The meeting was disbanded. Ning Zhiheng looked at his watch. It was already noon. He quickly left the Military Intelligence Investigation Office and drove directly to his teacher He Feng's home. For such a major matter, he had to report to the teacher to make complete preparations.

Seeing Ning Zhiheng suddenly coming, He Feng and his family were a little surprised. Every time Ning Zhiheng came to his house for dinner, he would call him to notify him in advance.

Teacher He Feng was also a little surprised to see that Ning Zhiheng was wearing a military uniform. Ning Zhiheng usually came to eat in ordinary Zhongshan clothes, and he had never been so formal.

He Feng signaled to his wife Li Lan that she would prepare more dishes, and he waved his hand to let Ning Zhiheng and him come to the study.

He Feng sat down in the seat, looked at Ning Zhiheng and asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

Ning Zhiheng nodded and replied in a low voice: "I just received the order and am about to rush to the Shanghai battlefield to join the Rangers and fight directly with the Japanese army."

"What?" He Feng was shocked. He didn't expect that Ning Zhiheng would also go to the Shanghai battlefield.

The instructors of the Whampoa Military Academy are also well-informed. Of course, they know how high the war losses of the soldiers of the National Army on the Shanghai Front are now.

However, Ning Zhiheng was not the chief officer of the regular army. He was an intelligence officer engaged in intelligence and assassination. He did not expect to go to the front line.

If Ning Zhiheng goes, it is conceivable how dangerous it is.

"Well! I didn't want you to be cannon fodder on the battlefield before because it was a civil war. It was worthless to fight one's own people and die on the battlefield. But now it is a national war! Fighting against the Japanese and defending the country, the Chinese people are all responsible for it!" After a long silence, He Feng said slowly. He was naturally not afraid of fighting on the battlefield. "If I hadn't been a teacher now, I would have wanted to fight on the front line and serve the country!"

Ning Zhiheng knew that his teacher He Feng was telling the truth. He was a soldier for the first half of his life, but in the end he was sent to the Whampoa Military Academy to be an instructor. He was idle for many years and naturally couldn't bear the depression in his heart. He always wanted to lead his troops again, gallop on the battlefield, and show his ambitions.

Ning Zhiheng nodded slightly and said with a smile: "I can understand the teacher's mood. Maybe one day I can get what I want."

Ning Zhiheng continued: "I will set off soon and come to say goodbye to the teacher."

He Feng nodded. He had been an instructor at the Whampoa Military Academy for many years, but not many of them were disciples. Among them, Ning Zhiheng was the most in line with his thoughts. He always treated him like his son and nephew. Ning Zhiheng never concealed him and acted like his father. But suddenly, he knew that he was really going to the battlefield like a flesh-and-blooded grinding wheel in Shanghai, and his worries were still hard to let go.

Ning Zhiheng said again: "Students have one more thing to ask for!"

"you say!"

Ning Zhiheng took a deep breath and said slowly: "This time I go to Shanghai, the future is uncertain. I have no other concerns. Only my parents and brothers can settle down in Chongqing. My family is prosperous and I don't have to worry about livelihoods. But I am afraid that people will be coveted in troubled times. If Zhiheng has an unexpected situation, I hope the teacher will take care of you!"

He Feng felt sad when he heard this. Ning Zhiheng was making arrangements for what was happening behind him in advance. It is conceivable that he had already made preparations for sacrifice.

He stood up and came to Ning Zhiheng, patted his big hand on his shoulder, and nodded solemnly and said, "You are naturally relieved. With my strength, it is not difficult to protect your family. Don't worry too much, but you should be more careful on the battlefield and strive for a safe return!"

The teacher and student talked for a long time before leaving the study room and having lunch with their families. During the meal, Ning Zhiheng chatted and laughed calmly as usual, without any abnormality.

But the teacher's wife Li Lan felt a special atmosphere keenly. It was not until Ning Zhiheng said goodbye and left that he came to He Feng and asked in a low voice: "Does Zhiheng go to the front line?"

He Feng's eyebrows moved, he looked at his wife and said, "Did you see it?"

Li Lan sighed softly: "He is like you. Every time he goes to the battlefield, he pretends to be fine, but I can feel the reluctance he left when he leaves."

Ning Zhiheng handled what he had at hand to Zhao Jiang this afternoon, and told him some key points of work. He returned to his home with the Zuo brothers and sisters at night.

Several people sat down in the room, and Zuo Rou couldn't wait to ask: "Young Master, this time you all go to Shanghai, I want to go with you, I don't want to be separated from you!"

Today, when Zuo Rou heard that Ning Zhiheng and her brother and brother were going to the Shanghai front line, she felt like she was lost. Her most important relatives in this world were these three people. This is the pillar of her life, so she naturally refused to separate from them.

But how could Ning Zhiheng and the Zuo brothers be willing to let Zuo Rou, a woman, go to the battlefield?

Zuo Gang and Zuo Qiang persuaded him a few words, but no matter what, Zuo Rou insisted on going together.

Finally, Ning Zhiheng was impatient and frowned and said, "You are a soldier now, so you naturally know the truth that military orders are as good as a mountain. How can you play tricks? Besides, hundreds of thousands of troops are on your side, and we are not as dangerous as we imagined when we go to Shanghai. After the war, we will naturally be able to reunite!"

Seeing Ning Zhiheng's unhappy expression, Zuo Rou immediately did not dare to say anything more. Finally, she bit her lip and said, "Today, our telecommunications team leader said that our telecommunications equipment should be transferred immediately and transported to Wuhan for reinstallation. We need a group of personnel to evacuate Nanjing in advance. Can we not be able to defend it? This is Nanjing City?"

Ning Zhiheng felt relieved when he heard Zuo Rou's words. It seemed that the Zuozhao was not unaware that the national army had already found it difficult to recover the situation and had already begun to arrange the evacuation work.

This is good news, which shows that the attendees have a clear understanding from the bottom of their hearts, and have not blindly struggled to fight to the death, and have suppressed all their strength. In this way, the combat style in Shanghai can be more flexible. As long as they are not fighting hard, there is still a great chance of surviving!

After comforting Zuo Rou and sending Zuo brothers and sisters out, Ning Zhiheng calmed down and sorted out his thoughts. This time he went to Shanghai, there was not a chance of survival. The last hundreds of thousands of troops of the National Army fled back. As long as he was careful, he could evacuate safely.

I think with the character and vision of the seat, I would not consume all this hard-earned armed force on the battlefield of Songhu. The most important thing is to persevere until the end and until the moment of evacuation.

Before leaving, I still have some things to deal with. First of all, a huge sum of money in my safe must be dealt with. In times of trouble, I have no money in my hands, but I have no courage. It turns out that he wants to bring this money to Wuhan or Chongqing for self-defense, but now he is rushing to the front line and cannot decide whether to live or die. What else do you need to do? It is better to hand over this money to people who can use it.

Speaking of which, I haven't contacted the farmer for a while, mainly because he has gone to Hangzhou and Shanghai in the past few months to complete two difficult operations. After he came back, he devoted all his energy to checking radio waves, and there was no need to contact him.

For safety reasons, Ning Zhiheng would not contact the farmers easily as long as it was not important information about the underground party. However, this time it was different. His life and death were unpredictable and he might never be able to contact him again. He always had to give the farmers an explanation. Secondly, even if he came back alive, he was afraid that things would change in Nanjing. If he wanted to contact the farmers, it would be difficult to connect to this line again.

You should know that over the past month, many citizens in Nanjing have begun to leave Nanjing and flee to mainland cities, but many refugees from Shanghai are crowded to Nanjing again. As soon as they enter and exit, the number of citizens staying in Nanjing has not changed much, but the number of people has become large.

He couldn't take care of much, but fortunately he knew clearly the true identity of Fang Boyi, an important figure in the Nanjing underground party.

Professor at Nanjing University! Famous Jinshi Master! As an underground worker, each of these identities is very precious and can withstand the concealment of identity. It will be of great benefit to Fang Boyi's future work. Fang Boyi will not give up easily. Moreover, the evacuation of Nanjing University will not be small, so it is definitely easy to find. As long as you find Nanjing University yourself, you will not be afraid of not being able to find Fang Boyi. You can also follow this line and find a farmer.

Ning Zhiheng opened his safe and took out all the items inside.

There are two portraits, these are portraits of the characters read from Huang Xiansheng's memory, one is his Japanese instructor, and the other is a woman Huang Xiansheng used to threaten and instigate Lin Mucheng.

As for the other portraits, he has been burned down one after another because they have no value.

What remains is the 25,000 pounds Zhao Ziliang brought back from Hangcheng this time. He also had his own plans for the purpose of this huge sum of money.

He took a small suitcase and put two portraits and 10,000 pounds in it. These items could be handed over to Zuo Rou. If something happened to him and the Zuo brothers on the battlefield in Shanghai, the money, coupled with the savings of the Zuo brothers and sisters, would be enough to make Zuo Rou live in the future.

As for the remaining 15,000 pounds, they must be handed over to the farmers as funds for the underground party's activities. As for himself, he only needs these two Browning pistols with him.

It was still the same as before. Ning Zhiheng quietly waited for the time to pass until late at night. He stood up, carried the suitcase in his hand, and quietly left the door.

Nanjing City in the middle of the night now looks increasingly dark. Because many power companies have been blown up by Japanese planes, the street lights on the road have long become decorations, the streets are dark and incredible, the houses on both sides of the street are not lighted, and there is no pedestrian on the street.

Ning Zhiheng walked quickly and soon arrived at Qingshi Tea House.

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, It's a very different place here than a few months ago. A large area of ​​the building opposite Qingshi Tea House collapsed, and the streets were covered with broken bricks and rubble, which made it very ruined.

The signboard of Qingshi Tea House has disappeared, but the overall building is still not damaged. Ning Zhiheng couldn't help but feel nervous. Could it be that the farmer has evacuated? In this way, his contact with the underground party has been completely cut off. He can't find Fang Boyi's home directly, right?
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