In a room on the second floor of an alley in the city, Lao Zhang and Lao Lu were sitting opposite each other. There were only two cups of tea in front of them, but neither of them had any intention of drinking tea.
The layout of the house is extremely simple. In addition to tables and stools, there is also a bed. This is where Lao Zhang lives, and it is also a small attic on the second floor.
There is a cabinet for clothes on one side, and the paint on the cabinet has peeled off a lot. On the other side, there is a stove with water heating in it.
There is a broken table next to the bed, with a few books on it. However, the table is still intact and has not been damaged. Of course, there is still some paint missing on it.
There is an open door on the opposite side, and the stove is next to the door.
"Old Zhang, a lot of people over there have been arrested. The damn Japanese have started arresting workers again. What can we do? If we don't rescue them, as soon as we get on the ship, how serious will the consequences be? You're better than
I still want to know more."
Lao Luo sighed and said helplessly. But his face was full of hatred.
"If this person is sent away, who knows how many families will be broken up?"
"I know, but our people don't have time to save him at all. I heard from people over there that he seems to be sent away tomorrow! If we call the guerrillas over now, it seems we can't make it in time!"
Lao Zhang also frowned anxiously. After all, at this point, he still had to think of a solution.
"Do you want to organize people to rescue?"
"Organize manpower, I really want to organize manpower, but do you see that our workers have such ability? How can we save them without even touching a gun?"
"Then what do you think we should do?"
"I'm going to look around and see if I can ask for help. If I can, the problem isn't that big. It's just that I..." Lao Zhang wanted to say something, but in the end he let out a long sigh.
After all, he had no way to contact Zhang Tianhao. Even if he did, he would have to wait until the newspaper published it tomorrow. Otherwise, it would be impossible to contact Zhang Tianhao.
"I'll think about it again. It's a bit late now. It's too late. If I don't send him away tomorrow, I can still ask someone to give it a try."
Lao Zhang finally shook his head.
Lao Zhang said it was nothing, but Lao Luo listened. After all, Lao Zhang wanted to rescue foreign aid, but he himself didn't know how to contact the other party, and the fastest would be tomorrow.
Lao Luo came from Yan'an and was the organizer of Shanghai's new radio station. He even had some special missions. He also served as the deputy secretary of Shanghai's underground special committee.
"Forget it, I'm going to relax. By the way, Lao Luo, I have asked me to take care of the radio station, but the time is not yet certain. After all, the radio station is too difficult to handle."
"I know, but what to do with the money? It will cost a lot of money to buy these things!"
Lao Luo also asked a little worriedly.
"I'll find a way to deal with the money issue, but it really doesn't work..."
Lao Zhang also knew in his heart that without Zhang Tianhao, he would not have been able to come up with so much money, not to mention that all the money was handed over by him.
The organization needs more money, and now it is quite difficult for them to even have a basic life. Sometimes they still have to eat twice a day, which is not always guaranteed.
It’s difficult, it’s too difficult for him.
But what can be done.
"Okay, be careful when you go out. By the way, do you want someone to follow you?"
"No, I'll just walk around. After all, there's no good solution now. We still have too few people, especially weapons personnel!"
Both Lao Zhang and Lao Luo knew that they had been severely attacked by the Japanese in Shanghai, and many comrades had died.
Lao Zhang left his residence with a depressed look on his face and walked casually on the street.
Lao Luo also had his own affairs to be busy with, and he also wanted to find someone to see if he could rescue some of the captured comrades.
After all, those are workers, the vanguard of workers they developed.
…
Lao Zhang didn't know how long he had been walking, but he walked casually from the city to the concession without realizing it.
Touching his hungry belly, he really didn't know where to go for a while. After all, no matter where he went, he didn't seem to have any purpose.
I randomly found a small beach on the roadside and sat down, then leaned on a pillar and began to take a rest while thinking about some important things.
Looking at the street with people coming and going, he felt extremely uncomfortable inside.
Not far away, there were also many people passing by Lao Zhang. After all, it was on the street. A middle-aged man sat there with a decadent look on his face, sighing.
At this moment, an unknown kind person threw a dime note in front of him and said something.
"Sir, go buy a cake first. You are hungry!"
After saying that, the woman turned and left with a sympathetic voice.
When Lao Zhang heard this, his heart almost burst out with blood. After all, he was despised, and despised quite seriously.
Think of him as a beggar.
The expression on his face changed several times, and finally he sighed, picked up the dime that the woman dropped, went to the cookie beach not far away, bought a piece of cake, and barely ate something.
"Oh, forget it, let's keep walking."
Standing in front of a tap water faucet, I drank a few sips of water, then put down all my thoughts and started walking around casually on the street again.
But he didn't know that not far behind him, someone had been following him since he came out in the morning. They had been following him for most of the day.
But this Lao Zhang has been walking aimlessly and casually, and he still looks very thoughtful.
This made the people following him want to scold him. After all, this method of following was really not feasible. The other party had no purpose, so how could he follow.
…
In a tavern at the naval base, Zhang Tianhao and Masao Chishima were chatting casually.
A lot of wine and food were also placed on the table, but the two of them did not do anything, and the food was not served. For them, eating was not that urgent.
"By the way, Mihara-kun, maybe I have to leave?"
"If you leave, should you go back to your country or go to fight elsewhere?"
"I don't know, the base is recruiting a large number of people. This is a path for me to be promoted. I don't want to miss this opportunity! I am ready to sign up, so this is the last gathering we may have!"
Masao Chishima said seriously, and his face was full of guilt.
"You were sent for training? You were originally a combat personnel, and now you want to be transferred to a combat unit?" Zhang Tianhao was also stunned when he heard this. After all, after Masao Chishima left, his life here might not be easy.
"Yes, it seems like you are participating in some kind of training!"
"Qiandao-kun, if I were you, I would never take risks. My life is already very good now. If I take risks again and go to the front line, have you thought about the consequences?"
"I have thought about it, but I am not willing to be a small logistics major. If I am transferred to the combat unit, I will also be a major. In that case, my status and status will be improved a lot."
"Well, Qiandao-kun, what you said makes sense, but you have forgotten how much battle damage the combat troops have suffered. Do you know how many battle losses there were for the army, let alone the navy? The same is true for the army.
It won’t be less, and if you use the navy to participate in the war, I don’t recommend you to sign up.”
