spy cloud

A few days passed by, and Zhang Tianhao gradually became familiar with the situation in Shanghai during this period, especially what happened in Shanghai.

There have been certain precautions in all aspects, but it is obviously not enough.

The most important thing is that there are too many surveillance personnel in all aspects. If Shanghai has a population of one million, then nearly 50,000 people or even more are monitoring all changes in personnel around them. This may not be an exaggeration at all.

The ten women basically became his intelligence agents. They contacted different line personnel respectively, mainly to receive or deliver intelligence.

As for the other side, Afeng was also doing well, and Zhang Tianhao didn't have to worry much. After all, the personnel on this line had basically been finalized and would not change easily.

Inside the tailor shop, Zhang Tianhao sat opposite Afeng. They drank tea silently, with a hint of helplessness in their eyes.

"Master, we have received news that the Japanese are going to re-implement a top-secret plan in various places. Until now, our people have not been able to infiltrate, and we have no idea what the plan is."

Afeng glanced around and then whispered something to Zhang Tianhao.

There was hardly anyone in the store at that moment, let alone anyone making clothes.

"Nothing was found?"

"Yes, but I heard that this time they will mobilize a large number of Japanese and puppet troops and prepare to implement the plan on May 1st."

"Will it be a raid on our base?"

Afeng also thought of this, so he invited Zhang Tianhao over and wanted to have a good talk with him, hoping to find some clues from Zhang Tianhao.

"No, according to insiders, they don't know what the Japanese plan is, especially now that there is a shortage of resources. It would be too difficult to find out the plan."

Suddenly, Zhang Tianhao seemed to have thought of something, and there was a hint of shock in his eyes. After all, he seemed to have thought of this passage written in the party history.

The May 1st cleanup campaign is commonly known as the "Three Alls Policy."

An idea that made him even bolder arose in his mind.

"A Feng, you don't need to check there anymore. I have already guessed what the Japanese want to do. After all, mobilizing so many Japanese and puppet troops together is not a small matter at all."

Zhang Tianhao has figured it out. What he needs to do now is to keep everything within the controllable range and pay attention to other uncontrollable things.

"I have already guessed what it is. On April 4, your squadrons sent telegrams to tell them that the Japanese are going to implement the 'Three Alls Policy' and asked them to do their best to protect the people in various places."

"Three Lights Policy?"

When Afeng heard this, he immediately understood something and his eyes became fierce. Especially when he heard about the Three Alls Policy, his eyes were burning with anger.

After all, he had heard of the Three Alls Policy a long time ago, and every time it was implemented, countless Chinese people would be killed. It was definitely a killing game.

"Understood. I'll send someone out to send a message in a moment. But sir, what about over there?"

"I will handle the ones here, and they must be delivered to the right places to ensure the safety of all places and make the Japanese fail in this operation."

"However, the most important thing now is the issue of time. Time is running out. There are only two days left. However, it is better than nothing."

Zhang Tianhao thought for a moment, then spoke slowly.

"Okay, I'll leave first!"

After saying that, Zhang Tianhao turned around and left the tailor shop, leaving a lot of money on the table and taking away a set of clothes.

Ah Feng watched Zhang Tianhao stand up and prepare to leave, and quickly collected the money.

It can be said that all the funds for the entire organization were prepared by Zhang Tianhao for them, and he would give more money if there was money, so he didn't need to worry about money at all. As for other organizations, he knew that every penny of funds was very precious.

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On the other hand, after Zhang Tianhao left, Afeng’s expression was not very good.

"Oh, now we have to use the radio. Damn the Japanese. Why is it so difficult to send a telegram? We still have to find another way, go outside to send the message or send a shorter message."

Afeng also knew that if he wanted to send a message now, he would never let anyone do so easily unless it was absolutely necessary.

Receiving signals is not a big problem, after all, receiving is not sending.

"Among the ten radio teams, which one should go out to send a message?"

Since Zhang Tianhao supported the entire organization's radio station, their radio station in Shanghai was not so tense.

Although there are many of them, there is really not much they can do with the radio. If they touch the radio easily, it may bring them a catastrophic disaster.

"Let's handle this matter with Team 10!"

Afeng thought about it, and a hint of helplessness flashed across his face. After all, many times, he had to do this because usually only the first and second groups were started.

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The other eight groups are in complete standby mode and will never be activated unless there are special circumstances.

Unfortunately, Afeng doesn’t know how to send telegrams, so he is not responsible for anything other than the code.

He gently pushed up the pair of large black-rimmed glasses on his nose, carefully placed the tape measure on his shoulder on the table, and then looked around.

"Saya, you watch from below, if someone calls me, okay?"

San Ya was one of the female soldiers who were training. She had a certain level of education. She graduated from elementary school, but her family did not send her to middle school.

"Okay, boss!"

San Ya responded, and then continued to sit on the stool at the door, watching the pedestrians coming and going on the street.
"By the way, Boss, a few people paid more attention to our store today, as if they were looking for something."

Just as Afeng was about to go upstairs, he heard San Ya turn around at the door, say something casually, then stand up, pick up a rag and start wiping everywhere.

When Afeng heard this, he was stunned for a moment, but then he immediately understood what it meant. After all, someone was watching them, which was not a good thing. If it was a gangster or something like that, it would be okay, but if it was a spy, that would be a troublesome thing.

Standing on the stairs, after a moment of thought, Afeng started to go upstairs and prepare the secret code.

As for other things, he didn't want to think about them now. After all, time is life now, not to mention that the situation has become so critical.

He believed that Zhang Tianhao would never say such a thing easily, and if he did, it was 99% likely to be true.

Moreover, within Jiangsu, the Japanese had never stopped their encirclement and suppression of various squadrons, not to mention that they had mobilized large-scale troops to encircle and suppress Yancheng and other places, especially the base of the New Fourth Army.

All the squadrons under Zhang Tianhao received the same treatment, and their own losses were also considerable.

In the past three or four months, each squadron has been recovering from injuries, especially the several squadrons in Jiangbei, all of which are recovering from injuries and expanding their personnel.

There were two major wars last year, plus a major war in 40 years, which have almost damaged the country's bones. If it does not expand, the consequence will be that when the time comes, there will be no soldiers left.

In the office on the second floor, Afeng looked at the piece of floral cloth in front of him, carefully took out a magnifying glass, and began to write the secret message on it.

The code book is actually the small piece of cloth in front of you. No one would have thought that this piece of cloth that doesn’t look good is actually a code book. (End of this chapter)