My spy diary

Chapter 267 Untitled (please vote for me)

"Director, our brothers in Shanghai have spotted Zheng Huhe."

First Division, Military Intelligence Division.

Director Yang Rong sat on the sofa, drinking tea while listening to the work report of the new Chief of the Intelligence and Information Section, Cao Shuyi.

He waited anxiously for Cao Shuyi to get to the point, but there was no further news.

Yang Rong smacked his lips twice in anger and put down his teacup. "Zheng Huhe was your subordinate before, how come you didn't realize he was a member of the Red Party? Now you're just asking about trivial matters, it's useless!"

Cao Shuyi also looked helpless: "I am ashamed of my humble position."

"Okay, let's talk about something useful. I went through a lot of trouble to get the director to assign the spy shares to the Intelligence Department, not so that you can keep an eye on a few Red Party members who have escaped. That is the responsibility of the Second Department. Your responsibility is to prevent the activities of enemy spies and traitors, so the most urgent task is to solve a few major cases. Only in this way can you secure your position as section chief, and I can speak with confidence in front of the director."

Yang Rong raised his hand, picked up a booklet and handed it over, saying:
"Take a look. This is the 'Common Sense for Special Agents' handout compiled by Yu Lexing, deputy director of the Linli training class. Specifically for intelligence professionals, the collection, editing, analysis, and classification of intelligence are more complete than before and quite innovative. You can refer to it. The boss has high hopes for this class, and the graduates will definitely be promoted and employed. The younger generation will push the older generation forward, so don't let them step on your feet in the future."

"The teaching materials compiled by Commander Yu must have some merits. I will definitely study them carefully." Cao Shuyi said this but his eyes were full of disdain. A group of rookies want to catch up? They are just dreaming!
"How is the establishment of the Intelligence Division going? When will the results be released?"

"The backbone members have all gone to the operations department. The ones left are just office workers. It will probably take some time for them to achieve results."

"It will take some time? When will that be?" Yang Rong was somewhat resentful, staring at Cao Shuyi and asked:

"Didn't you get any information about Japanese spies and traitors before?"

"This." Cao Shuyi looked embarrassed and hesitated for a moment: "There are no Japanese spies, but there are negative comments."

Yang Rong's eyes lit up: "What do you mean?"

"I recently heard that some people in the upper echelons have formed a low-key club with Vice President Wang as the center, and they often get together. Moreover, Mrs. Wang often calls herself the first lady. Now that Mr. Wang has lost his position as the president of the Executive Yuan, she is very dissatisfied and often organizes some women's gatherings to criticize the president."

"That's enough!" Yang Rong slapped the sofa and scolded, "I asked you to investigate spies and traitors, not to seek death. If you want to die, don't drag me into it. Mr. Wang is a veteran of the Guo Party and the second-in-command. It's normal for him to complain after losing his position as the Premier. The Chairman will turn a blind eye. The overall situation is the most important. Don't make trouble for no reason. Remove those scouts of yours."

"Didn't you say that the most urgent task is to solve a few major cases?" Cao Shuyi complained in his heart and said:
"Yes, please give me your instructions on how the Intelligence and Support Department should carry out its work next."

Yang Rong glared at him and reminded him, "Now that you have taken over the Intelligence Division, you have not only accepted its authority, but also its previous business. Are there any unfinished clues in the previous Japanese spy cases? Where are those Japanese spies who were turned against the government now, and what are they doing? Aren't these resources? Aren't these clues?"

"Thank you for your guidance." Cao Shuyi understood that this was a direct attempt to uncover the roots of Zhang Yi's spy involvement.

"Will Deputy Director Zhang agree?"

"Just say that this is what the director and I meant." Yang Rong sneered. He believed that Zhang Yi would not ruin his relationship with the Intelligence Department just because of a few Japanese spies who defected.

"woo woo woo woo."

An air raid alarm suddenly sounded in the middle of the night. In just a moment, the bombers had arrived over Wuhan. The roar was like the sound of waves, and the sound of bombing resounded throughout the city.

The people in the Operations Department panicked and ran to the nearby air-raid shelter. Monkey and Qian Xiaosan pushed open the door of Zhang Yi's office and said anxiously, "Director, go to the air-raid shelter quickly."

"Don't worry." Zhang Yi stood in front of the window and looked at the lights in the distance that went out in an instant, wondering: "Why did the Japanese army suddenly bomb, and bomb indiscriminately?"

Since the capture of the Japanese weather spy and the defeat of the Japanese bombers last time, the Japanese bombing has been significantly reduced. Why is the bombing so ostentatiously this time?
There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Zhang Yi always felt that there was something fishy going on here.

"Director, who knows what the Japanese are trying to do. Let's go to the air-raid shelter quickly." Monkey said as he pulled Zhang Yi towards the air-raid shelter without hesitation.

The area outside the Operations Department's office had long been in chaos. With the incessant bombing, there were ruins everywhere and the scene was filled with grief. It was horrible to watch.

Refugees crowded into the small air-raid shelter. As soon as Zhang Yi entered, he felt that some eyes were staring at him. He turned around and saw Cao Shuyi from the Intelligence Department talking to three or five people.

"Deputy Director Zhang, I didn't expect to meet you here unexpectedly. I just happen to have something to discuss with you."

"What's the matter? Tell me!" Zhang Yi asked casually.

"You also know that I am now in charge of the Intelligence Department. I hope that Deputy Director Zhang can support my work."

"Of course I support you. As long as your intelligence department provides us with intelligence, we can arrest people right now. For example, the bombing tonight was particularly strange. Shouldn't the intelligence department check if there are any Japanese spies or traitors lurking on the ground to provide support?"

Cao Shuyi avoided the main point and said, "We will naturally investigate this matter, but we are looking for Deputy Director Zhang now because of other things. It is said that Deputy Director Zhang has several Japanese spies who have rebelled. Are these people... Alas, I also know that this matter is a bit difficult, but the Bureau Chief and Director Yang have spoken, so I can only follow their orders. I hope Deputy Director Zhang can understand."

Upon hearing this, Monkey and Qian Xiaosan immediately became angry.

Qian Xiaosan snorted coldly and said, "Cao, we were the ones who arrested and interrogated the people, and we also took great pains to complete the work of subversion. What qualifications do you have to sit back and enjoy the fruits of your labor?"

Monkey said, "Yes, they only know our Director. If we contact someone else, it will be hard to convince them. Besides, they are hiding inside the enemy and are already frightened birds. If we suddenly contact someone else, they might have other ideas."

"You can't say that, right? Speaking of professionalism, our Intelligence Department is professional in the arrangement of secret agencies, liaisons, distribution of intelligence networks, methods of intelligence transmission, and the use of undercover agents. So the person is absolutely safe in our hands. In the final analysis, it's all for work and for the Military Intelligence Bureau. I hope Deputy Director Zhang will support it."

"Yes, it's all for work." Zhang Yi looked at Cao Shuyi deeply and stretched out his hand with a smile.

Cao Shuyi was confused: "What?"

Zhang Yi's expression suddenly fell, and he said coldly: "Of course it's a warrant or a document. Didn't you say that this was an order from the Bureau Chief and your Director Yang? Where is the document?"

According to the regulations of the Military Intelligence Bureau headquarters, all warrants written by department-level officials must be registered, have a receipt, and be archived for future reference; mere verbal statements will not work.

"This..." Cao Shuyi was dumbfounded. Everything was just a verbal order. There was no document. But seeing Zhang Yi's official attitude, he could only say angrily: "I'll give you the document tomorrow."

"Okay, as long as we have the documents, everything will be easy." Zhang Yi sneered in his heart and just replied calmly.

"Quick, everyone go to the bomb shelter."

Under the fierce bombing of enemy planes, the Wuhan Headquarters Office was also in chaos, and the guards retreated into the air-raid shelters one after another.

No one noticed that Old Ou, who was originally "disoriented" and wandering aimlessly in the crowd, had broken away from the crowd and walked towards the gate of the camp.

She had a hunched body, messy hair, cloudy and tired eyes, and was wearing a patched, washed-out coarse cloth dress with a gray apron tied around her waist.

The old woman had no obstruction all the way and soon went up to the second floor and came to the door of an office without a house number.

Just as I was about to turn the door lock, I suddenly heard footsteps next to me.

A sharp light flashed in the depths of the old woman's turbid eyes, and her body moved awkwardly a few times, accompanied by heavy breathing and coughing.

"Who's there?" A man in a Zhongshan suit with a cigarette in his mouth walked over with a frown on his face and a loaded pistol in his hand.

"Yes, it's me." The old woman looked at him fearfully and said tremblingly.

"Wang Youmei? Who asked you to come here?" After seeing the old woman's face clearly, the man couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, put away his gun, stared at her and asked.

The old woman was called Wang Youmei. She was ugly and childless. However, because she was a local and had a clean identity, after much investigation, she became a cleaner in the camp.

But she was only responsible for cleaning work near the road outside the camp and had no qualifications to enter the compound. What was she doing here at this time?
"Speak!" The man had just finished speaking, but before he could get a reply, a gust of wind came towards him.

He sneered. How could an old woman show off her sword in front of Guan Gong? Could she know martial arts?
Who exactly is this Wang Youmei? Is she crazy? How dare she attack me?

No matter who she is, we will find out after capturing her and interrogating her. If she turns out to be a hidden Japanese spy, it will be a good opportunity to make a contribution and receive a reward.

Thinking in his mind, the man's hands did not slow down at all. He slightly turned sideways to avoid the oncoming fist, and then with a clean and neat grab, he immediately grabbed the opponent's wrist.

As soon as he touched them, the man immediately realized that something was wrong. These hands were delicate and smooth, and did not look like the hands of an old cleaning woman at all.

"Who are you?" But before he could finish his words, the woman snorted coldly, and her hand slid out of the man's hand like a snake. Then she lowered her body, got rid of the man's claws, and raised one foot to kick the man's temple fiercely.

"Judo." As soon as these two words appeared in the man's mind, he fell straight to the ground.

The old woman's expression remained unchanged. She pulled out a wire from her sleeve and opened the office door neatly.

Entering the office, she pulled out a flashlight from under her apron and scanned the room, finally stopping on the safe under the filing cabinet.

It was immediately recognizable as a British-made safe. Although it had an alarm device, it used alternating current. At this moment, there was a power outage in the camp, and the alarm device had long stopped working.

There was a hint of disdain on the old woman's lips. The first time she opened this kind of safe, it only took her 14 minutes. Now it would only take less time.

Thinking of this, she took out a stethoscope and placed it on the safe, listened carefully, and then started turning the combination lock of the safe.

After several attempts, she pulled out a silver needle from her hair and inserted it into the lock core. While listening carefully to the movement, she turned the safety lock. After a while, she heard a "click" and the combination lock opened.

The old woman opened the safe and quickly found the file bag with "Plan K" written on it among a pile of documents marked "Top Secret".

She opened the red ink seal, pulled out the document, and glanced through it. Then she put the flashlight in her mouth, took out a pen and paper from her bosom, and quickly recorded it in sketch form.

After coming out of the office, the old woman became hunched over again, walked out of the camp cautiously, and merged into the messy street.

The streets were filled with strangers who had survived the disaster and corpses lying on the streets, as well as screams and cries. Lao Ou turned a blind eye to all this and walked towards the park next to him in a "dizzy" manner.

She walked all the way to a bench at the innermost part of the park. She looked around vigilantly, and seeing nothing unusual, she took out a small round bamboo tube from her arms, stuffed it under the bench, then turned and left.

A few minutes later, a man with a face covered in black smoke and dust came over.

He sat down on the bench, stretched out a hand and groped under the bench until he touched the bamboo tube left by the old woman, then he withdrew his hand and left quickly.

Silent all night.

The next morning, as soon as Zhang Yi arrived at the office, Secretary Chen, with a bandage on his head, walked in with some newspapers.

He put the newspaper on the table and said while making tea, "By the way, Director, there is an extra newspaper today. It is the Xinhua Daily published by the Red Party."

"Huh?" Zhang Yi thought he had heard it wrong. How did the Red Party's newspaper get to the Military Control Commission?

Secretary Chen explained, "It is said that the Chairman did not like this newspaper and asked the Central Bureau and the Military Bureau to restrict its distribution. However, the newspaper was printed by the public organ of the Red Party, so the Inspection Office and the Police Department could not force their way in. They could only target the newspaper boys. They thought that after beating the newspaper boys once, they would not deliver the newspapers again. But someone still delivered the newspapers the next day. Now Secretary Mao could not resist and asked the bureau to order some. Everyone above the section chief level received a copy. He asked us to study it carefully to see if there was any intelligence or illegal speech mixed in."

Zhang Yi smiled when he heard this. The Military Intelligence Bureau never charged for reading newspapers, even the Kuomintang’s Central Daily News. However, he didn’t expect that the first newspaper he paid to subscribe to would be the Xinhua Daily.

He picked up the newspaper and took a look. The headline on the front page reported that a teacher thousands of miles away had worked late into the night in a cave in Pagoda Mountain and had written a 50,000-word article - "On Protracted War".

This is a manifesto criticizing pessimistic views and calling on everyone to fight the war to the end. It does not shout empty slogans, but patiently and meticulously analyzes the social structure, advantages and disadvantages of China and Japan, and the international situation. Using careful logical reasoning, it predicts that China will not perish, but will not be able to win quickly, and proposes that the War of Resistance Against Japan is a protracted war.

To sum it up in one sentence: Don't surrender, don't underestimate the enemy, hold on to the end, and wear the Japanese out.

Zhang Yi was watching intently when suddenly the phone rang. He picked up the phone, listened to a few words, and immediately walked towards Dai Chunfeng's office.

When I arrived at the office, I found that except for Mao Qiwu, Yang Rong and Cao Shuyi from the Intelligence Department, and He Zhiyuan from the Operations Department, they were all there, sitting upright with serious expressions on their faces.

Soon, even Wei Daming, the director of the Telecommunications Department who worked independently away from home, came.

Zhang Yi immediately realized that something big had happened.

At this time, Dai Chunfeng came in from outside with a gloomy face, like an angry lion. He threw away his military cap, put his hands on his hips, and roared:
"You new officers are all very proud of your appointment, right? Did you know that a Japanese spy broke into the headquarters office last night and stole a top-secret strategic plan that the General Staff had just drawn up? The enemy can come and go freely in the headquarters without restraint. Is there any place that is safe?"

Everyone looked at each other in silence. Zhang Yi lowered his head and carefully glanced at everyone. The others were fine, but Cao Shuyi had cold sweat on his forehead and was trembling all over.

"Speak, are you dumb?" Dai Chunfeng stared at Yang Rong coldly and asked:

"What does the Intelligence Department do?"

Yang Rong looked helpless, remained silent for a while, and glanced at Cao Shuyi.

The latter pursed his lips, clenched his fists, and was about to speak, but Zhang Yi spoke first:

"Commander, I have always suspected that there was something fishy about last night's bombing. Now I am basically certain that the bombing was to support the actions of ground spies. I met Chief Cao of the Intelligence Department in the air-raid shelter last night, and I specifically reminded him to pay attention to the activities of Japanese spies."

Then he turned to Cao Shuyi and asked, "Chief Cao, after the bombing, didn't your Intelligence Department conduct an investigation?"

"This..." Cao Shuyi took a deep breath and tried to suppress the urge to curse. After receiving Yang Rong's hint, he wanted to put the blame on Zhang Yi through a series of objective reasons such as the lack of people in the spy department, but he didn't expect Zhang Yi to speak first and hit him directly with a club, and the other party was also very sure.
"Damn, you're such a badass!" Cao Shuyi cursed in his heart. Facing Boss Dai's breathtaking gaze, he was going crazy. He didn't know how to answer, so he looked at Yang Rong pleadingly. However, Director Yang looked like he was watching his nose, and didn't receive his signal at all. He just gritted his teeth and said:
"Commander, the Intelligence Division will intervene immediately and give us a result within seven days."

"Humph!" Dai Chunfeng sneered contemptuously and looked at Wei Daming: "Director Wei, was there any suspicious radio station sending messages in Wuhan last night?"

"Yes, within half an hour after the bombing, there were nine radio stations sending and receiving messages.

One is in the president's aide-de-camp, two are in the staff department, and two are in Minister Song's home and Vice President Wang's home. The Central Bureau of Investigation also has two radio stations that continue to work. The remaining one is in the Red Party Office. There is only one suspicious signal, which was sent only a few minutes before and after, and the other party was very cautious and turned off the radio without receiving a call back. "

"So the information has been passed on?" Dai Chunfeng's face became even colder, and he kept dodging on the ground. Finally, he touched his nose and stopped.

Those who knew him knew that this was the prelude to Boss Dai's rage and his desire to kill. Yang Rong said quickly:

"Director, all members of the Intelligence Department will be mobilized immediately. We can get to the bottom of this case in three days, not seven."

Dai Chunfeng did not comment, but he loosened his hand on the revolver at his waist.

Everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. It is often said that "serving a monarch is like serving a tiger", and this is never a joke. Although Dai Chunfeng is not a monarch, to the secret service kingdom of the Military Control Commission, he is no different from a devil.

With just one word from him, countless people could lose their heads.

"Hmph, if a spy can't keep his eyes and ears open and be aware of things before they happen, he's derelict in his duty. Now that the intelligence has been passed on, it's too late to say anything." Dai Chunfeng sat down on the sofa with a gloomy face.

Mao Qiwu asked cautiously: "Since the strategic plan has been leaked, can't it be changed?"

"The plan has been set and cannot be changed." Boss Dai sighed, "I think everyone knows about the bombing of the Yellow River Bridge in February, right?

The so-called Plan K and Operation K simply means one thing: dig up the Yellow River and flood the land.

In this way, the Tu Feiyuan who went south was dealt with, and the national army could concentrate on dealing with the Japanese invaders coming from Xuzhou. "

"This..." Everyone was stunned when they heard this. Anyone with a little common sense knows that if the Yellow River bursts its dike, everything will be destroyed and all lives will be lost.

"I know what you are thinking." Dai Chunfeng said expressionlessly, "All the military officers who participated in the vote on the plan were very nervous. Whether they were in favor or against, anyone could become a sinner for all eternity. Someone asked the principal on the spot, 'What if the dam is breached and still cannot stop the enemy?'"

Mao Qiwu asked: "What did the principal say?"

"The president said, 'Does the government have a complete solution?' No one responded, and in the end, the plan was passed unanimously."

"Alas, this is also a helpless move. If Wuhan falls at this moment, so many institutions and factories will not have time to move inland. We will lose our support and become lambs to be slaughtered. If we allow the Japanese to march straight in, China will surely perish." Mao Qiwu said:
"We are competing with the Japanese for the first move. In order to gain the first move, sometimes we have to give up some small gains and losses. What is important is the overall situation."

"That's right!" Yang Rong nodded and said, "As long as the plan to flood the seven armies succeeds, we can achieve the expected goals of the military plan.

First, it could not only drown the fat Japanese troops, but also force them to abandon their plan to attack Wuhan along the Pinghan Railway, thus buying time for the defense of Wuhan.

Secondly, we can indirectly achieve a scorched earth war, clear the countryside, take away everything that can be taken away, and even if we blow up what cannot be taken away, we cannot leave it to the Japanese, so as to achieve the purpose of exchanging space for time. Moreover, once the Yellow River floods, the flood area will spread to Anhui and Jiangsu, and there will be swamps everywhere, no roads, no supplies, forming a natural barrier, delaying the time for the Japanese army to open up the north-south continental transportation line. "

Zhang Yi glanced at this guy. He didn't expect that the so-called K plan was to dig up the Yellow River. Although he warned himself that many historical events or historical figures have two sides and cannot jump out of the historical environment at that time and use the "God's perspective" of the present and the future to evaluate, but when he thought of the scenes in the movie 1942, Zhang Yi couldn't help but take a deep breath and tried to suppress the discomfort. From ancient times to the present, people have always said that "war disasters are cruel, and the people are insignificant and there is nothing they can do." But people who have not experienced it can't imagine how cruel war is.
People say it is better to be a dog in peacetime than a man in troubled times.

Looking back, Plan K did achieve its intended purpose. However, the price of this kind of survival by cutting off one's arm was too high. The dam burst caused the deaths of more than 500,000 innocent people and displaced more than 10 million people.
(End of this chapter)