Liang Jian: I have a canteen

It was night, with a bright moon hanging high, and the evening wind brought autumn coolness into the small courtyard of the intelligence station.

After a busy night, the place seemed to be a little quieter, and people who had no business related to it went back to sleep one after another.

Since intelligence personnel are engaged in intelligence, they usually disguise their identities.

There are farmers, vendors, beggars on the roadside, and prostitutes like Xiaohong and Huajie.

They not only have to complete their own intelligence work, but also complete the daily life of disguising their identities. What they usually have to do is not to be discovered by others or abnormal people or things.

Xiangshan Town should have been classified as a town, but the devils occupied the railway and blocked the main road, which made the convenient transportation here important.

There were more people passing by, and the town became more lively, so the Zhongyang Army expanded the city wall outwards to protect it, and sent a regiment to garrison it for a long time.

With troops stationed there, security is guaranteed, coupled with convenient transportation, this place has gradually become the size of a county town.

Lin Dong held a bowl of steaming pimple soup and gently knocked on Wei Lin's door, "Is Uncle Wei asleep?"

After a while, an anxious voice came from the room, "No! Is there something wrong?"

"Sister Song made pimple soup, would you like some?"

After a while, Wei Lin in the room said, "Let's have some."

Pushing open the door, Lin Dong found two kerosene lamps and a candle lighting up the room, while Wei Lin was sitting in front of the desk with disheveled hair, looking down at the pile of things on the desk.

Lin Dong walked over and wanted to put the noodles on the desk, but Wei Lin reached out to catch it, "Give it to me, don't mess up the desk."

"Yeah!" Lin Dong let go, and began to look carefully at Wei Lin's desk.

He has seen this desk several times, every time it is full of books and documents, but today it is really empty, there are only dozens of small "gadgets" in the huge space, besides, there are screwdrivers, Small tweezers, small pliers and other tools.

Looking at this pile of "gadgets", Lin Dong couldn't help but ask, "Uncle Wei, what are you repairing?"

"Well! Li Dafu's radio at the east end of the town is broken, let me fix it for you." Wei Lin replied calmly while eating the pimple soup.

"It's so small!" Lin Dong said, looking at the two black shells.

"It is said to be the latest model that his son brought back from Lao Mei." Wei Lin said vaguely, and then ate the food quickly, "You go out first, remember not to tell others, Li Dafu is most afraid of Lubai, you still have to hang out in the town in the future, don't offend anyone."

"Oh~" Lin Dong took Wei Lin's bowl, turned around and went out immediately. As an intelligence officer, he knew that Wei Lin's words were to deceive him, but at the same time he also told him that the things on the table were confidential.

Maybe it was because of the young man's imagination, maybe because of the intuition of an intelligence officer, just through those two black shells, he knew that the thing on Wei Lin's desk might be some kind of portable communication device.

He guessed right, the pile of parts on the table was the walkie-talkie.

In the evening, Wei Lin received a walkie-talkie from the headquarters, and it came with an instruction manual and a charger.

After reading the instruction manual, he made a communication with the headquarters according to the above method of use. In this communication, he was also commended by the boss, saying that they performed well in the battle of Xiangshan Station in Lin County, and provided Very accurate intelligence.

Glad to hear the boss's voice, and it's also a voice of praise. This is the highest honor for every soldier of the Eighth Route Army.

As a result, Wei Lin was a little flustered.

As an intelligence officer, he certainly knew the importance of the thing he was holding in his hand and its power, but at the same time, it also made him extremely curious.

So, he dismantled the walkie-talkie and planned to study it.

How should I put it, many men have the problem of being "handy", especially those with strong hands-on ability.

Wei Lin is such a person, he has learned communication, and he built the entire monitoring system at Xiangshan Station.

It's just such an awesome person who became stupid after dismantling it, because he couldn't understand it at all.

The walkie-talkie that Xu San sent out was entirely an integrated circuit, and the integrated circuit was a product of the 50s, that is to say, it would not appear until more than ten years later. If it existed in this period, it might be limited to theory or experiment. products in the room.

Facing the unknown, Wei Lin was not afraid, but developed a great thirst for knowledge.

In this way, once it got out of control, he decided to tear it down to the end, and he even used a little violence in some places.

The final result is the fragments of the table that Lin Dong saw.

It's cool to take it apart, but it can't be put back on. Even if it's put back, the walkie-talkie won't make any sound.

However, after this dismantling, Wei Lin also found that all the parts were polished, and some traces were deliberately worn away.

But only relying on these vague and incomplete traces, Wei Lin could not deduce any clues or manufacturing methods

Now he has calmed down after being overheated and began to regret his actions.

The precious communication equipment sent by the headquarters is not for your research, but for your communication.

Do you know how badly you've made a mistake?

You are called empiricism, self-righteous, thinking that you drank two bottles of ink more than others
"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Just as Wei Lin was self-reflecting, he suddenly heard the continuous sound of artillery from the north!
The sound of these cannons immediately sat up in shock, and said in a low voice, "Could it be that the devil came to grab the walkie-talkie?"

But then he knew that he was thinking too much, even if the devil came to grab it, he wouldn't use a cannon!
Now that the cannon is ringing, it only means that the devils are attacking Xiangshan Town!
After figuring out this link, Wei Lin immediately stabilized his mood, cleaned up the table, divided a pile of parts into three parts, wrapped them in oiled paper, stuffed them in his arms, and then picked up the instruction manual and put it on the candle to light it.

When this was done, he began to examine the room to see if there was anything else that should have been hidden but hadn't.

“Tuk Tuk Tuk~”

“Tuk Tuk Tuk~”

"Uncle Wei! Uncle Wei! The devil is calling!"

Lin Dong's voice rang along with the urgent knock on the door. Wei Lin lowered his head and blew out all the lighting equipment, then pushed the door and walked out.

When he went out, he saw that all the comrades had gathered in the courtyard, waiting for his order.

The situation was urgent, and Wei Lin also put away his heavy-smoking attitude, and glanced at the comrades present, "Are all the equipment turned off?"

"closed!"

"Disassemble, have you hidden it?"

"Hide it!"

"It's hidden?" Wei Lin said in a bad tone, pointing to the chimney of a house, "What's the matter with the antenna on the chimney?" (End of this chapter)