked at the two silent men again: "Lao Pei, Lao Wu, when rescuing people, you should shoot first. You must intimidate the enemy and not give them the opportunity to hold or kill the captured comrades."

The man called Lao Pei was about fifty years old, thin, with dark skin, and looked like a typical old farmer.

Old Wu is not young either, has an honest face and is not tall. He does not look like a soldier. Instead, he looks somewhat like the refugees that can be seen everywhere on the street.

Facing the order, the two of them whispered yes, without saying anything extra. Peng Tianjue felt relieved, and the information of Lao Pei and Lao Wu flashed through his mind. Lao Pei, a native of Hebei Province, 53 years old, was born into a hunter family. He joined the border troops for a year. In the anti-encirclement and suppression campaign a few months ago, he killed and wounded more than 30 Japanese soldiers and captured 80 puppet soldiers.

Lao Wu, a native of Fujian Province, is 31 years old. He joined the organization during the Southwest period. He has gone through the great migration and has participated in thousands of battles of all sizes. He has been awarded dozens of military exploits and has been named a combat hero six times.

In the Pingxingguan Battle, Lao Wu shot and killed 37 devils with one shot, including 5 devil officers, which made the Japanese army terrified.

In order to rescue the captured members of the "Southern Committee", the border area sent out all its elite troops. It can be said that the qualifications and skills of each rescuer present were no worse than those of Lao Pei and Lao Wu.

Some of them can throw a grenade nearly 100 meters with their bare hands, some have killed more than ten Japanese soldiers at close range with a bayonet, some can speak multiple dialects fluently, and some can dress up as women very vividly.

There are five or six sharpshooters like Lao Pei in the team. They are the key to the rescue plan and the main force to deal with traitor No. 76.

(I would like to pay tribute to Pei Tianlai, Wu Desheng and other predecessors. There are too many warriors in the Eighth Route Army to describe them one by one, and I am afraid that you will say that I am exaggerating if I write them down.)

Returning his sight to the outside of safe house No. 76, Wu Sibao only saw a few flashes of gunfire, and several of his men fell beside him. The sound of gunfire continued to echo in the narrow alley.

“There are enemies.”

A traitor named No. 76 had just shouted out two words when he was hit in the chest by a bullet. Blood gushed out of the wound in his pink lungs and the traitor soon stopped breathing.

Wu Sibao pulled his confidant in front of him, turned around and ran desperately in the opposite direction. He forgot all about the mission and the merit. There was only one thought left in his mind: to escape!

But after running only a few steps, he stopped. A dark shadow also appeared at the opposite alley. The next moment, bullets flew at him, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

In the dim light, bullets streaked across the air, illuminating the face of traitor No. 76, which showed fear, terror, and regret.

The traitors fled everywhere, trying to find cover, but the underground party prisoners stood still, letting bullets fly past them.

Wu Sibao noticed this and immediately rushed towards the prisoner, wanting to use him as a hostage, but as soon as he raised his foot, the ground in front of him was hit by bullets and sparks flew.

He tried several times but found it impossible to take the prisoners hostage, so he had to climb over the wall by stepping on the bodies of his men. However, he was shot in the end, and after a scream, he fell from the top of the wall to the outside.

There was no time to check his injuries, Wu Sibao covered his shoulder and ran away. He had to leave the scene immediately, otherwise he would be killed by the enemy or blocked by the military and police in the mountain city.

On the other side of the wall, the battle was over. Peng Tianjue stood sideways with his gun in hand and walked vigilantly to the captured people, while other rescuers shot the traitors on the ground.

After making sure that no one was left alive, Peng Tianjue said to Mr. He among the captives: "I have been assigned by my superiors to rescue you comrades. The enemy will arrive soon. Comrades, please follow me and leave immediately."

After stating his identity and purpose, Peng Tianjue took out the token provided by Mr. He's mother, and ordered his men to untie the prisoners and prepare for their transfer.

Master He looked at the token and nodded to his companions, then pointed at the terrified Chen Ran and others and said, "Comrade, we can't let these traitors go!"

The captured personnel looked at these people with hatred and anger in their eyes. Chen Ran's surrender to the enemy led to the destruction of the organization's intelligence work in the south and the arrest of a large number of comrades. He must be severely punished.

When the gunshots rang out before, Chen Ran, Xiao Tieguai, Li Xian and others were even more frightened than Wu Sibao. They huddled in the crowd and dared not move. Now, after hearing what Master He said, these traitors looked even more desperate.

They knew that the belated judgment had finally arrived, so they knelt on the ground and begged bitterly, with blood marks on their foreheads.

Peng Tianjue had an indifferent expression. He pulled the slide to load the pistol and pointed his hand at the ugly traitor.

Bang, bang, bang... A few more gunshots were heard in the alley that had returned to silence. When the nearby Kuomintang military and police arrived, they saw only corpses on the ground.

Riverside.

Meng Ting and Shen Dongxin were walking on the dike on the shore, chatting to each other, and their voices and laughter drifted toward the river.

"Director Shen, congratulations. Now that Old Xu is dead, it's time for you to take the position of deputy director."

"Meng, please stop saying things that are not conducive to unity. Let's find Deputy Director Xu first. Minister Chen is very concerned about this matter."

As they talked, the two looked at each other and the smiles on their faces became even wider. Who could have thought that an underground party intelligence officer was about to become the deputy director of the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics?

Once Shen Dongxin is successfully promoted, the Guo Party's intelligence on party affairs will be completely disclosed to the border areas, and the intelligence work in the white areas will achieve a huge breakthrough. It is really not easy.

Thinking of those comrades who died at the hands of the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, Meng Ting sighed deeply.

Just as he was about to say something else, a pale fat hand suddenly stretched out from the water and grabbed his ankle tightly!

(End of this chapter)