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The sound of beeping kept ringing in the room. Zhang Anping was like an emotionless typing machine - if he praised something wrong, he would start over.

Zhang Anping is like a machine, outputting steadily and continuously.

Outside the room, a Military Intelligence Bureau agent who had been lurking for seven years was pacing back and forth anxiously.

He was the caretaker of this secret radio station. He had been in charge of this secret radio station since the establishment of the special group. He had been lying low and it had never been activated.

However, today, when he was called upon for the first time, he was faced with a message that his teacher had been sending for a full hour.

The content of the telegram was actually not long. After being simplified by Zhang Anping, including the numbers, the total number of words was less than two hundred.

However, this was translated using the highest level of code, and after translation, it was filled with a large number of meaningless characters.

It is these characters that seriously drag down the time.

But this is also a necessary step.

Because once it was leaked, the sniper plan would fail as long as Yamamoto changed his itinerary.

Of course, there is also a faster and more efficient way to send a message, which is to encrypt the information using the Enigma cipher machine. With Zhang Anping's level of messaging skills, it can be done in less than half an hour.

However, there were very few Enigma cipher machines in the Nationalist government, and it was even less likely that the Shanghai Station had one, so they had to resort to manual encryption, which led to this serious delay.

Although the agent didn't know what Zhang Anping sent, the fact that the teacher sent the message personally, and over such a long period of time, must have meant that it was extremely important information.

"Not yet well..."

"Why isn't it better yet?"

The agent paced anxiously, occasionally looking out the window through a homemade periscope. As time passed, his heart became more and more anxious.

When he once again looked outside through his homemade periscope, his expression suddenly changed!
spy!

He clearly saw several sturdy men in plain clothes breaking into his neighbor's house - he had been lurking here for seven years and knew every neighbor very well. He knew that this family had no connection with the gang. At this moment, suddenly some nimble and sturdy men broke into the neighbor's house. The only explanation was that they were spies.

He wanted to break into the house to warn Zhang Anping and ask him to stop sending the message, but after hearing the beeping sound that continued and considering Zhang Anping's identity, he gritted his teeth and said:

"Teacher, the enemies are coming! I'll hold them back!"

Then he pulled out the secret compartment on the wall, took out the pistol hidden in the Bible, gritted his teeth and walked out.

He did not go out directly from the front door, but climbed over the wall to the neighbor's room at the back, then pushed open the door and walked out quickly in a panic.

I had only walked a few steps out of the door when I heard a loud shout from behind:

"stop!"

Not only did he not stop, he walked even faster.

Even ran.

This actually revealed his guilty conscience.

A voice came from behind: "Catch him!"

Then someone rushed out from the alley. The agent dodged, took out the pistol from his pocket, and shot the spy dead with one shot.

Then he ran quickly, but before he had gone far, several strong men rushed out in front of him, running in the opposite direction.

The agent knew that this was an enemy, so he turned around and ran into an alley.

But after he ran a few steps, three armed agents appeared in front of him. He turned around and wanted to run back, but found that seven or eight armed agents appeared behind him.

bang bang

Gunshots rang out, and it was the Japanese spies who fired the first shot, but none of the shots were fatal, and all hit his legs.

The purpose is very clear, the other party wants to capture him alive.

The agent laughed despite the severe pain, then without hesitation raised the gun to his own jaw and pulled the trigger. The hot bullet went straight from his jaw to his brain, and the agent fell to the ground with the sound of gurgling blood.

Before his consciousness faded, he recalled his seven years of hiding.

A woman desperately wanted to be with him, but he didn't dare to accept her kindness and could only ruthlessly refuse. In the end, he watched the woman die at the hands of the Japanese.

He had also seen wanderers from his hometown, but he did not dare to meet them, let alone ask them about the news of their parents and relatives;

He had woken up from his dreams countless times, his clothes soaked with sweat when he woke up;

He also once stroked the pistol that he had wiped over and over again, wanting to use his life to bloom brilliant fireworks like "Yan Shuangying";
However, he always lived like a rat in a dark sewer, ignoring the brutality of the Japanese invaders.

[But I, in the end, blossomed like a summer flower. ]

His consciousness was dispelled by darkness, and his hidden life, his passion, his ideals, and everything he had disappeared.

When the spies rushed over, all they saw was a corpse and a slight smile on the corpse's face.

……

Zhang Anping is still sending messages.

The sound of gunfire outside was very clear. As the sound of the FN Browning 1900 pistol suddenly stopped, the corners of his mouth twitched.

But the action of sending the message never had any effect.

However, Zhang Anping said in his heart:

"His alias is Zhao Peide, his real name is Liu Moxuan."

……

Electric reconnaissance vehicle.

"Still sending it - that one was a deliberate trick to attract us, find it quickly!"

The head of the Special High Section became furious and yelled at the spy who came to report.

The spies immediately began a new investigation starting from the place where "he" appeared - and this was what "he" wanted.

……

After the last character was sent, Zhang Anping's fingers, which had been pressing, finally stopped.

But outside, footsteps were heard.

"come yet?"

With a murderous look on his face, Zhang Anping pulled out a defensive grenade from his pocket and set a booby trap using the radio as bait.

Then he straightened his clothes and said softly:

"Moxuan, teacher...is seeing you off."

After saying that, he walked out of the suite. Just then, three secret agents came rushing up the stairs. When they saw Zhang Anping, they pointed their guns at him.

"do not move!"

Zhang Anping was stunned, and then said in Japanese: "Who are you? Why did you break into my house? I am..."

Because it was in Japanese, the three Japanese agents instinctively put down their guns, and when Zhang Anping revealed his identity, it also attracted their attention.

So Zhang Anping's sudden attack made them unable to react at all. Bang, bang, bang

Three bloody holes appeared on the heads of the three agents one after another.

It was too fast. From picking up the gun to pulling the trigger three times, it was all done in a flash. The three agents who had let down their guard were all shot in the head before they even had time to raise their hands.

Amid their stunned looks, Zhang Anping pulled the trigger again, firing three bullets, all of which hit the hearts of the three men who were falling.

When the three men fell, Zhang Anping had already put on his gloves, put away his service gun, picked up the two pistols and took out the magazines, and whispered:
"The killing... officially begins!"

……

The sound of gunfire continued.

But the vast majority of bullets were fired from the pistols of Japanese spies.

But they were shooting aimlessly.

Because there is a ghost surrounding them, every gunshot can easily take away one of their companions.

Only continuous shooting can give them spiritual encouragement and prevent them from completely collapsing.

But the places where they shoot are often where dark shadows flash by.

And the black shadow that flashes by is sometimes just a piece of clothing.

bang bang
Two more gunshots were heard, and the precise rhythm frightened the Japanese spies again.

But under the scolding of their superiors, several Japanese agents had no choice but to rush to the alley where the gunshots came from. They did not see the "ghost", only two corpses lying on the ground, seemingly narrating what had just happened.

The agents advanced cautiously. After stepping over the corpse, three of them stood on guard while the other carefully checked the two people who fell to the ground.

At this moment, a "corpse" suddenly opened its eyes and gave an exaggerated smile. Even though this spy had countless lives on his hands, he was still frightened by this sudden resurrection of the corpse.

The next second, the "corpse" pulled the trigger, and the four agents all fell to the ground in the blink of an eye.

"15!"

After quietly reporting the number, Zhang Anping threw the pistol with two bullets still in it to the ground. After sighing, he took the initiative to end the massacre.

It's time for him to leave. He can't waste any more time because the Japanese army is coming soon.

The death of these four spies completely broke the encirclement of the Japanese spies. Zhang Anping, who ended the killing, changed his clothes inside out and walked out of the killing zone leisurely. As he got into the parked car, he passed by the oncoming Japanese army in a dignified manner and escaped from this "hell".

……

The third war zone.

US military delegation.

Lin Nansheng rushed into the delegation's residence anxiously, ignoring the American soldiers' obstruction, and shouted loudly:
"Colonel Zock, I have urgent information!"

According to normal procedures, Lin Nansheng should hand over the intelligence to the theater command, and then the theater command will liaise with the US military delegation - but it's urgent!
This was the only option left for him.

Lin Nansheng's call made the American soldiers dissatisfied, and the Kuomintang officer in charge of the connection even heard it and shouted:
"Which department are you from? How can you be so disrespectful to your allies? Get out!"

Lin Nansheng continued to shout regardless.

The liaison officer in charge of the connection was furious, and immediately called on the Kuomintang soldiers outside to expel Lin Nansheng.

Fortunately, Zok was alarmed at this time. He came out and saw that it was Zhang Anping's men. He immediately asked the US military to give up blocking them. Seeing Colonel Zok like this, the officer who had just insisted on expelling Lin Nansheng also fell silent and just stared at Lin Nansheng with angry eyes.

"Your name is Lin, right?"

Zoke went forward to talk to Lin Nansheng, but Lin Nansheng whispered, "Colonel Zoke, can we go in and talk?"

"Very important?"

"It's urgent."

Seeing Lin Nansheng say this, Zoker signaled the others to disperse. He took Lin Nansheng to his office. After Lin Nansheng entered, he took the initiative to close the door and then took out the information:

"Colonel, this is a telegram from my teacher! It's urgent!"

Although Zuo Ke is an expert on China, his Chinese proficiency is limited. After receiving the telegram, he read it in vain. Lin Nansheng had been paying attention to Zuo Ke's expression. Seeing this, he immediately said:
"This is the itinerary of Yamamoto Isoroku of the Japanese Navy Combined Fleet!"

Isoroku Yamamoto?
Zoker was shocked and quickly handed the telegram to Lin Nansheng, asking Lin Nansheng to read it to him.

"At 7:45 pm, Whale boarded a flight to the Philippines, and at 3 am, transferred to..."

Lin Nansheng started to read rapidly, explaining in detail after each sentence.

Zoke's eyes turned red as he listened. Oh my God, this is too outrageous. This is Yamamoto Isoroku's most detailed itinerary. I really don't know how Zhang got this information.

Honestly speaking, this piece of intelligence was incredibly detailed, but as a foreign military officer who had worked with Zhang Anping many times, Zok did not have the slightest doubt about the contents of the telegram.

Because this telegram was sent by Zhang Anping himself, and Zok admired Zhang Anping's ability in the field of intelligence.

"Please read it word for word for me, and I will write a copy by hand immediately!"

Zok suppressed his excitement, took out his pen and started working impatiently.

Soon, an English version of the telegram was produced. After proofreading it three times with Lin Nansheng to confirm that there were no errors in the time and place, Zok rushed to the telegraph room with the telegram without saying anything.

Compared to Zhang Anping who needed to translate the original text into the highest level of secret message, Zoker only needed to compile the telegram once through a cipher machine.

After compilation, the U.S. military signalman sent the telegram out, and with the response from the navy, the telegram fell into the hands of the U.S. Navy.

……

"What is Yamamoto Isoroku's detailed itinerary?"

At the U.S. Pacific Fleet headquarters, American intelligence officers felt as if it were a fantasy as they looked at the telegrams in their hands.

"How is it possible to obtain such a top-secret itinerary? Just relying on the Chinese's intelligence capabilities? I don't believe it!"

"Smith, this information was obtained by Zhang Shihao himself. You should know this person, right?"

This rhetorical question shut up the questioning intelligence officer. He looked down on the Chinese military, but he would never look down on Zhang Shihao - especially now that China and the United States are working together in the intelligence field, and the purpose of the cooperation is to let Zhang Shihao teach them how to generate intelligence.

"How about this, we report the intelligence first?"

"It's too late! According to the above itinerary, our best place to intercept and snipe is Buin Island, and the best time is around eight o'clock. Now it's less than ten hours away from eight o'clock. Considering that we need to arrange the execution formation of the snipe and the flight time of the execution formation, we don't have time to wait for approval!"

"That's right - if the intelligence is wrong, our trip will be in vain, but if the intelligence is correct, the benefits will be incalculable! Gentlemen, don't hesitate!"

"Okay! Let's execute it! Prepare a P-38 squadron immediately. I want the best naval pilots to participate in this mission!"

……

A squadron of 18 P-38s was quickly dispatched, and after flying 430 miles at an ultra-low altitude in radio silence, they arrived at the target airspace, then dispersed and laid a large ambush network.

At 8:43 Beijing time and 9:43 Tokyo time, a formation of Japanese aircraft broke into the ambush network prepared by the US flying squadron - this was a formation consisting of two Mitsubishi land attack transport aircraft and six Zero lighters.

Following an order from the U.S. squadron commander, eighteen P-38s swooped down on the Japanese formation and the battle began.

An American lieutenant named Lexi flew his plane towards a land attack transport plane. As Lieutenant Lexi shot at the enemy plane, the land attack transport plane with the hull number T1-323 finally emitted black smoke and fell into the jungle on the ground amid Lexi's triumphant laughter.

After seeing the enemy plane fall, Lex operated his plane to fight with other Japanese planes again, unaware that after his shooting, the famous Yamamoto Isoroku was killed by him. (End of this chapter)