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One day in late March 1938.

On the platform of Zhengyangmen Railway Station in Beiping, Hiroshi Otsuki looked at Takeo Okada opposite him with a complicated expression, hesitated for a moment and finally bowed halfway.

"Mr. Okada, thanks to your help, we were able to destroy the Secret Service's intelligence station in Beiping. I wish you a smooth journey, and I will definitely repay you when I have the opportunity in the future."

Hearing the "thank you" from the other party's gritted teeth, Zuo Chong laughed, pointed at himself, and at the other party: "You don't have to be like this, Da Yue-jun, you and I are good friends, you can get the appreciation of Commander Shouyi in the temple, I am also very happy for you.

Well, in the Chinese saying, there must be a farewell at the end of a thousand miles. It's almost time. I should board the car. When the Central China Dispatch Army and the North China Front Army successfully meet up, please come to Shanghai to meet me and let me do my best as a landlord. Then , goodbye. "

After finishing speaking, he flicked his short cloak, jumped into the carriage gracefully, stood in front of the window and kept waving his hands to the outside through the glass, staring at the ashen-faced Da Yue with a half-smile.

At this time several whistles sounded, and the train began to move slowly. Otsuki Hiroshi looked at this terrifying opponent, and suddenly had the urge to call out the identity of the opponent.

But thinking about the commendation telegrams sent from China, and then thinking about the promotion hints from the high-level headquarters, he hesitated, and the train drove hundreds of meters away after this hesitation.

"Your Majesty, this is the parting letter left by Okada Nakasa before he left. Let me give it to you after he leaves."

A small spy next to him also joined in the fun at this time, took out a letter, and handed it to Hiroshi Otsuki who was in a dilemma.

"Nani?"

Da Yue exclaimed, unexpectedly the other party would keep this hand, quickly grabbed the envelope and opened it, took out the letter paper from inside and read it.

"Recently, I have gained a lot from discussing the commander in the temple with my brother. In order to listen to my teachings for a long time, I made a recording without authorization. Please forgive me."

Baga Road, listening to teachings, he is clearly threatening himself. When talking about Shouyi in the temple a few days ago, he often greeted the other party's parents, brothers and sisters.

If Shouichi Terauchi knew about this, not to mention that he "caught" the corpses of the three Chinese spies, even if he caught the bald leader, the other party would directly kill him.

Da Yue, who was thrown together, was trembling with anger, but at the same time gave up the idea of ​​dying together, and could only watch helplessly as the train carrying Zuo Zhong slowly disappeared on the ground line.

Those traveling with him found that Mr. Da Zuo was looking into the distance with tears in his eyes, and couldn't help but be moved by the deep friendship between the two officers.

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"woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo~"

The locomotive emits a white smoke column and runs on the vast North China Pingyuan. In the first-class compartment, Zuo Chong sits on the sofa, holding a book introducing customs from various places in Japan, and is engrossed in reading it.

After a long time, when the train drove out of Beiping, someone knocked on the door of the carriage, and then a man in the uniform of a puppet army officer slipped in without being invited, and closed the door behind him.

Zuo Zhong gently closed the book, raised his head and said with a smile to the visitor: "Thanks for your hard work, Chunyang, you cooperated well with He Yijun, the Japanese always thought they were hunting the Jia brothers.

The wounds on your body are fine, don’t take such risks in the future, it’s good to leave a trail of activity in this situation, there is no need to deliberately injure people, bullets have no eyes, if you miss, it will be troublesome. "

"It's okay, it's just a minor injury. I live in the private room next door, and Ms. He is in the second-class compartment. She will come to meet you in a while." Wu Chunyang reported the situation in a low voice.

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, before his words fell, He Yijun dressed in a kimono walked into the box, and the three of them gathered together again after they left the sedan chair alley.

"Deputy Director, I have already checked this carriage. There is no monitoring equipment or suspicious personnel. The conductor will not show up until the train arrives at Jinmen Station. You can speak with confidence."

Wu Chunyang stood by the door, poked his head to look out, and after confirming that there was no one there, he turned around and said, he has always acted cautiously, and although the possibility of problems is very small, he is still vigilant.

Zuo Zhong nodded slightly, and shifted his gaze to He Yijun who was pouring water for himself: "Thank you for your hard work this time, the three traitors handled it beautifully, and the Japanese didn't see any problems."

He Yijun shook his head slightly, and stood aside without saying anything. Compared with the deputy director who went deep into the tiger's den, what she did was very simple, and anyone in the Secret Service could do it.

Wu Chunyang's eyes were full of reverence. To be honest, when he first heard about this plan, he was a little skeptical, and even felt that the deputy director was a little too optimistic.

Unlike the greedy Ryosuke Hase and the immature Hayashi Fuichiro, Hiroshi Otsuki is a determined Japanese soldier. According to the investigation, this person takes money very lightly.

And he has worked in the staff department for a long time, he is cautious, he can be called a cunning and cunning, and he has the rank of chief officer. It is difficult for an officer of this level to instigate rebellion, and it is even more difficult to be blackmailed.

Unexpectedly, the deputy director really broke the opponent's psychological defense bit by bit, successfully got Otsuki to cooperate with them, and ordered people to re-formulate the Japanese army's next battle plan.

It is a miracle in the history of world intelligence that an intelligence agency has dominated the military operations of an enemy country. Unfortunately, if there is no accident, this matter may not be declassified until many years later.

However, all this is due to the colleague who was arrested voluntarily and died together with the Japanese, otherwise there would be no benefits to be gained, and Da Yue would not have given in so easily.

Thinking of this, Wu Chunyang asked a question in a depressed mood: "Deputy Director, who is that heroine, who graduated from which training class, why haven't I heard of it before.

Also, using one life to win the trust of the Japanese would be too much of a loss. Through other methods, the address can also be handed over to Otsuki Hiroshi, no need..."

He bravely expressed his opinion, putting aside his personal feelings, it is not a good deal to send a strictly trained intelligence officer to be a dead soldier.

After listening to his words, Zuo Zhong was not angry, stood up and stood in front of the window looking into the distance, after a long silence, he turned and looked at Wu Chunyang and He Yijun, and told a shocking news.

"She's not a professional intelligence officer."

"what?"

Wu Chunyang couldn't believe it, not being a professional intelligence officer, how could he survive the Japanese torture and not let go, and how could he trigger dangerous objects without hesitation.

"Training can indeed enable a person to learn how to deal with pain, but it is not absolute. In this world, the most powerful and hardest thing to forget is hatred, the unforgettable hatred."

Zuo Zhong turned his head again, looked quietly at Yuanye, and said, "She is an office worker at Beiping Station, a Japanese translator, a native of Baoshi, and her whole family was killed by the Japanese three months ago.

A total of 21 people, including her father, mother, husband, and relatives including her two children, were all killed. The property in the family was looted, and the corpses were thrown into the wilderness by the devils.

Chunyang, you asked me why I sacrificed my life. Before the operation, I instructed the Beiping Station to recruit volunteers to prepare for the captives to surrender to the Japanese at the right time and to reveal the address where the corpse was hidden.

She was the first to sign up, and offered to be a dead man. In her words, as long as more Japanese could be killed, she was willing to give her life for it, because she had nothing but hatred. "

Talking about this matter, Zuo Zhong's tone became low: "I cannot deprive a daughter, a wife, or a mother of the right to revenge. After careful consideration, I order Beiping Station to agree to her request."

After hearing this, He Yijun felt the same way. Ever since her parents were killed by the Japanese, she thought about revenge every day. If she had the opportunity to die with the Japanese at that time, she would not hesitate at all.

Wu Chunyang also understood that the other party had long been determined to die. Even without this mission, he would still find other opportunities to use his life to revenge. After thinking about this clearly, he made a suggestion.

"Deputy Director, what is her name? The Department should build a tomb for her. We must let people know that there were such a group of brave men who sacrificed their lives for the country and the nation."

"Cloth tomb... yes..."

Zuo Zhong looked ahead, and muttered a few words in a low voice. Since its establishment, many intelligence personnel of the Secret Service have sacrificed for various reasons every year.

But for the sake of confidentiality, the office cannot commemorate them publicly, and everything about them can only be kept in a heavily guarded archive room, slowly being covered up by dust.

Even their relatives couldn't find a place to worship them. Fortunately, the time was short. Ten or twenty years later, how many people still remember their names and deeds.

Heroes should not be forgotten, he suddenly thought of the memorial wall covered with stars in the lobby of the CIA in the future, his heart moved, and he said leisurely with his hands behind his back.

"You can call her eldest sister. Before the case is declassified, her name is top secret. No one is allowed to inquire about it, and you are no exception. This is a discipline and cannot be violated.

But your suggestion is very good. I will ask Lao Gu to build a memorial wall in the new headquarters in Shancheng. Every comrade who died for the country will have a star that belongs to them alone.

When newcomers join in the future, the first thing to do is to visit the memorial wall. We need to let these newcomers know what to do and what not to do in a critical moment.

It also allows loyal family members to have a place to express their grief. Every July [-]th during the Ching Ming Festival, the memorial wall is opened for them to worship. "

He lightly stated his plan, and only hoped that those heroic spirits who wandered outside could return home under the guidance, and would not become lonely ghosts and still suffer the pain of parting after death.

Just at this time, the strong wind blows up the white curtains, the sun sets outside the window, the red sunset falls to the sky, and the stars twinkle in the dim twilight, and one of them is particularly bright.

Zuo Zhong stood up straight, raised his hand toward the star and gave a serious military salute. Wu Chunyang and He Yijun also raised their arms to see off their comrades in heaven.

Qi said without clothes?Go with the child.Master Wang Yuxing, repair my spear.Have hatred with the son!
Qi said without clothes?Tongze with the child.Master Wang Yuxing, repair my spear.Work with the son!
Qi said without clothes?Same clothes with the child.Division Wang Yuxing, repair my armor.Go with the son!