Spy Shadow: Command & Conquer

Chapter 2065, Cairo

"idiot!"

What is Zhang Yong planning to do?

Does he intend to be stationed at Nanyuan Airport long-term?

"How many people can he station at Nanyuan Airport? Aren't he afraid we'll wipe him out in one fell swoop?"

Yukio Kasahara felt very uncomfortable.

Zhang Yong's actions were a real thorn in the side for the North China Front Army.

Upon receiving the relevant intelligence, he, as the chief of staff of the North China Area Army, knew that the days ahead would be difficult.

A thorn.

It was stuck right in the most vital spot in the throat.

It must be removed.

However, when you pull it out, there will definitely be a lot of bleeding.

If not handled properly, you might also die. And the chances of dying are quite high.

If a major fight breaks out, Zhang Yong will definitely reappear.

That plague god was a devil. Wherever he appeared, the Japanese troops there were doomed.

Therefore, both it and Okamura Neiji hoped that the plague would go elsewhere. The farther away, the better. Ideally, it should never appear again.

"Your Mightiness……"

"Let's maintain the status quo."

"Tie."

Yukio Kasahara bent down. Lower your head.

That's all we can do for now. We'll pretend we didn't see anything.

Just pretend the Chinese people at Nanyuan Airport don't exist.

The Japanese army ignored the enemy as long as they didn't rush out of the airport.

Establish a buffer zone around the airport to avoid direct contact between the two sides and de-escalate the situation.

That's right. The temperature is dropping.

Okamura Neiji needs this most right now.

We need to finish this here quickly, and then get things done elsewhere as soon as possible.

Then Zhang Yong's attention was drawn to that. He then left Beiping. And then the Japanese army was safe.

A very humble request...

If Beiping continues to be under Zhang Yong's control, then we're doomed.

At this moment, it desperately hoped that the Southern Army would quickly make some noise and lure Zhang Yong away.

That damned Zhang Yong...

I curse him to give birth to children without an anus...

Oh, the other party already has a son.

……

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

Zhang Yong sneezed repeatedly.

I rubbed my nose. I sensed a deep-seated malice.

I wonder who it is this time. They seem to harbor deep resentment towards me. Could it be Okamura Neiji?

maybe……

Suddenly, an idea struck me.

A yellow dot was spotted among the transport planes in the air.

Huh?
Yellow dot?

Wasn't it Hu Zongnan's troops?
Why are there yellow dots?

curious……

A short while later, the transport plane slowly landed.

One after another, many officers emerged from inside. They were all officers.

Yellow Dot is a captain. He's inconspicuous in the crowd. He's carrying a briefcase.

Very young. At most in his early twenties.

Thoughtful.

What a young captain. Why is it a yellow dot?
Silently waiting.

"report!"

Soon, an officer came to report.

It was said that Hu Zongnan had sent a regiment of officers.

Their main task was to conduct investigations. Then they would go back and give detailed presentations.

The team was led by Hu Zongnan's office director, a colonel surnamed Huang. He had a round face and a constant smile. He was exceptionally good at talking.

However, Zhang Yong's attention was not on the other party at all.

The office manager, of course. Being eloquent is a basic skill. They handle all kinds of matters, big and small, from welcoming guests to seeing them off. They must be adept at navigating social situations.

He was observing the yellow dot.

"Commander, this is Commander Hu's secretary, Xiong Xianghui. He just graduated from military academy."

"Oh."

Zhang Yong responded coldly.

A sudden realization dawned on me. It was the other person. No wonder they were so young.

"Little bear..."

Director Huang reminded him in a low voice.

Xiong Xianghui immediately came forward with his briefcase.

"Commissioner, this is a secret document that Commander Hu specifically instructed me to hand over to you in person."

"it is good."

Zhang Yong reached out and took it.

Think it over. You'd be surprised how adept Hu Zongnan was at manipulating people.

What secret document?

Silver notes are the only way to go.

You don't even need to open it to know that it's full of silver notes.

Of course, since Hu Zongnan called it a secret document, then it is a secret document. We'll open it later.

"Young man, not bad."

Zhang Yong casually offered a compliment. The weight of the compliment was already sufficient.

The other person was so young, having just graduated from military academy, yet he was able to be assigned to Hu Zongnan's side.

The Red Party certainly doesn't have that capability. It's more likely that the Xiong family itself has the power.

"Little Bear, aren't you going to thank the Commissioner for his guidance?"

"Thank you, Commissioner!"

"Go!"

Zhang Yong waved his hand, indicating that they could leave.

The specific investigation and learning were Sun Ce's business. They had nothing to do with him, the Commissioner.

Hu Zongnan was definitely going to make a big deal out of Nanyuan Airport.

This guy won't let any opportunity slip by.

Silently overseeing the situation.

Waiting for the Japanese invaders to return.

result……

One day passed...

Two days have passed...

The Japanese invaders never returned.

Radar maps showed that there were no Japanese troops within a ten-kilometer radius.

Some scattered Japanese troops returned. There were also some scattered red dots. But there were no organized Japanese troops.

frown.

It seems the Japanese invaders were also lying in wait!

They must have been thinking that the Japanese invaders would only return after Zhang Yong left.

If I come back now, who knows if I'll get beaten up again?

Those major traitors, in particular, were extremely wary of the previous public trial in Nanjing.

If I were shot dead, that would be fine. A quick and painless death.

However, being captured alive and then publicly tried is a very difficult process.

I really want to post this on my WeChat Moments...

I've already thought of the content—

"If I had known, I wouldn't have blown up the fuel and ammunition depots at Nanyuan Airport..."

Unfortunately not.

We need to keep a low profile for now...

and many more.

It doesn't seem to be needed now.

Hu Zongnan's troops have arrived. The roles have changed.

What Hu Zongnan needs now is to make a high profile. He needs everyone to know that his troops are at Nanyuan Airport.

He quietly opened the briefcase a crack. Sure enough, it was full of silver notes.

Okay, for the sake of the banknotes, I'll cooperate fully.

"Somebody come!"

"To!"

"In my name, Zhang Yong, I invented a coded telegraph on a frequency of 95.27 MHz. The message is: 'If only I had known...'"

"Yes."

The confidential staff recorded it.

Zhang Yong thought about it and felt that it didn't seem very effective.

This plaintext telegram makes no mention of Hu Zongnan. It does not highlight the other party.

Everyone should carry the sedan chair. Hu Zongnan must be given the opportunity to shine.

"The second letter."

"Yes."

"The First Army is truly impressive. They dare to station troops at such a long distance, isolated behind enemy lines."

"Yes."

The confidential staff continued taking notes.

Zhang Yong took it and examined it carefully. He made a few changes.

They felt the effect was sufficient, and that it should allow Hu Zongnan to finally regain his pride. Only then did they issue the order.

Your adventure experience has increased.

Your Agility +1

[Weapon list refreshed]

Suddenly, the system notified me.

Zhang Yong quickly checked and was overjoyed.

nice one.

It's definitely a good product.

The system began mass production of Piaggio P-108 bombers.

Some necessary upgrades and modifications were also carried out.

This bomber has four engines. The B-10 has two engines.

Both in terms of payload and range, it surpasses the B-10 bomber by a large margin.

It was a perfect match for the P-38 fighter jet.

However, what Zhang Yong needs right now is to use it as a transport aircraft.

At that time, many bombers could also be used as transport planes.

As long as it doesn't carry bombs, it can generally carry a relatively large number of personnel. For example, the Piaggio P-108 bomber.

If it's just about carrying people, it can carry fifty people at a time.

"it is good!"

"it is good!"

very happy.

This trip to Beiping was truly worthwhile.

With the P-108 bombers being supplied in large quantities, it didn't matter much if we didn't have the B-17.

Another day has passed.

The Japanese invaders still haven't returned.

However, all the troops from the First Army were in place.

A reinforced regiment, exceeding two thousand men. The military commander was Sun Ce. They were all elite troops under Hu Zongnan.

Infantry is the least important force here. It's almost entirely artillery.

Operating a 155mm howitzer...

Operating a French-made 105mm heavy cannon...

On the fourth day, Zhang Yong left Beiping.

Piloting the Type 97 fighter jet, first fly towards Tianjin.

I checked the situation in Tianjin and found nothing unusual.

The Japanese invaders were quite well-behaved in Tianjin.

So we made a detour and returned to Changsha Airport.

This is his real base.

Advance notification.

Landed safely.

He's currently piloting a Japanese Type 97 fighter plane. Without prior warning, he'll be targeted by ground anti-aircraft guns. He's already been shot down once before. He doesn't want to experience it a second time.

"Commissioner".

"Commissioner".

They disembarked and received a warm welcome.

But nothing serious has happened. The fighting is calm now.

The fighting in Nanchang, for example, has entered a "quiet" phase in the game.

One or two occasional battles cannot change the overall situation.

Boring. Dull.

I spent a few days in Changsha. So many beautiful women. So much sweet talk.

Then I set off for Kunming. I stayed in Kunming for a few more days. The main activity was still spending time with beautiful women and indulging in romantic relationships.

The incidental task was to help the Yunnan Army arm 60 regiments.

All relevant weapons and ammunition are ready.

It just so happens that Li Tianxia is also in Kunming. She strongly insists on going to Ethiopia to see what it's like.

"it is good."

Zhang Yong agreed.

For a while, Li Tianxia was very lonely.

He has been stationed in western Yunnan with his troops, conducting daily training. They seem like a forgotten, isolated army.

The troops had not fought a war for a long time, and they had indeed become somewhat lax.

Training can never replace real combat. Now's a good time to take it out for a spin.

Li Tianxia was a very adaptable person; even when fighting abroad and encountering danger, she could adapt to changing circumstances.

Besides, with Zhang Yong personally keeping an eye on things, how much danger could there be?
So arrangements were made.

Take one group out first. We'll meet up in Kolkata.

Meanwhile, eight hundred people from the Guangxi clique began to be airlifted in batches. They also gathered in Kolkata.

Originally, Zhang Yong had planned to appoint a commander to take overall command.

Now that Li Tianxia has arrived, it's perfect, he's the one.

Li Tianxia was originally a division commander. Commanding a force of several thousand men was no challenge for him at all.

The reorganization of the troops began.

A unified compilation is needed.

The previous troops came from very diverse backgrounds.

After reorganization, all were upgraded to regimental-level units. However, they were not fully staffed.

Whether organized according to German or British/American standards, a regiment would have over three thousand men. They're incredibly robust.

"Commissioner, this is intelligence relayed from the British..."

"Commissioner, the British have invited you to a military conference..."

“Mr. Commissioner…”

The British are also making preparations in full swing.

Compared to the Nationalist army's sluggishness, the British preparations were clearly much faster.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that the British have relatively abundant resources.

The British were experiencing severe shortages of supplies at home, but not overseas, especially in India.

Soon, the relevant troops were assembled.

Commonwealth forces preparing to enter Ethiopia include the Indian 1st, 2nd, and 3rd Divisions, the South African 4th Division, and the French Foreign Legion.

The British-appointed frontline commander was Auchinleck.

"Zhang, it's a pleasure doing business with you."

"Pleasant to work with."

Zhang Yong shook hands with the other party. Then he arranged for the troops to board the ship.

Such a large number of troops require long-distance transport. They need to land at ports along the Red Sea coast.

Fortunately, the British controlled several ports.

Long shipping journey.

Of course, Zhang Yong himself would not have traveled by boat.

It takes about half a month to travel by boat from Kolkata to a port on the Red Sea coast.

How could he possibly waste so much time?

He always flies.

Of course, Auchinlek also traveled there by plane.

The vast majority of high-ranking military officers travel by plane. First to Mumbai, then to Muscat.

After arriving in Muscat, you can fly west directly to Cairo, or southwest to Djibouti. The British have many airports along the Red Sea coast.

These airports are all capable of handling DC-3 transport aircraft.

As an ancient agricultural country, it's sometimes hard to imagine that the British had so many airports and ports.

The long-established world's leading capitalist power is no joke.

Even plucking a hair from someone's thigh can bring immense benefits to a bald man.

The clashes between countries like Britain, the United States, the Soviet Union, and Germany were the real heavyweights. The Soviet Union and Germany, in particular, fought incredibly fiercely.

"Mr. Spencer."

"Let's go! Everything's been arranged for the journey."

"Ok."

Zhang Yong nodded and waved.

Then all the soldiers boarded the planes. There were a total of six Piaggio P-108 bombers.

Each bomber carried fifty soldiers. A total of three hundred men.

The mission of this trip is to distant Algiers.

take off.

Zhang Yong personally piloted the plane.

First stop, Mumbai. Landing. Refueling.

Then we took off, heading west to Muscat. We landed. Refueling.

Then Jeddah...

Then Cairo...

"Zhang, wait for me here for three days."

"it is good."

Zhang Yong nodded.

He knew that Spencer was going to communicate with all parties.

The French people today are actually in a state of great confusion. They hold all sorts of opinions.

People with differing opinions are often filled with hostility.

It's very likely they'll just fire.

Think of the Paris Revolution. The French were incredibly ruthless when they killed their own people.

Now we have more advanced weapons; the guillotine is no longer needed. Killing is much more efficient. A single conflict results in tens of thousands of casualties.

Cairo...

Good place.

I didn't have the chance to travel abroad in my previous life, but I do now.

Moreover, all expenses were reimbursed by the French.

Although it's for bookkeeping.

After settling the troops in, Zhang Yong went out.

Relying on radar maps for protection, he was not afraid of any danger.

He himself is the greatest danger.

Wandering around...

The main purpose is to familiarize myself with the surrounding environment.

If the global situation remains unchanged, the bald man will also come here in three years.

This was his most glorious moment. He became one of the world's leading figures. That was it. After that, it was a snowballing decline.

I found a coffee shop and sat down quietly.

Silently observe the information displayed on the radar map, as well as the air command's display.

There's no need to focus on ground troops.

The main focus is on warships in the Mediterranean, including those from Britain, France, and Italy.

The world map only displays battleships and aircraft carriers. However, the air command map displays all warships, including cruisers and destroyers.

The number of warships from various countries in the Mediterranean is so large it looks like dumplings.

The ocean, which is not very large to begin with, is now crowded with all kinds of warships. The density is much higher than in the Pacific Ocean or other oceans.

Conservative estimates suggest that the British deployed at least two hundred warships of various types in the Mediterranean. The French had approximately one hundred, and the Italians also had over one hundred.

Currently, the British warships clearly have the upper hand and are firmly in control.

The main problem was that the French warships were all anchored in port. They didn't deploy. They didn't challenge anything. They were passively waiting to die.

The Italian navy was no match for the British navy. They could only retreat and huddle.

These are general pieces of information.

There is more detailed information. It concerns the Richelieu-class battleships.

This is the most advanced and powerful battleship in the French Navy. It has a full-load displacement of 48000 tons and is armed with eight 380mm main guns.

The original plan was to build four ships, but only one was completed.

The second ship was towed to Casablanca before it was even finished. There it rusted.

Construction continued only after the war ended.

very powerful.

But he was born at the wrong time.

It has almost no effect.

Ultimately, he could only sink himself.

so poor……

Now let's look at the Italian battleships.

The highest class, the Veneto-class. Displacement: 45000 tons. Armed with nine 381mm main guns.

The specifications on paper look very strong. However, the quality is probably not as good as the French.

The Mediterranean is currently a battleground for three powers, and the conflict is escalating.

The headquarters of the British Royal Navy's Mediterranean Fleet was located in the port of Al-Azhar, Egypt. The commander was apparently Admiral Cunningham?

That's the general information. More detailed information requires further coordination.

Suddenly I felt someone approaching from behind.

Quietly.

He secretly held a gun in his hand.

The other party was unarmed. But he was still very cautious.

In the reflection of the glass, I spotted a beautiful woman. She was exquisitely beautiful and exuded charm.

The radar map shows a national flag. Italians.

Thoughtful.

Was he being targeted by a beautiful Italian spy?
It seems their intelligence network is incredibly efficient! They already knew I had just arrived in Cairo.

"Mr. Commissioner."

The other person suddenly leaned down and whispered in his ear.

The voice was soft and gentle. It was English, spoken very fluently.

Sure enough, a beautiful spy.

Specifically for myself.

Look back.

frown.

"You are……"

“My name is Florence. I serve Mr. Mussolini.”

"Oh……"

Zhang Yong hadn't expected the other party to be so frank.

We were just talking about how to take advantage of them. Unexpectedly, they revealed their true colors.

It seems she's a very capable woman!
"Please take a seat."

"I didn't expect the commissioner to arrive so quickly."

"You knew I was coming?"

"Of course. We already knew."

"Oh."

Zhang Yong picked up his coffee cup.

He was certain. The problem lay with Spencer.

Spencer needed the cooperation of others. Naturally, he needed to reveal some secrets. Then, the secrets were gone.

The second person found out. That's equivalent to everyone knowing.

The French people today are a disorganized mess.

There might be someone among them who was in cahoots with Mussolini.

There are traitors to the Chinese. There are also traitors to the French. Perhaps many more. For the Italians, getting intelligence is easy and effortless.

"Mr. Commissioner, I look forward to our cooperation."

"What cooperation?"

"We can provide money and beautiful women."

"All right……"

Zhang Yong nodded. The other side had indeed come prepared.

His weakness was revealed as soon as he spoke.

With such sincerity, how could one possibly refuse?
Ugh……

[To be continued]

(End of this chapter)