Comrade, your ingredients are too complicated.

The wind of victory soon blew to Taiyuan.

At noon in late October, a bright sun was hanging high in the sky. The waiter of Dingxianglou was sweeping the dust at the door with a broom when he heard hurried footsteps at the corner of the street.

"Great victory, great victory in Shandong Province! Comrades have completely wiped out several divisions of the Japanese in Jiaolai Plain, and our people have reached the seashore!"

Zhang Quanfu was stunned and almost dropped the broom in his hand. "What, we won again?! So fast?" He quickly wiped his hands on his apron and took the Xinhua Daily handed to him by his shopkeeper.

The newspaper's front page headline was boldly printed:

"The Eighth Route Army of Shandong Province annihilates the Japanese Twelfth Army and liberates the entire province!"

"The commander-in-chief commended the soldiers on the front line and called on the military and civilians across the country to continue fighting!"

The news of victory spread like wildfire, and Dingxianglou was soon packed with people.

Feeling the joyful and lively atmosphere in the lobby, Shopkeeper Sun's face flushed. He stepped on the bench, slammed the table and announced to all the customers:
"Everyone, tea and snacks are all free today! Our Eighth Route Army won a great victory in Shandong, this is a great joyous event! Folks, eat as much as you can, just consider it a celebration for our soldiers!"

"Old Yang, go prepare the donkey offal soup in clay pot, the braised donkey minced meat, and the donkey meat hot pot. One for each table. Tell me if there's not enough meat."

"Hurry, hurry up! It's already dinner time, don't delay everyone's meal!"

After receiving the instructions from his boss, Yang Baolu immediately began to instruct the kitchen helpers to boil water. Listening to the noise in the room, he suddenly felt his eyes getting hot.

A few years ago, the Japanese invaders were showing off their might in Taiyuan City. When the soldiers of the Sandan Dancers heard the sound of the Japanese invaders' charge, they ran faster than rabbits.

Now order has been restored in the city. Patrol teams of the Eighth Route Army march through the streets in neat steps from time to time, giving citizens a full sense of security.

Looking at the notice board not far away with the words "Reduce Rent and Interest" and "Support the Front Line", Yang Baolu smiled slightly and then said to the apprentice beside him:

"Once we're done with this, help me go to the cemetery on the outskirts of the city and add some donkey meat with sauce to Jia Gui's grave, and bring back a bottle of sweet potato stew."

"Just put the meal money in my account. When you pay the salary in two days, just ask the shopkeeper to deduct it from it."

When Yang Baolu mentioned the word "accounting", he suddenly thought of the face that gave him nightmares. He smiled and shook his head, then muttered softly:

"This bastard left a lot of trouble before he left."

"You owe us Dingxianglou for food and drinks. I'm afraid only Huang Jinbiao can pay it back. In your next life, try to be a good person."

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In a private room on the third floor, a man dressed as a businessman was sitting by the window.

On the dining table in front of this person was a plate of braised donkey meat and half a pot of Huadiao wine. Chopsticks were placed horizontally on a celadon bowl, and a copy of the day's "Xinhua Daily" was pressed at the bottom of the bowl.

All the arrangements seemed to be some kind of agreed signal.

It seemed that the person who invited him did not arrive on time, so he could only look at the restaurant lobby boredly.

The waiter was carrying a copper kettle and shuttling between the wine tables. Hot steam was rising from the spout of the kettle, which turned into a white mist in the sunlight.

The shouts of diners playing finger-guessing games, the crisp sound of wine glasses clinking, and the intermittent sound of the pipa in the corner, interweave into a lively market scene in the restaurant.

But all this joy has nothing to do with him.

The man sat quietly by the window, the Pegasus cigarette flickering between his fingers. The smoke swirled in front of his eyes, like an invisible barrier, separating him from the noise in the room into two worlds.

The louder the laughter downstairs, the lonelier he seemed at the moment.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard at the stairs.

The visitor was a young man in a suit, with a pair of eyes as calm as an ancient well. He held a tray of good wine and food in his left hand, and sat down at the dining table directly after entering the door.

"Sir, the ten-year-old Shaoxing Huang wine is not yet ready. How about you drink some Fen wine first?"

"I'm cold-hearted, so I don't mind drinking anything." The businessman took the glass, and a hint of helplessness flashed across his face. After drinking the wine, he took out a document from his briefcase and complained familiarly:
"Director Huang, we are now in Taiyuan, the safest place in the People's Republic. It's not a mountain city or an enemy-occupied area. Why do you have to act like a secret agent meeting?"

"Every time I have a meal with you, it's even more complicated than meeting the bald guy."

"Why don't you just stop being a scientist and take over the intelligence agency at headquarters."

Huang He completely ignored his old friend's nagging and started looking through the documents handed over by the other party as if nothing had happened. It was obviously not the first time he had used the connection trick.

After a while, after reading all the information, he took out a stack of photos from his arms.

"Sixth Brother, in a sense, you are now a direct subordinate of our bureau. I think you don't want to make progress at all. You have so many complaints when you have dinner with your direct superior."

"Okay, you should take a look at the masterpiece that the bureau took the time to pose for."

"You don't know, that group of scientific researchers would rather rub a fighter jet with their hands than cooperate with me to take a few photos."

That’s right, the two people who were meeting in the private room of Dingxianglou at this time were Huang He, who came to Taiyuan for a meeting, and Zheng Yaoxian, TG’s number one undercover agent in the Military Control Commission.

The so-called staged photos were naturally used to prove their achievements in order to fool Baldy and Boss Dai.

There is no way, we are not afraid of thieves stealing, but we are afraid of thieves thinking about it. Since the establishment of the Weapons Experimental Research Bureau and the Baotou Industrial Zone, Guo Su has been trying his best to infiltrate the Suiyuan Military Region.

If it weren't for Lao Liu's secret efforts, who knows how busy the army reorganization experts would be.

After receiving the photo from the target, Zheng Yaoxian couldn't help laughing. He had to admit that these records proved to be very professional.

"No wonder the comrades are unwilling to cooperate. Director Huang, take a look at the photos. Why do they look like a murder scene?"

"But to be honest, this pose is really realistic. If I bring them back to the mountain city, I think my military rank will be raised to a higher level."

"Speaking of which, when can I get away and go back to the headquarters? We agreed on three years, and then another three years. If I continue to be an undercover agent, I'm afraid the Military Control Commission will have to change its name to Zheng."

Having said that, Zheng Yaoxian looked at his old friend with expectation. But before long, the corners of his mouth curled up as usual, and the mask of ease was put back on tightly.

As a time traveler, Huang He certainly knows how tormented Lao Liu's life is. These comrades active on the secret front are all lonely souls walking on the edge of a knife. They wear masks and act out other people's plays during the day, but can only bite the corners of the quilt and swallow their own blood at night.

When Huang He thought of the other party's original ending, he sighed first, then cheered up and comforted him:
"Don't worry. I have already entrusted the brigade commander to lead his men to re-establish a complete file confidentiality and decryption system, and also reform the merit recognition mechanism."

"When you complete your mission and come back, you may even have the opportunity to be one of the first to experience it and enjoy the special transitional policies arranged by the headquarters."

"I promise that with the brigade commander here, the comrades on the secret front will never become kites with their strings cut."

In the intelligence history of the Republic of China, the brigade commander's name always hung high at the top of the dome.

Although this legend has retired from the world for many years, when Zheng Yaoxian hears the word CG, he can still feel a sense of security that transcends time and space.

After taking a few breaths to adjust his mentality, Lao Liu smiled from the bottom of his heart. He skillfully finished the meeting and reminded:

"By the way, regarding the Torch Operation you mentioned earlier, the Ugly Chinese and the British will indeed be making a big move in Africa in the near future."

"The headquarters has received my report. There will be a key discussion at the meeting later. You'd better make some preparations in advance."

"it is good."

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After finishing the connection work, Huang He packed his luggage and left Dingxianglou with his personal guard team.

The group walked through the bluestone streets and headed straight for the Governor's Mansion where their headquarters was located. The sound of horse hooves was particularly crisp in the city at noon.

Soon, the group arrived at the Meishan Conference Hall.

The Chinese-style buildings with green tiles and flying eaves look solemn and majestic under the autumn sun. On both sides of the vermilion lacquered gate, guards standing solemnly with guns in hand do not move at all. The barrels of the submachine guns in their hands reflect a sharp cold light, silently declaring that the security here is strict.

"Wow, there are more people here today."

At this moment, in the small Meishan conference room, red stars were shining. Six round tables were arranged in a fan shape, and there were seven or eight wooden chairs around each table, with the numbers of the various troops written in chalk on the backs of the chairs.

This scene, which was enough to be recorded in history, made Huang He involuntarily think of a sentence from his previous life:

In those difficult times, many generals emerged from the land of China, but a few of them were particularly dazzling.

They came to save the Chinese nation and were the guiding light for the broad masses of the working people. They drove away the demons, monsters, wolves, tigers and leopards that were all over the land, and restored a peaceful and prosperous world to the world.

After seeing the identity of the visitor, everyone greeted him. The bearded commander, smoking his signature pipe, waved his hand, signaling Huang He to come over and chat.

"Huang He, I just heard from LYL that your Weapons Experimentation and Research Bureau is working on a railway gun recently?"

The bearded commander held his pipe in his mouth, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "What is the caliber of this railway gun? The barrel can't be thicker than the German Gustav, right?"

At this point, he slammed the table so hard that the water in the teacup sloshed. "In the next battle, our division can finally stretch its muscles! If this thing is really powerful, I will definitely get a chance to test fire it first!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Huang He immediately turned his gaze to the long table of the Shandong Provincial Military Region.

LYL, who was chatting and laughing with the person at the next table, suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck. He turned around and met the murderous gaze, and the smile on his face froze instantly.

In fact, Huang He was not worried about the project leak. After all, everyone present was a seasoned veteran, and every conversation in the Meishan conference hall would be as tight as if it were locked in a safe.

But the problem is, the blueprint for the railway gun has just been completed, and the 330 and 380 mm naval guns are still being read out in the naval dock within the system. He is completely unable to deliver the goods now.

Looking at the expectant commander Hu Zi, Huang He shook his head a little embarrassedly, and finally explained:

"The railway gun is indeed a project that our bureau has been researching recently, but the final product will not be officially put into service until the end of this year."

"In terms of caliber, the Project 942 cannot compare to the German III Gustav. The No. 50 technical verification model only uses a 330-caliber mm naval gun."

"But a 330mm gun is definitely enough. After all, our Republic of China doesn't have any turtle shell fortresses that can stop it."

After hearing this, the excitement in Commander Hu's eyes dimmed a little.

This is not because the caliber of Project 942 is not large enough, but because the gun is still on the drawing board of the Weapons Testing and Research Bureau and can only be seen but not touched.

But soon, he adjusted his mentality, and then patted Huang He on the shoulder and encouraged him:
"It's okay. It's just a matter of two more months. The 120th Division can wait. We have never left Shanxi Province since the Battle of Zhongtiao Mountain. We can afford to wait for another day or two."

"Besides, I've learned about this before. There are many technical difficulties that need to be overcome to build a railway gun. Just solving the recoil and track load will take up a lot of energy. There's no rush."

Hearing this, the teacher who had been silent at the next table suddenly interrupted. He raised his hand and pushed the round-frame glasses on his nose, with a hint of teasing in his eyes behind the lenses.

"Big Beard, the whole room is filled with smoke from your cigarettes. Are you feeling dizzy from the smoke?"

"In terms of tactical arrangements, our division is closest to Hebei Province and is also close to the Zhengtai Railway, so we are likely to be the main attacker. In terms of relationships, the root of the Yellow River is in our 129th Division, so it's not your turn to use this railway artillery."

“Haha, you should wait for the next batch.”

Seeing that the two big guys were about to start a mutual destruction mode because of a 330 large tube, Huang He hurriedly stepped forward. He first suppressed the eager brigade commander, and then mediated:

"All of them! All of them! Don't..."

Just when Huang was anxiously preparing to separate the two division commanders, the deputy commander-in-chief and the deputy chief of staff walked into the Meishan conference room hand in hand.

After everyone stopped playing and entered the meeting mode, the former hung three maps of different areas on the wall one by one.

In the map, the red arrow representing the Axis Powers is roaming around the sphere of influence of TG and its allies like a poisonous snake.

"Comrades, there are new instructions from the border area." The deputy commander looked around, "According to the latest intelligence, Meizu Michiro plans to use the remnants of the North China Front Army as bait to build a steel defense line between Shanhaiguan and Chifeng."

"So we have to take over Hebei Province as soon as possible and not give the devils a chance to breathe."

"In addition, operations in Africa and Southeast Asia must also be carried out simultaneously. According to reliable information, the mustache has already planned to attack the Toulon Fleet of Vichy France. We can't just watch our ally Free France suffer!" (End of this chapter)