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"political commissar!"

"Good lad, you've become a battalion commander! That's impressive!"

Zheng Yingqi was in the Second Division, while Zhao Gang had another post. Therefore, the two did not set off together. Instead, they were brought together by comrades from the local guerrillas when they entered the Kuomintang-controlled area and were near Nanjing.

After several years apart, Zhao Gang was filled with emotion when he met Zheng Yingqi, his old subordinate and acquaintance.

Back when he was in prison in Shanghai, he always felt that this overseas Chinese was full of boastful talk and didn't seem like a reliable person. In the blink of an eye, the other party had become a battalion commander with outstanding military achievements. As for being unreliable—the two of them joined the Independent Regiment together, and Zheng Yingqi had never done anything unreliable.

Faced with the old political commissar's praise, Zheng Yingqi remained as modest as ever: "Hehe, when there are no tigers in the mountains, I, the monkey, am just the king."

Seeing Zheng Yingqi still so modest, Zhao Gang chuckled and said, "If Old Li heard you say that, he'd probably curse you out!"

The image of his old partner angrily cursing flashed through his mind, and Zhao Gang couldn't help but laugh again. The days he spent working with Lao Li were truly memorable.

Seeing the old political commissar's expression, Zheng Yingqi knew what he was thinking, so he didn't disturb him. It wasn't until Zhao Gang came back to his senses that he started catching up with him again. After some casual conversation, the two inevitably talked about the mission.

Without a doubt, Zheng Yingqi, like Zhao Gang, was sent there "for no apparent reason" and knew nothing about the details of the mission.

Seeing this, Zhao Gang curiously guessed:
"What kind of mission could be so mysterious? It can't be that we're being sent to work in the Kuomintang army, can it?"

After saying that, he couldn't help but laugh. How could such an absurd thing happen?

Zheng Yingqi smiled, but a sudden thought struck him. Ever since his superiors transferred him away from the Second Division without explanation, his intuition told him that it was very likely related to his "fellow villager". Now even the old political commissar was completely baffled, so the possibility that it was related to his "fellow villager" was at least 98%!
Looking at Zhao Gang, who was still chuckling, Zheng Yingqi couldn't help but recall Zhao Gang's infiltration of the enemy camp to persuade a Nationalist general to defect in the original timeline, and a thought suddenly struck him:
Could it be that this fellow villager wants to get Political Commissar Zhao into the Nationalist Army?

Thinking about the status of "fellow villagers" in the Nationalist army, he felt it was more and more likely.

Zhao Gang, unaware of Zheng Yingqi's thoughts and too lazy to consider what the mission actually was, simply instructed Zheng Yingqi:
"The guerrilla comrades will no longer escort us. We will have to travel alone from now on. This is a Kuomintang-controlled area. We must ensure that our words and actions are in accordance with our current status and that we do not make any mistakes, understand?"

Zhao Gang couldn't help but recall when they were in Shanghai, Zheng Yingqi said, "At worst, I'll escort you out of here." At the time, he thought it was Zheng Yingqi being unreliable, but later he realized that it was purely the young man's confidence!

A mistake?

Zheng Yingqi barely suppressed a laugh. Next, we'll be entering Nanjing's influence zone. Our fellow villagers have worked so hard for so many years, why should we worry about this?
"I know."

……

Nanjing.

In Nanjing in the twelfth lunar month, the air is filled with the festive atmosphere of the New Year. If it weren't for the huge money bags that people carry when they go out, this abundant festive atmosphere would be enough to make people forget what kind of world this is.

It may look glamorous, but it's only superficially glamorous. In areas that many Nanjing residents avoid, large numbers of poor people gather, numbly and desperately waiting for the same monotonous days to pass.

The festive atmosphere of the New Year has nothing to do with them.

Why are there so many areas in Nanjing that people avoid at this time?
Because there, even now, countless souls still wail in despair. The wheels of time have rolled over their bodies, and they have decayed, but that despair still echoes.

Therefore, people in Nanjing avoid this place like the plague, and even police officers and gang members will not choose to come to this area filled with the aura of death.

Countless impoverished people, whose homes were destroyed, settled in these areas, living numb and desperate lives.

Here, under the same sky as Nanjing, where the festive atmosphere of the Lunar New Year is strong, we are in two different worlds.

When Zhao Gang arrived here with Zheng Yingqi, his first thought was to give up all his possessions to save these starving people. However, reason stopped him from acting impulsively. He quietly pulled Zheng Yingqi aside, and the two of them squatted down on the spot with gloomy expressions, remaining silent for a long time.

Such a situation would not occur in the liberated areas—because the people in the liberated areas had all received the land they depended on for survival.

In the Kuomintang-controlled areas, the existence of the landlord class, whose legitimacy has been whitewashed by some people in later generations, meant that these refugees had nowhere to go.

Both of them were so heavy that they had no desire to speak, and they just stayed there quietly until a somewhat lonely figure appeared behind them.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Although Zheng Yingqi remained silent, he was still very wary. When a voice suddenly came from behind him, his alarm bells went off—he hadn't even realized someone had touched him from behind!

But the voice was so familiar that he couldn't forget it. He turned around and, sure enough, saw his "fellow villager" in slight disguise, the infamous Zhang Shih-hao, a top secret agent of the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics.

Zheng Yingqi nodded slightly: "It has been a long time."

He had tricked this fellow villager before – when he went to Shanghai, he shamelessly begged the villager to procure a batch of rocket launchers.

But his fellow villagers also tricked him, specifically naming him and sending him to a "joint training camp"—a joint training camp run by the US military, the National Revolutionary Army, and the Eighth Route Army and the New Fourth Army.

But as a fellow villager, Zheng Yingqi understood all too well the purpose of his fellow villager organizing this joint training camp—even while the war was still raging, his fellow villager was already preparing for ten years later, and he was truly inferior in terms of strategic planning.

After greeting his fellow villagers, Zhang Anping turned to Zhao Gang and said, "Mr. Li—no, I should call you Mr. Zhao now, it's been a long time."

Zhao Gang was stunned when he heard the title "Mr. Li," which reminded him of a pseudonym he once used:
Li Guoqiang.

Zhao Gang asked in confusion, "Have we met before?"

Zheng Yingqi, who was standing nearby, quickly said, "Shanghai, he's the one who fed us the medicine."

Zhao Gang was taken aback. His memory was exceptional; the person who had given them the drug to fake their death in Shanghai was definitely not this one.

"I'm just good at disguising myself—Political Commissar Zhao, back when this kid went to Shanghai, he was always getting rocket launchers, and he even used your name."

Zhang Anping deliberately made a sarcastic remark about his fellow villager, and Zhao Gang was completely relieved. He stepped forward to shake hands with Zhang Anping and said somewhat embarrassedly:
"We were too hasty back then, and we're very sorry for the trouble we caused you."

Zhao Gang initially agreed to send Zheng Yingqi to Shanghai to work on rocket launchers—but he couldn't persuade Lao Li otherwise and had no choice but to agree.

As a result, not long after Zheng Yingqi arrived in Shanghai, headquarters sent someone to the brigade headquarters to ask him to write down Zheng Yingqi's resume. Zhao Gang was terrified at the time. Although he kept the matter to himself due to confidentiality, when Zhang Anping deliberately brought it up, the sealed memory was revived, and Zhao Gang had a rough guess—a rough guess of the identity of the person in front of him.

"We were all fighting the Japanese, so why apologize? I was just too nervous at the time—haha, Comrade Zhao Gang, I was just planning to write a report about this place and organize some resources to rescue these poor people, so I asked to meet you here. I'm sorry, please forgive me."

Zhao Gang said with a smile, "This place is great; it's perfect because the spies' claws can't reach here."

As soon as he said that, Zheng Yingqi broke down and burst out laughing, leaving Zhao Gang completely bewildered. He gave Zheng Yingqi a warning look, but Zheng Yingqi only laughed more unrestrainedly.

Zhang Anping glared at his "unreliable" fellow villager with annoyance, then sat down without any regard for etiquette.

"Comrade Zhao Gang, let's get down to business."

Zhao Gang instantly perked up. Although he had appeared calm throughout the journey, he was actually incredibly curious about the mission—from receiving the order until now, he knew absolutely nothing about it, which meant that this mission was extraordinary.

“Please speak.” Zhao Gang sat down on the ground, deliberately using the formal “you” in his address.

Zheng Yingqi, who was standing to the side, also sat down curiously. He wondered how his fellow villager had managed to trick him this time.
"The reason I called you here is to have you go to the traffic police headquarters."

Zhang Anping slowly said, "Xu Baichuan of the Traffic Police Corps recently completely abandoned the Kuomintang and chose the light. Your main task at the Traffic Police Corps is to integrate our comrades there and cooperate with Xu Baichuan's work. I will try to find a way in Nanjing to gather the strength of the Traffic Police Corps together. When the time is right, you will cooperate with Xu Baichuan to lead this force to switch sides and fully integrate into the People's Liberation Army." Zhao Gang gasped. No wonder the organization had kept it a secret all along; he had been kept in the dark until now. It turned out to be such a crucial mission!
"I understand!" he said solemnly without making excuses.
"I will do everything in my power to cooperate with his work!"

Zhang Anping was very satisfied with Zhao Gang's cautious attitude. He smiled and said, "Comrade Zhao Gang, countless comrades will be cooperating with you this time. It's not like you're going through hell and high water, so don't feel too much pressure—hey, how's your memory?"

The last sentence was addressed to his fellow villager, who also appeared shocked.

Zheng Yingqi replied modestly, "It's alright, a little bit better than the Xu Sanduo you know."

"Comrade Zhao Gang, Comrade Zheng Yingqi, you must remember what I'm about to say—"

Zhang Anping then began to tell his story.

What are we going to talk about?
Of course, it's about information and secret codes from one's own comrades in the traffic police headquarters.

At first, Zhao Gang and Zheng Yingqi listened calmly while constantly reinforcing their memory. But as they listened, Zhao Gang started sweating first, and soon the "humble" fellow villager also started sweating.

On the one hand, I was amazed by the content, and on the other hand, I was severely mentally exhausted.

What's shocking is that the former Loyal Salvation Army, now the Traffic Police Corps, has its own people as its commander-in-chief, deputy commander-in-chief (Tan), and chief of staff (Li)...

The mental strain was severe because Zhang Anping had already given seven people the contact codes—each person had three different contact methods, including codes, packing, items, etc., all of which needed to be memorized. It was incredibly mentally taxing to memorize them word for word in a short period of time.

Judging from Zhang Anping's state, it seems this is only just beginning...

Fortunately, Zhang Anping was considerate and gave the two time to rest and strengthen their memories. After they caught their breath, he began to "torture" them again.

There were a total of sixteen people, and a total of forty-eight different docking methods.

These sixteen people were involved in eight different intelligence groups, with two contacts in each group—meaning that Zhang Anping had "buried" eight independent intelligence groups within the entire traffic police force.

I don't know how many people are in an intelligence group, but the sixteen people Zhang Anping mentioned are at least lieutenant colonels, and they are lieutenant colonels in actual service—as the head of an intelligence group, such a position must have a lot of people under him.

In other words, these eight groups involve an extremely large network—because the positions of the heads of these eight groups mean that these eight groups must be present in every aspect of the entire traffic police force!
It's hard to say exactly how big it is before we know the details, but our intuition tells us that the traffic police headquarters, from top to bottom, probably has... countless people who have changed their colors!
Finally, after Zhang Anping finished speaking, the two did not feel relieved. Instead, they closed their eyes and began to strengthen their memory. It took more than two hours for Zheng Yingqi to complete the memory strengthening and engrave every word Zhang Anping said into his memory. Zhao Gang, on the other hand, was still struggling to memorize it.

“You…” Zheng Yingqi looked at his fellow villager who was writing in his notebook with a complicated expression. He couldn’t imagine how many of these secret codes his fellow villager had memorized.

Zhang Anping put down his pen and looked at his fellow villager with a strange look—everyone has a system, but your system doesn't seem to be very effective!
Zheng Yingqi couldn't stand that look. I was just being modest, but you can't look at me like that!
"What the hell did you write? Let me see!"

Without any hesitation, he snatched the notebook from Zhang Anping's hand and glanced at it:
"Suggestions for assistance and rectification of disaster-stricken areas in Xiaguan wasteland?"

"Tsk tsk, is this something you need to worry about? You truly are a loyal subject of the Party and the State!"

Faced with his fellow villager's teasing, Zhang Anping responded with a sneer, "What do you know?"

Unfortunately, Zhao Gang was there, so the two couldn't have a direct, tit-for-tat exchange of criticism. Instead, they chatted casually about other things that could be discussed.

This inevitably brings up the Yamamoto Special Attack Corps.

"Thanks for your concern," Zheng Yingqi complained. The Yamamoto Special Forces were originally his target, but along with Takeshita's Special Forces, they were ruined by this guy.

Isn't it just empty talk?

Zhang Anping sneered: "I heard you married Xiuqin? Congratulations."

The villagers were immediately stunned, as if they had appeared at a large-scale social death scene.

I'm so ashamed, I'm so ashamed!

The two bickered childishly for a long time, comforting each other in an unconventional way, and finally Zhao Gang "came back to life".

Zhao Gang looked at Zhang Anping with a complicated expression.

After Zhang Anping explained his mission, Zhao Gang's immediate thought was:
No matter what, even if it costs me my life, I must complete this arduous task!
When Zhang Anping said that Xu Baichuan was now one of our comrades, Zhao Gang's thoughts were:
This task is indeed not as difficult as I imagined!

But now, Zhao Gang has only one thought:
I... I've become a political commissar again!

Without a doubt, Zhao Gang now has a clear understanding of the renowned Traffic Police Corps.

The traffic police force has always been a key focus of our military. Just comparing it to the discipline of our military is enough to make people wary.

The good news is that the Nationalist Army seems to look down on the Chung Chiu Army, especially when it was replacing its weapons with American ones. The Chung Chiu Army, which was reorganized into the Traffic Police Corps, only received light weapons replacement. It was precisely because it lacked heavy equipment that the Traffic Police Corps was responsible for traffic lines and suppressing guerrillas.

Even so, our army still paid special attention to the Traffic Police Corps, with a level of concern no less than that for the Kuomintang's five main forces.

But I never expected that this unit, which our army paid special attention to, would be filled with so many comrades. This is no ordinary Nationalist army!
Most importantly, Zhao Gang understood why Zheng Yingqi had laughed so freely because of something he had said.

It's very simple, because he knows who runs the Chung-Jiu Army—who else but that person could build so many intelligence groups within the Chung-Jiu Army?
Thinking of this, Zhao Gang grasped Zhang Anping's hands in both, and said with deep emotion:
"Comrade, you've worked hard all these years!"

"Haha, Comrade Zhao Gang, your formality makes me feel quite embarrassed—" Zhang Anping said, glancing at his watch. "I should probably go now. You two wait a little longer. Another comrade will come to see you. He will be working with you then."

besides? !
Zhao Gang felt inexplicably uneasy. Could it be that he would have to memorize another string of secret codes?

I can't take it anymore, I really can't take it...

Zhang Anping left without hesitation. After shaking hands with the two men, he turned and left without looking back. Only the fellow villager was there, barely suppressing the urge to grimac, secretly wiggling his hand.

Holy crap! When we first met in Shanghai, we were evenly matched. How come ten years later, this kid almost crushed my hand?
Compared to him, my system is a complete waste!
Zhao Gang saw Zheng Yingqi struggling to move his hands and couldn't help but chuckle. Rumor had it that the person was a god of marksmanship but ridiculously bad at fighting—it turns out the rumors weren't so far-fetched after all!

No, this comrade must be hiding too much!

The two did not wait long before another comrade appeared.

"It's you!"

Zhao Gang was stunned. This comrade who made the contact was actually the infamous "Director Zheng in the Communist Army" spy who had been involved with the Kuomintang during their attack on Yan'an...

On second thought, those were all my comrades, so it doesn't seem so outrageous that another one would appear.

"Hello Comrade Zhao Gang, hello Comrade Zheng Yingqi, I am Zheng Yaoxian, it's a pleasure to meet you!"

The person who came was naturally Zheng Yaoxian, and Zheng Yaoxian met with them because of the "special armed forces".

This doesn't require the two people to memorize a secret code that they dare not misspell, but the content is just as "explosive".

After a heart-to-heart talk, Zheng Yaoxian left. After a long pause, Zhao Gang inexplicably said something to Zheng Yingqi:

"Me, the... Political Commissar of all armed forces under the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics?" (End of Chapter)