Anti-Japanese War Espionage: I Have an Omniscient Perspective

After returning from the French Concession New District, Lin Rui went straight back to Lianhua Film Studio. Zhou Zhitang should have already taken his people to their lodgings by now, so it wasn't appropriate for him to go there at this time; he should wait until at least tomorrow.

He returned to Lianhua Film Studio.

A madman is lying asleep to the right of the film studio entrance.

This man has made the area outside the film studio his home. He chases away other homeless people who come near, but he knows to hide when the police come.

This person is becoming more and more interesting. He probably has some mental issues, but he can still think normally sometimes.

Recalling the gunshot wounds and knife scars he had observed on the man's body using his supernatural abilities over the past few days, Lin Rui became increasingly certain that the man must be a soldier who had fought on the Shanghai-Nanjing battlefield.

He had also fought in the war zone north of the Suzhou Creek and had a natural affinity for those soldiers.

In the future, such people should be called war trauma syndrome. In peacetime, they will be treated and cared for by the government. But now, even many soldiers cannot get their pay, let alone these people.

The winter solstice of 37 is just a few days away. Winters in Shanghai are quite cold, and it's hard for people to get through the winter wearing only thin clothes.

Lin Rui walked over and squatted down.

Where are you from?

The madman opened his eyes and saw that it was Lin Rui, who had given him money to buy food, but he didn't get angry.

He replied hesitantly, "Guilin."

His accent is completely different from that of people from Jiangsu and Zhejiang; it sounds somewhat like Sichuan dialect, but it's not quite.

Lin Rui, who came from the future, knew that this accent was collectively known as Southwestern Mandarin, and that many people in the entire Southwest region had this accent, but there would be some differences depending on the place.

Generally speaking, if you can understand Sichuan dialect, you can also understand other Southwestern Mandarin accents.

"Guilin, Guangxi is very far from here. How did you get here?" Lin Rui asked.

The madman sat up, brushed aside his messy hair, revealing a long scar on his forehead.

"I came to fight. The cannons were all dead when I woke up."

Although his words were somewhat incoherent, Lin Rui understood.

"Your unit was shelled by the Japanese, suffering heavy casualties. You woke up to find everyone else dead?"

"Yes, yes." The madman nodded frantically, tears streaming from his eyes.

Lin Rui pondered.

Of the Guangxi soldiers, only the 21st Group Army of the Guangxi Army fought in Shanghai.

That was in October.

Although this unit was poorly equipped, it fought bravely and was sent to the front line in the Yunzaobang area to resist the Japanese landing.

Shanghai has two east-west rivers: the Yunzaobang River to the north and the Suzhou Creek to the south.

After landing at Baoshan, the Japanese army had to cross the Yunzaobang River to attack the urban area of ​​Shanghai. Therefore, the most intense part of the entire Battle of Shanghai was in the Yunzaobang River area.

Countless Chinese soldiers died on those battlefields, and the Guangxi Army, where the madman was stationed, was among them.

Lin Rui sighed inwardly and asked, "Where are your troops? Why didn't they retreat with you?"

"They're all dead, I'm the only one left alive," the madman repeated.

At that moment, Fang Wencai understood the devastation from his words.

He was the only survivor on the entire battlefield.

That position likely saw the death of an entire regiment or brigade, demonstrating the ferocity of the battle.

Lin Rui stretched out his hand: "Get up and come with me."

The madman's eyes flickered, fearing Lin Rui's gaze.

"I know you're not crazy, it's just that nobody cares about you. Get up, I'll take you somewhere."

The honest words moved the madman, who raised his head and said, "My name is Huang Dazhu. If you give me food, I'll work for you."

Lin Rui nodded, not minding that the other person was dirty, and helped him up.

Inside the film studio, Chen Shan, who had been watching the madman closely, saw Lin Rui pull the madman away. He was puzzled but dared not stop him, so he just watched as Lin Rui led the madman away.

"What's going on?" he asked, puzzled.

"What's that person muttering to himself?" Zhao Erzhu came out from the gatehouse.

"It's nothing." Chen Shan didn't want to argue with Zhao Erzhu about this, so he turned around and went upstairs.

Lin Rui led the madman named Huang Dazhu northward along Beile Street. Lin Rui was in front, and the madman was behind, keeping a distance of three or four meters.

After walking for a while, they arrived at the alley where the patriotic students had rehearsed. Lin Rui turned in and went straight to the warehouse in the alley that the students had rented.

He has taken over this place, which is perfect for settling Huang Dazhu.

Opening the warehouse door, Lin Rui turned to Huang Dazhu: "This is where you'll be staying. It's getting cold; you can't stay outside. Come in."

Huang Dazhu followed Lin Rui into the room, looking around curiously.

Lin Rui pulled out a handful of copper coins from the inside pocket of his long robe: "Take this money, buy some winter clothes, take a bath, and use the rest to buy food."

Huang Dazhu reached out and took the copper coin with both hands, nodding vigorously: "Master, I'll work for you from now on."

Lin Rui nodded: "You stay here for the next few days and don't wander off. I'll come see you when I have time. Oh, and here's the key too."

After saying that, he handed the key to Huang Dazhu and turned to leave.

Holding the copper coin, Huang Dazhu walked out of the room, watching Lin Rui's departing figure, his eyes welling up with tears again.

...........

Back at the film studio, Lin Rui had dinner with his crew, briefly discussed the day's events, and then went their separate ways.

Chen Shan hesitated, but ultimately remained silent.

After a night, Lin Rui got up early, washed up, and left without having breakfast at the film studio.

He went to Luban Road and bought two steamers of steamed buns along the way, along with some seasonings and pickled vegetables. The bun shop assistant packed them in oil paper, tied them with hemp rope, and handed them to him.

Carrying breakfast, Lin Rui arrived at the alley. The alley was bustling with activity. Several families were crammed into the small space, and they had to squeeze sideways to walk.

In such an environment, even if a few more people were in the houses on the east side of the alley, no one would care.

Lin Rui knocked on the door.

The door opened from the inside, and Zhou Zhitang, seeing Lin Rui, stepped aside and said, "Come in quickly."

When Lin Rui entered the room, he saw six people standing inside.

Zhou Zhitang introduced, "These are my brothers, we've been through thick and thin together on the battlefield, you can rest assured."

Lin Rui nodded and handed the two bundles of steamed buns to Zhou Zhitang: "I bought this breakfast on the way. You guys probably haven't eaten yet."

"We haven't eaten yet. Brothers, let's eat." Zhou Zhitang placed the breakfast on the table, and the six men eagerly opened it, even giving Zhou Zhitang a portion to eat first.

Lin Rui deliberately said, "I didn't know how many people were here when I came, so I bought too little."

"It's okay, we'll go out to eat later, let's fill our stomachs first."

The group gathered around the table, picked up steamed buns, and ate them with pickled vegetables.

Zhou Zhitang picked up a black cloth to wipe his hands; it was the same cloth he had used to wrap the gun yesterday.

After wiping his hands, he said, "I was indeed hungry earlier, and it was my rudeness not to introduce everyone. This brother is an old acquaintance from the Qingpu training camp, and he's also cooperating with us on this operation. He knows the situation in Yongfeng Village best. I talked to him yesterday and discussed several plans. I personally prefer a direct confrontation. We'll kill Lu Dahong with a hail of bullets on his way back. As for a suitable place to make the move, Brother Chen, do you have any good suggestions?"

Then, Lin Rui walked to a wall in the room and used a dagger to carve on the wall.