He walked back again, stared at Kawakami seriously and said: "Kawakami-kun, let me say it again, please don't be confused! Although the Chinese government's army is huge, it is not worth mentioning! It will take less than three months for the Japanese Army to defeat
They wiped out most of them! End the battle with them! However, the CCP’s army is different! They have been suppressed by the government troops for ten years, but they are still not wiped out! They are simply a group of unbeatable devils! They are the Japanese Army,
Including your navy, the real enemy! Please take them seriously!"
Seriously speaking, Kawakami also knows something about the CCP and their army. The CCP’s army is indeed incredible and unbelievable. They have survived many battles where they were destined to perish!
However, he didn't want to appear ignorant in front of this eloquent guy.
Takahashi walked up to Kawakami and asked softly: "Kawakami-kun, please tell me when will Sato Sato's plan be implemented? You should tell me this."
A sneer flashed across Kawakami's face, "Tonight! I can only tell you so much!"
Takahashi stared at him, nodded, and said, "Very good, I will see Colonel Sato as soon as possible."
When he turned and walked to the door, he added: "Kawakami-kun, please help me find that senior cadre of the Chinese Communist Party. He is very important!"
Takahashi left. Kawakami sat down at the table alone, drinking wine and thinking about what Takahashi said.
It seems that finding that senior cadre of the CCP is also a very important matter.
He thought, I'd better ask Mr. Sato if I should help this arrogant Takahashi!
6-1
However, Kawakami Takesuke could not have imagined that the senior CCP cadre Takahashi mentioned was currently not far from his residence in Guangfulong.
Go south from Guangfu Lane, pass Sanpailou Road, and then go east on Zhaojia Road. About two stops away, there is a small street called Yuxingqiao South Street. This street mainly deals in aquatic products. Fishermen in the sea or
Most of the fish and shrimp caught in the river are sold here. Therefore, this street is filled with the necessary strong fishy smell all day long.
In this small street called Yuxingqiao South Street, there is a small inn called Fujiang Hotel, which is the place where the vendors who often come here to buy aquatic products stay.
At this time, in a simple room on the second floor, young Lin Jiatai was frying Chinese medicine on a small charcoal stove.
His dark and handsome face was full of anxiety, and his two thick eyebrows were twisted together like a rope.
He is only twenty-two years old this year. In 1931, he joined the Red Army when he was sixteen years old. He walked through the snowy mountains and grasslands and participated in countless fierce battles.
Two years ago, when he was the company commander, he was transferred to the Yan'an Security Bureau as a security officer. The reason was simple. He was politically determined, brave in combat, had studied for several years, and had a smart and flexible mind.
A month ago, he was ordered to serve as Comrade Liu Richen's bodyguard.
His first task was to escort Comrade Liu to Shanghai safely.
However, this morning, Comrade Liu suddenly fell ill on the train and his whole body was shaking as if he were in a world of ice and snow.
Lin Jiatai found all the clothes he could wear and put them on for him, and also found an old Chinese doctor to treat him. Only then did he know that Comrade Liu had malaria.
It took a lot of effort for him to take Comrade Liu off the train. But there was no one on the platform and there was no one outside the station. He could not find the comrade who came to pick him up. The current situation made him extremely uneasy.
Following the instructions of a railway employee, he found a traditional Chinese medicine clinic outside the station.
The diagnosis result was the same as what the old Chinese doctor said. Comrade Liu had malaria. The most effective medicine was quinine, but this medicine could not be bought anywhere.
The doctor in the clinic prescribed a prescription and said, "This may make him feel better."
Lin Jiatai looked at the prescription carefully to determine whether he dared to let Comrade Liu take this medicine.
The prescription is very simple, including: 2 qian of Bupleurum, 3 qian of Scutellaria baicalensis, 3 qian of Codonopsis pilosula, 2 qian of Pinellia ternata, 2 qian of Changshan, 2 qian of black plum, 2 qian of betel nut, 2 qian of peach kernel, 1 qian of ginger, 5 jujubes.
A penny of licorice.
The doctor told him to decoct it with water and take it twice a day.
When the doctor finished prescribing the medicine, he said to him: "Young man, without quinine, it depends on his luck. Many people can't handle it. But if he is strong-willed, keeps his mind and spirit, the disease will heal on its own."
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Lin Jiatai asked: "Excuse me, sir, if you can bear it, how many days will it take for you to recover?"
The doctor thought for a while and said: "Everyone is different. If he can bear it, it will probably take a week or ten days."
Lao Liu was ill and had no contact. The situation before him made Lin Jiatai even more anxious.
He asked Comrade Liu to sit in the foyer of the clinic and asked the doctor to take care of him.
He ran out, grabbed medicine from a nearby Chinese medicine store, and hailed a rickshaw.
When he returned to the clinic, he saw Comrade Liu's face was red and the sweat on his forehead was flowing down like a stream.
The kind doctor was helping him take off his outer clothes and wiping his sweat with a towel.
He turned back and said: "Young man, he is starting to have a fever now. This is what this disease is like. He gets cold first and then gets hot. You have to be careful not to let him catch a cold, and give him more water to drink."
Lin Jiatai thanked the doctor again and helped Comrade Liu get into the rickshaw outside.
He actually didn't know where to go, let alone where was safer. He was worried and couldn't help looking at Lao Liu.
Liu Richen is often called Lao Liu, but he is actually only thirty years old.
He has worked in Shanghai for many years, participated in the Shanghai workers' armed uprising, and experienced the bloody events of April 12.
He participated in the Long March and served as the director of the political department in the Red Army. He also served as secretary of the provincial party committee in several base areas. He has held leadership positions in local and military areas, both in white areas and red areas, and has extremely rich work experience.
people.
The central government sent him to Shanghai to use his work experience in the White Area to strengthen the party organization in Shanghai and prepare for the future war of resistance.
For such a person, one can imagine that his will is as strong as steel!
At this time, he saw Lin Jiatai's eyes in extreme weakness and knew his anxiety and uneasiness.
He whispered: "Don't worry, everything will pass."
After that, he cheered up and directed the rickshaw driver to take them to Yuxingqiao South Street.
He whispered: "Jiatai, this place is more remote and safer."
After they settled in the room on the second floor, Liu Richen's malaria became more serious. He was sweating all over his body. For a moment, he felt as if he had just been fished out of the water. His whole body was soaked. He lay on the bed.
, so weak that he almost lost consciousness.
Lin Jiatai fetched hot water from the kitchen, wiped the sweat from his body, and changed him into clean clothes.
Five hours later, Liu Richen's fever gradually subsided. He was so weak that he fell into a coma.
At this time, Lin Jiatai began to boil Chinese medicine for him. While stirring the medicine in the medicine jar with chopsticks, he was thinking about how to contact his comrades tomorrow.
Just now, before Lao Liu fell asleep, he told him two addresses, one was No. 447 Yunnan Road.
Lao Liu said: "The Fuxing Village upstairs used to be a contact point for the Shanghai party organization, but the current situation is unclear."
The other location he mentioned is No. 264 Saposai Road.
He said: "There used to be a party comrade named Lan who lived here. I don't know if he is still there now."
But after he said this, he fell silent and his face was very serious.
Lin Jiatai understood that these two addresses were the contact points established by Old Liu when he was working in Shanghai. But he didn't know what the situation was now.
When he was suffering from traditional Chinese medicine, he was mainly worried about two things. First, he had never lived in a city, and he knew nothing about Shanghai, a big city. He knew neither of the two addresses mentioned by Old Liu.
How to find it. Secondly, he has never engaged in underground work in the White Area. His work in the Yan'an Security Bureau can only be regarded as indirect experience.
What he is thinking about now is how to find these two places tomorrow, how to observe the surrounding situation, and how to judge whether it is safe and reliable. More importantly, if there is someone inside, how will he ask and how to determine whether it is one of his own.
Now, Comrade Liu's safety depends on him, and he must be extremely cautious.
6-2
At this moment, that is, around seven o'clock in the evening, worries about Comrade Liu's safety were also floating in the anxious minds of Huang Hanhui and Fu Xuelan.
This afternoon, Fu Xuelan was in a state of anxiety.
She was sitting in the consultation room of Gongji Hospital, thinking over and over again about the pick-up at the station at noon.
There is no doubt that a spy did appear at Zhabei Station. Gui Longhai introduced them, and then she learned that the handsome spy was named Xiao Ancheng.
But did she miss her comrades? She carefully recalled the various people who poured out of the station, and finally concluded that she had not missed them!
So, the question arises, are the comrades sent by the central government really on this train? Did they not get on the train? Or, for the sake of safety, this comrade got off the train at a certain station in advance? Are these conjectures possible? Yes
What kind?
She thought about it all afternoon and still wasn't sure about the situation.
At around seven o'clock in the evening, not long after she returned home, Huang Hanhui came.
When he entered, he noticed Fu Xuelan's anxious eyes. He understood that she might not have received anyone.
After Fu Xuelan reported to him the entire process of picking up the train at noon, he also fell silent.
First of all, the information passed to him from within the party organization was correct, and spies did appear at the station. This means that the news that the central government sent leading comrades to Shanghai has been leaked!
Fu Xuelan was also thinking about this problem and asked in a low voice: "Old Huang, did the news leaked from our side, or from Peking? Someone rebelled?"
Huang Hanhui was worried, but he did not dare to guess casually. It is very dangerous to speculate casually!