spy cloud

ten minutes later.

Old Zhou felt a little numb as he watched all the cloth strips being removed from Zhang Tianhao's body.

Old Li, standing to the side, also couldn't believe that Zhang Tianhao's physical recovery ability was so strong, and to such an absurd degree.

"Comrade Xiaotian, isn't your injury healing a little too quickly?"

"I don't know either. Isn't getting hurt quickly a good thing?" Zhang Tianhao looked at Lao Li with a blank expression, his eyes full of confusion.

"It's a good thing, but your wound is healing too fast. We didn't expect it. We were planning to let you rest for two days before taking you away, but we didn't expect that you could leave this afternoon at the latest."

“We’ll be safer if we leave in the afternoon. After all, we’re too close to those mountains. If we’re not careful, we could easily cause a lot of trouble, or even run into the Japanese.”

"Alright, let's all rest for a while, recharge our energy, and then leave!"

Zhang Tianhao also knew that it was safer to stay away from here now, while staying here meant that he might encounter the Japanese at any time, which would be unsafe.

"Ok!"

"By the way, Comrade Xiaotian, do you really not remember anything?"

Old Li asked another question, seemingly unintentionally.

Moreover, his gaze remained fixed on Zhang Tianhao, as if he wanted to see right through him.

Zhang Tianhao remained completely bewildered, even shaking his head, unable to think of a way to answer. At the same time, his brows furrowed even more deeply.

The young man, who looked to be in his early twenties, had his brows furrowed so deeply they looked like they could trap a fly.

At the same time, beads of cold sweat streamed down his forehead, and he let out a low, painful roar.

Clearly, whenever they made Zhang Tianhao think about his background, he would feel waves of intense pain, and even his brain would be in agony.

"what--"

With a low growl, Zhang Tianhao collapsed to the ground, unconscious, and knew nothing more.

Old Zhou was startled when he saw this, and he walked over and carefully checked Zhang Tianhao's breath.

"Thank goodness, it's nothing serious. He just fainted. Looks like he really has amnesia. Damn it!"

"Old Zhou, what should we do with him? Do we really have to send him to the city?"

"How about we wait and see?"

"Alright, now's a good time for him to rest for a bit!"

Old Zhou also had a headache. Although he had tried to test him, the test had gone wrong. The person had actually fainted, and it seemed that the thought of his background would give him a terrible headache.

"Sigh, what's going on? Our attempts to probe are useless. Old Zhou, are we overthinking things?"

“Even if it’s just overthinking, it’s better than something unexpected happening, isn’t it? Now that he can’t remember anything, we’re much more at ease. Now you should go and rest for a while.”

"We're leaving at noon, let's take him with us first!"

"We can't bring him along. Although he's almost fully recovered, it's better to be safe than sorry, you know that!"

"it is good!"

"Where should we send it?"

"Send it to the city first!"

"Next to whom should it be placed?"

"Being by Xiaowen's side, after all, Xiaowen is a member of the intelligence team, so perhaps she can better tell whether he is really injured or whether he has really lost his memory."

"But if that's the case, wouldn't Xiaowen be in danger?"

"Who can do it?"

"What is an identity?" "Don't we have people here? We can just ask them to provide an identity document, right?"

“That’s right. Since the Six-Tailed Village is gone, we can just place him there. Besides, he has amnesia now, so he knows his identity just by what we say. That would be even better.”

"How will you explain this to Xiaowen?"

"How is her fiancé?"

"This might not be a good idea to tell Xiaowen, since she is also a woman, and this could have a significant impact on him."

"This, this..."

"How about this, I'll take him over tonight and ask Xiaowen how to handle it. What do you think? After all, we can't just give up on this guy, can we? Besides, what are we if we give up?"

Indeed.

The two were at a loss for words, after all, Zhang Tianhao's identity was too special, and he was also a pilot. As for whether it was his identity or intelligence, they didn't know.

All they knew was that Zhang Tianhao absolutely could not get into trouble, absolutely could not have any other accidents. Once he regained consciousness, his importance might very well surpass that of their small Changfeng County guerrilla squad, or even Wang Wen and the others.

"Is there no other way?"

"do not know!"

"Wait, weren't we supposed to follow us first?"

"There's no time now. Also, we've already decided on Comrade Xiaotian's identity. He used to study in Hefei and only just returned!"

"That works too. I remember the Wang family in Liuwei Village had a son who went to Hefei and studied there, I think it was some kind of teachers' college?"

"Yeah!"

"How about this, have the higher-ups send over Old Wang's son's information, and borrow his identity for a while? Maybe that can solve the problem!"

"That's absolutely right!"

The two sat there and discussed it for a while before starting to sort out the matter of Wang Yitian, the son of Old Wang's family in Liuwei Village.

Soon, the two of them lay down on the table to rest, and the whole village became quiet.

Three hours later, the two were still resting there when they heard hurried footsteps outside the door, along with Erwa's cries.

"Captain, Captain, hurry! The Japanese and their puppet troops are coming. They'll be here in half an hour at most. We need to get out of here quickly."

Erwa started shouting from afar, his voice filled with a sense of urgency.

……

The Japanese army battalion commander in Changfeng County was sitting there, looking at the person next to him reporting on his work with a serious expression.

"Are you saying the people who fell from the plane haven't been found yet?"

"Yes, sir!"

Who rescued him?

"I don't know. There's a 50% chance he was rescued, and another 50% chance he's died somewhere on Dragon King Mountain. But the former is much more likely. Our people found a lot of footprints around there."

"Haven't they found out yet?"

"No, we've already sent out the vast majority of our manpower, but the problem is we haven't found it yet, and we've even blocked off the surrounding mountains."

"We must find them! We must find their body, dead or alive!"

"Sir, is it possible for the person who fell from the plane to be alive? They were blown out of the plane mid-air by the explosion!"

"I don't know, but better safe than sorry. We must find it, even if it's just a corpse. Understand?"

"Hi!" (End of Chapter)