"China-US Daily" was founded by the CC Department of the White Party in Shanghai. It was mainly responsible for anti-Japanese propaganda. In order to ensure safety, it also specially roped in several American businessmen to become shareholders. Because it often reported wars and anti-Japanese writing style, it quickly gained a reputation.
, but it naturally attracted the attention of Li Shiqun and others.
The newspaper office often has to work very late, because the news will be published tomorrow, and everyone is busy typesetting and proofreading.
"Who are you?" "Ah, you can't go in, ah, beat someone! Someone is beating someone." "Bang"
A burst of noise came from downstairs, and everyone in the newspaper office looked at each other. A few brave men were about to open the door, but the door was kicked open. A dozen big men rushed in, beating everyone they saw and smashing things they found.
, the newspaper office was full of people with literary backgrounds, who were no match for these gangsters. They managed to resist for a few times, and then were knocked to the ground one by one. It didn’t count that these people smashed things, and a few of them took them out from nowhere.
Tin buckets filled with liquid were poured onto the reporter who fell to the ground and on his office chair.
"It's gasoline, they're going to burn us to death!!" A few smart people smelled something was wrong and shouted quickly. They looked at the people guarding the door with iron rods and laughed evilly. After several people tried to push out, they were knocked over.
Throwing it back, Wu Rencang, the founder of the newspaper, gritted his teeth and said, "Run away!"
As he spoke, he took the lead and jumped out of the window upstairs. The distance between two floors did not kill him, but his landing posture was wrong and his feet sprained. Looking at the newspaper office behind him that had turned into a sea of flames, tears of anger and fear fell from his eyes.
Come out. Before he could say anything, a pair of leather boots appeared in front of him.
"Boss Wu! Manager Wu! I have long admired your name. Come and have a cup of tea with us." Wu Rencang looked up and saw a tall and thin man. Who could he be if he wasn't Ding Mo Village?
"Dingmo Village, you traitor! You will not die!" Wu Rencang cursed through gritted teeth.
"Ah, yeah, that's a good scolding. I just want to die well, but..." Ding Mocun squatted down, took out a dagger from somewhere, and thrust it into the back of Wu Rencang's hand. Wu Rencang suddenly felt pain.
shouted.
"I'm dead... must be behind you, take him away!!" Several big men around Dingmo Village immediately lifted Wu Rencang, threw him into the car, and drove away. At this time, several foreign policemen dared to come out to save people and put out the fire.
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——Shanghai Bureau of Ministry of Industry
The management agency of the Shanghai Public Settlement is the Ministry of Industry Bureau, which is composed of the International Business Group, police, fire administration, health, public works, correspondence, education, general office, Chinese language, finance and other institutions. There are a large number of Europeans and Americans in the Ministry of Industry Bureau, as well as some
Some Chinese people became model areas for concession autonomy in the Republic of China.
At this time, in the conference room of the Ministry of Industry and Commerce Bureau, a group of people were discussing extremely angrily.
"Severe punishment! Must be severe punishment!!" A white man with a big nose slapped the table and shouted, "We are in the concession, not a war zone outside. Why do the Japanese burn houses in our concession, arrest people, or even kill people? Today they are killing people in the concession.
Can the Chinese kill us Americans in the concession tomorrow?"
A Frenchman shook his head and said, "It was not done by the Japanese. Didn't you listen to the report? It was done by a group of people who spoke Chinese. If you ask the Japanese, they will definitely tell them all. Someone recognized it.
, it should be No. 76 from the Nanjing government."
Another white man said with disapproval, "The Nanjing government is actually a puppet of the Japanese. It doesn't listen to the Japanese. Since the war started in 1937, our rights and interests in China have been declining day by day. I think we can use this opportunity to give Japan
Put a little pressure on people and let them know that this world is actually still our white people's world, so don't be too arrogant."
Listening to the British nonsense, everyone rolled their eyes. Not to mention other places, in China, if you say that Britain is better than Japan, you really think we are blind.
After discussing for a long time, the General Office finally knocked on the table and said, "That's it, go to the Japanese to warn and protest. The concession is regarded as our country's territory. If such a vicious thing happens again, we will treat it as a war."
! In addition, the police department has stepped up patrols. Especially the garrison, they must play their role and don’t let those bastards sneak in again!”
——76 Gasfield Road
This is Li Shiqun's hometown. Zhongxi Gong walked out of the car, looked at this place called the "Devil's Cave" by outsiders, narrowed his eyes slightly, and walked in.
Li Shiqun hurriedly came over and said, "Mr. Nakanishi, how are you? We did a good job, right?"
Zhongxi Gong said with a gloomy face, "The Ministry of Industry and Commerce Bureau of the concession has issued a protest and warning to the empire, saying that if you continue to do this, it will be regarded as a war, and you can no longer give them an excuse, otherwise the empire will be very passive in the world. Could it be that
Can't you just do it more quietly?"
Li Shiqun didn't expect that what he got was not a commendation, but a reprimand. He was slightly dissatisfied, but he didn't dare to say anything. He just lowered his head and said yes. The strong man behind Li Shiqun, Wu Sibao, glared at Zhongxi Gong fiercely, as if he was going to explode at any time.
Li Shiqun got up and was so frightened that Li Shiqun quickly pinched him secretly.
Nakanishi Gong continued to walk and said, "The Chinese will not give up just like this. Their revenge will come soon. You should be careful. Okay, the empire sent me here to know if you have obtained any important information or figures.
?”
Li Shiqun smiled and said, "A big shot is coming soon. We just caught one of Jason's concubines, and that guy actually gave all his guns to his concubine. That concubine also has someone outside, and he happens to be one of ours.
No, just invite him over. How tough can a **** be? He can be pried open in a few minutes, and his whereabouts will be known by then. Jason is a general under Dai Li, so he must know
A lot of inside information.”
Zhongxi Gong nodded and said with a smile, "Yo Xi, you did a good job. The Imperial Army will never forget your contribution."
The secret war continues in the bustling Shanghai Beach.
On the other side of Yan'an, Kawashima Yoshiko has been employed for more than half a month. She is naturally smart and picks up the work quickly, and she can quickly organize documents independently.
But Yoshiko Kawashima soon discovered that most of the information she had in her hands were very confidential materials, such as the resume of the company commander and the tax situation of the place. These things were of no value to her at all, but she
She didn't dare to move around. People from the Eighth Route Army were everywhere here, and they kept taking anti-agent and confidentiality courses every week. The more she took these courses, the more aware she became of how vigilant the people around her were.
If you show any signs of weakness, you will be caught.
This day was a rest day. Kawashima Yoshiko was wandering around Taiyuan City. The people who had fled returned to Taiyuan one after another. Taiyuan had been occupied by the Eighth Route Army for a period of time, so the people were not afraid. They went about business and things.
It did recover quickly.
Kawashima Yoshiko observed carefully as she walked. She came out this time to find the people she left behind. She had been in charge of the Third Army Intelligence Organization for a long time, so naturally she had many of her confidants, and she also left behind a few.
Set emergency measures.
"Huh?" Kawashima Yoshiko's eyes suddenly lit up. She saw a restaurant with a sign that read "Huangliang Dreams".
If you are unintentional, you will probably take one look and admire the boss's name. But Yoshiko Kawashima knows that these four words are wrong. The correct word should be "Huang Liang Mei Meng" and this wrong word means herself and her confidants.
When she looked carefully, it turned out that the word "Liang" was not "Wood". There was a hook underneath. She walked in with confidence.
What she didn't know was that a few hundred meters away from her, a man was staring at her with a telescope on a tall building. When he saw that she hadn't come out for a long time, he immediately nodded and said, "Write it down, Butterfly Enters No. 7
Suspicious target."
Kawashima Yoshiko asked for a private room and started eating. Soon the owner came up and said with a smile, "Sir, how do you like it?"
Yoshiko Kawashima nodded and said, "Not bad, just a little too much salt."
The owner cupped his hands and said, "There isn't much salt here. If we were in the east, there would be less salt."
Yoshiko Kawashima put down her chopsticks, nodded and said with a chuckle, "Thank you for your hard work."
The boss closed the door, rolled up his sleeves, knelt down on one leg, and said, "My slave Yehenala Zhenggeng wishes to say hello to Princess. Princess, the slaves miss you so much. I thought... I thought I would never see you again."
It’s time to meet Princess.”
Yoshiko Kawashima chuckled and said, "Is there anyone in the world who can kill me? Well, the ground is cold, how about getting up quickly? How many of us are there in Taiyuan and Shanxi now?"
Na Zhenggeng shook his head and said, "There are not many people left. The imperial army was defeated very quickly. We were lucky enough to have a few points left. There are less than fifty people in Shanxi including Dead Chess. But with just a word from Ge Ge,
The slaves must save Princess even if they die."
Yoshiko Kawashima waved her hand and said, "Don't worry, I'm lurking very well in the Eighth Route Army now. The Japanese army's defeat was all due to intelligence reasons. I have to thoroughly find out the details of the Eighth Route Army before I can leave. You have to organize a channel immediately."
, is it difficult to help me deliver information?"
Zhenggeng rubbed his hands and said, "It's a bit difficult. The Eighth Route Army is very strict and doesn't care about leaving the city. But if you want to go far away, you need documents. Their documents are secretly marked, but don't worry, we can definitely complete the mission."
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Kawashima Yoshiko nodded, stood up and said, "Although our Manchukuo was established, it is only in name only today. Japan only regards our Manchukuo as a colony and does not give His Majesty or us any rights. Japan is many times more powerful than us.
, we can’t resist. Only by letting the Japanese leave can we Manchuria truly become independent one day. This opportunity is the Han people’s Guan Nei. As long as the Japanese occupy the Guan Nei, we Manchuria can claim credit and reward. When the time comes,
, we can find true freedom and independence outside the customs."
Zhenggeng had heard Kawashima Yoshiko's words more than once. He quickly knelt down again and said, "Gege has a foresighted plan, and this slave will definitely die for her."
Kawashima Yoshiko nodded and looked to the north, as if she saw the day in her mind when Manchukuo stood in the east.
——Outside Taiyuan City
A group of soldiers were sitting on the ground, everyone was whispering, not knowing what they were doing. A small stage was set up in the middle, as if they were watching a show or holding a meeting.
"Lao Niu, what do you think the Red Party is going to do? They have transferred all our officers. Isn't this a big show? Isn't this stage too small?" A soldier asked, tilting his head.
There was a veteran sitting next to him.
"Whatever, isn't that what being a soldier is all about? We all carry guns and eat food. Today, when Chief Yan gives out money, we follow Commander Yan. In the past, Chief Feng handed out money, so we followed Chief Feng. Now
The Eighth Route Commander distributes money, we just follow the Eighth Route Commander, and wait until one day, a bullet comes, and this will happen in this life. If you have this free time to think about it, you might as well close your eyes and sleep."
, the man known as Lao Niu pushed his hat down further and prepared to sleep.
"No, look at it, every company has a small high platform like this. I don't know what it is for. Do you think it is a way to do it?" The soldier wanted to say something else, but he saw a group of Eighth Route Army soldiers.
He walked over and quickly lowered his head, not daring to speak.
The leader of this Eighth Route Army group was none other than Zhao Gang. Zhao Gang looked at the Jinsui Army soldiers who all lowered their heads and did not dare to look at him. He shook his head and walked to the high platform and said, "Comrades, raise your heads, don't be afraid."
Everyone slowly raised their heads and looked at Zhao Gang, not knowing what to do.
Zhao Gang said, "We don't have to do anything this week. We are all sitting here this week. Let's discuss together and figure out a few questions. What do we do as soldiers? Why is our country lagging behind?
Why are we poor? What should we do in the future? We talked about the issues one by one, and after we talked through them and understood them, this week was not in vain."
Everyone, look at me, come here, and I look at you. Everyone knows what begging for money and what begging for food is, so what is this discussion about?
Zhao Gang was already very experienced, and he knew at a glance that he had to find someone to start him. He walked down and asked a small soldier, "Come on, tell me why you want to carry a gun as a soldier?"
The soldier stood up with a red face, lowered his head, and said nothing for a long time.
"Sir, this boy is known as a sissy. If you want him to talk, you might as well let him get into his pants." A soldier with a beard shouted loudly, and there was a sudden burst of laughter, and the face of the little soldier suddenly became even more serious.
It's red, and the eyes are red.
Zhao Gang immediately knew that he had found the right one. He smiled and patted his shoulder and said, "Don't be afraid. Hey, you all should be quiet and let this little comrade speak. Speak boldly. Don't be afraid. Today, we are not officers and soldiers.
We are all people who carry guns and eat. Come on, let’s talk. Show them that you dare to speak in front of so many people.”
The little soldier looked around, closed his eyes and shouted loudly, "I am a soldier so that I can have enough to eat. I will not let myself starve to death, or let my family be wiped out!"