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Five minutes later, the plane slowly descended from an altitude of 10,000 meters to an altitude of 3,000 meters, gradually slowing down and arriving over Chongqing Airport.

A short while later, after receiving a reply from the airport, it slowed down again and slowly rushed towards the runway.

About ten minutes later, the plane landed smoothly on the airport, and a car drove up beside it.

Zhang Tianhao immediately led four guards and He Qiao'er to push open the plane door and walk to the cabin door, where they saw that the people below had already brought over a ladder.

Only then did he help He Qiao'er slowly walk off the plane.

"Special Commissioner Zhang, welcome to Deqing."

"Thank you!"

He stepped forward and shook hands directly with the colonel who had come to greet him.

"Thank you for sending someone to pick me up, President. I'm just an ordinary special envoy, and I'm sorry to have troubled you."

He still had to say some polite words; he wasn't someone with ridiculously low emotional intelligence.

"You're too kind. The president heard you were coming and immediately sent me to pick you up. We just arrived ourselves. We didn't expect Special Envoy Zhang to arrive so quickly as well."

"Thank you for your help there, please!"

"please!"

The three of them got into the car, with He Qiao'er and Zhang Tianhao sitting in the back, and the colonel sitting in the front passenger seat.

The four guards behind them also got off the plane, went to the truck behind them, and got in. They then drove directly out of the airport.

"Mr. Zhang, I didn't expect you to be back so soon!"

"Yes, I also received a call from the president asking me to come and report on my work, so I immediately returned to China. On the way, I almost threw up from the boat trip. I had to take planes and ships alternately, it was truly an ordeal!"

"Fortunately, they returned safely."

"Really? Congratulations!"

"What they say there is all for the service of the Party and the State."

"By the way, Mr. Zhang, you must have had a very fruitful trip to Europe this time, right?"

"Indeed, there have been many gains. The war shattered the economy, displaced the people, and left everything in ruins. The country was no longer a country, and there were no people for dozens of miles around, not much different from where we are."

"Yes, this is the consequence of war. There's nothing we can do. Our CEO also hopes to end this war as soon as possible; it's been going on for far too long."

"That's absolutely right!"

"I also hope the war will end soon, but things aren't as simple as we imagine! It's not as simple as we want it to be. The Japanese have wolfish ambitions; they won't surrender unless we defeat them!"

"Yes, so we still need to work together to drive the Japanese out."

"Yes, that's what people all over the country think, and we are working towards that goal."

He was adept at using polite phrases in official circles, and even the colonel opposite him didn't sense anything amiss, yet he was speechless.

"Excuse me, are you..."

Then, as if he had just remembered, he asked, somewhat embarrassed.

"Hello, I am Qi Tong, the director of the Intelligence Bureau."

"So it's Director Qi. My apologies for not recognizing you."

“Mr. Zhang, you’re being too polite. We’re all working hard to resist the Japanese, so why make such a distinction? Don’t you agree?”

"I quite agree with what Director Qi said. After all, driving the Japanese out of China is my dream. To be honest, I just want to live a peaceful life. The life of an ordinary person is most suitable for me. Growing flowers and fishing are the best things to do with me. Such a life is better than that of an immortal."

"It's a pity that even such a basic request is difficult to fulfill; it's truly dissatisfying."

"Well, there's really no way to say about this. After all, it's war; who could have predicted it?" "I hope the war ends soon so I can finally live a peaceful life!"

He smiled, and then felt He Qiao'er gently pinch his waist, and he knew what she meant.

"By the way, Director Qi, is there anything you need to discuss with me that you've called me back for a work report?"

"Well, I don't know either. It's just that the message from the staff office requires you to come back for a report. As for the specific reason, you'll have to ask the staff office."

"I see. But I'm just a free spirit now, and I really don't know why the staff thought of me."

Director Qi, standing to the side, rolled his eyes. "A carefree, unconventional person? Is that something a human would say?"

Northern Jiangsu is such a large area with so many troops, who else but you can mobilize them? If they don't come to you, who else can they turn to?

"I've been transferred to a nominal, sinecure position, so I naturally don't dare to get involved in national affairs. Therefore, it's best for me to say and do less, really."

"Over there, Mr. Zhang's deeds behind enemy lines are so numerous that almost no book could be written about them. Our local radio station broadcast his story for a year before it was nearly finished. Now, what you're saying makes us feel ashamed."

"Hahaha!"

Zhang Tianhao couldn't help but laugh along, clearly in a good mood.

"Mr. Zhang, the situation abroad is probably much more severe than that in our country, isn't it?"

"Pretty much, they're all like grasshoppers in autumn, they won't last long."

"Oh, what do you mean by that?"

"War requires manpower and resources. Most of our elite soldiers have been killed in action. We both know what's left now. Our resources are insufficient to sustain a prolonged war. If we can hold out for a year or two, these invading Japanese devils will have their good days over. Don't you know that there are now child soldiers among the Japanese?"

"Child soldiers? What does that mean? I don't understand."

"These child soldiers aren't even as tall as a Type 38 rifle. Would you say they aren't child soldiers?"

"have you seen?"

"I should say I killed some. I was injured a while ago and was away for several months. I was in enemy-occupied territory and saw a lot of child soldiers, who were at most fourteen or fifteen years old."

Director Qi was stunned when he heard this.

After all, if that were the case, then with fewer Japanese veterans, the balance of the war would have already tipped in China's favor.

"Mr. Zhang, thank you so much!"

"You are welcome!"

"I just wonder how badly your injury has progressed?"

"I'm mostly better now, but the bullet holes in my body haven't completely faded yet, and I'll need to rest for a while longer before I'm fully recovered."

How many bullet holes?

Director Qi was stunned when he heard this.

"Is this for real? You're not kidding me, are you?"

"How could that be? If I were out there, you could see if the Japanese would tear me apart. Shooting in the back has become commonplace. How could I dare to tell such a lie?"

He gave a wry smile, then sighed helplessly.

“It’s true. When he came back yesterday, there were several bullet holes in his clothes, which were still hanging at home. He said it was proof of his bravery.”

He Qiao'er, who was standing to the side, glared at him with dissatisfaction and quickly explained.

"Even their shirts were identical. If he hadn't worn inner armor, he might not have made it back. Those armor plates weighed over ten kilograms each; if he hadn't been lucky, he would have died countless times over." (End of Chapter)