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"Comrade Blagoveshchenski, today is such a beautiful day. Siberia will never have such warm sunshine."

On the podium of Wangjiadun Airport, Bo Lei Ning, commander of the bomber fleet, looked at the rising sun in the east and couldn't help smiling.

The two of them once served together in the Xiber region, and those who have not been there will never understand how terrifying the land where the lowest temperature can reach minus 70 degrees Celsius.

Even in April, the local biting cold wind is still like a knife on people's faces, and even the sunlight seems to be frozen, like a white hell.

"Comrade Colonel, you are quite right."

Blagoveshchenski spoke in agreement, and aimed his eyes at the fighter jets preparing for takeoff beside the runway, looked down at his watch, and frowned slightly.

According to the provisions of the Red Russian Air Force's combat regulations, the ground preparation time should not exceed 10 minutes, but now a full 15 minutes have passed, and his men still haven't taken off.

"Comrade lieutenant, go and urge, Japanese planes will appear in the airspace of Changcheng at any time, we must compress the take-off time to less than 5 minutes, so as to defeat those hateful imperialist minions."

Blagoveshchenski, with an unexpected tone, ordered a Red Russian officer in the tower, and finally added: "Let comrades hurry up, otherwise I don't mind letting the political commissar talk to everyone."

These words made the tower extremely quiet, and the lieutenant who received the order rushed out as if fleeing. Po Leining coughed lightly, feeling a little dissatisfied with the other party mentioning such a matter at this time.

Those people didn't even blink their eyes when they killed their own people. The political interrogation (separation) investigation led by them sent countless people to the guillotine, and they only needed suspicion, not any evidence.

Everyone signed up to join the China Aid Air Force and risked their lives to fight against the Japanese. Apart from the rare feats, wasn’t it just to avoid the intensified large-scale (separation) purges in the country.

Now being told by the other party, comrades pilots and ground staff will definitely panic, and the combat effectiveness will indeed be improved in a short period of time. The problem is that the morale of the army will inevitably become unstable after a long time.

Porenin, who didn't want the atmosphere to be so dignified, thought of this, pointed to the chef who walked away from the airport wire fence and asked knowingly: "Comrade Blagoveshchensky, who is that, and why can he leave the camp?"

As a fighter pilot, Blagoveshchenski has very good eyesight. He glanced casually and replied: "Comrade on the line, that's our chef Gnady. The people of the Republic of China don't provide many vegetables. I let him go out of the camp." Buy some carrots grown by local farmers."

Porenin nodded after listening. The pilot needs to take in enough vitamins① to keep the body in the healthiest state. However, according to the discipline, the other party should be accompanied by security personnel when going out.

Because of the existence of the China Aid Air Force, it is impossible for the Japanese to be ignorant. If the other party finds evidence of the motherland's participation in the war, European and American countries will definitely take the opportunity to make trouble.

Just when he was about to inform the guards to follow, he suddenly thought of rumors that Blagoveshchenski had something to do with NK~VD. He hesitated for a while, but Porenin finally said nothing.

Compared with Comrade Political Commissars, everyone in Red Russia knows the prestige of blue hats. Whenever these people knock on the door, it means that your life has entered the countdown.

He once heard a joke that the cars of several NK~VD members broke down, so they went to an officer's house on the side of the road to ask for help. The other party saw that they didn't say anything and closed the door. A few minutes later, gunshots came from inside the house .

Although there are elements of fabrication, it is enough to explain the terror of NK~VD. Porenin shuddered involuntarily, and turned his gaze to Blagoveshchenski, who had no expression, secretly guessing whether the other party had a secret identity. .

at the same time.

At Hankou Wharf, Gui Youguang held up a pair of binoculars and looked at a ferry on the river. His eyes looked a little excited, as if he had seen a beast of prey.

"Team leader, the other party is definitely a professional intelligence officer. From Wangjiadun to Jiangbian, this guy has used more than a dozen anti-tracking methods, and his action style is very similar to that of the underground party."

A small agent belonging to the Special Operations Team of the Intelligence Section of the Secret Service came over to report.

Gui Youguang grinned, the underground party, the will and integrity are worthy of respect, but when it comes to professionalism, he thinks that his special operations team is better than the opponent.

Complacent for a moment, he raised his chin towards the opposite side of Jiang: "Send someone to follow up, let the brothers on the opposite side do a good job of responding, and contact Chief Wu for support when necessary."

In front of the crowd, the little spy did not stand at attention or salute, but replied in a low voice: "I have followed, there are three people in total, the ferry will stop at three piers after passing Qiao, and arrangements have been made for the opposite side."

"good."

The big bald head imitated Zuo Zhong's appearance and nodded slightly, turning his head and walking while saying, "Tell me immediately if you have any news, go and see that cook now, let everyone be vigilant, the Red Russians are not easy to deal with."

"Yes, team leader." The little spy replied, and stepped up to follow.

After half an hour.

Gnady, the chef of the Red Russian Air Force to China, wandered around the town of Wangjiadun, and finally stopped in front of the vegetable stall, talking to the local villagers in unproficient Chinese.

There are many foreigners in Changcheng, and the well-informed villagers are not afraid of this big nose from the airport.

While the two sides were bargaining, Gui Youguang wore a broken felt hat and walked towards the target with an almond in his hand, yelling excuse me in local dialect and speaking standard Jiangcheng local dialect.

Gnady heard the sound and took a look, and found that there were two baskets of eggs in the load, his eyes lit up immediately, and he trotted a few steps to stop him, ignoring the vegetables.

"Wait, comrade... friend, how much are your eggs?"

Gui Youguang was overjoyed when he heard the words, put down the carrying pole with a natural expression, took out a dirty sweat towel and wiped the sweat from his brow, and then honestly quoted the price.

Gnady on the opposite side was quite satisfied with the price after hearing it. In a Chinese saying, compared with those guys who slaughtered themselves as fat sheep, the other party did not have a big mouth.

By the way, he quickly took a look at the Chinese who sold eggs. He was in good health and had a ruddy complexion, which was normal. To be able to feed so many poultry, the family conditions should be good.

The knuckles are thick and rough, indicating that Pingshi was engaged in manual labor, but no obvious scars were seen. It seems that the other party is not a person who is used to "solving" problems with his fists.

In other words, he has not received combat training, unlike special personnel, thinking about Gnady hesitated for a while, and did not make a conclusion for the time being, but observed the opponent more carefully.

At this moment, the vegetable vendor next to them jumped up in front of the two of them, and cursed with gestures: "You're raised by a board horse, Zhang Xiaosi, you're ruining my business, you..."

Faced with the uncommon and difficult local dialect, Gnady didn't know what the first sentence meant, but looking at the other person's excited expression, he also guessed that it was probably not a good word, and also knew that the vendor knew the bald man who sold eggs.

This made him let go of his vigilance. The vegetable vendors were doing business here before the air fleet moved to Chang City. No matter how powerful the Chinese intelligence agency is, it is impossible to predict the foresight.

Gnady, who held the government appropriation, was very generous. He reached out to block the two people who were arguing, and proudly bought all the vegetables and eggs.

Of course, these things need to be sent to the airport kitchen. After a few months in China, the Red Russians still can't master the magical transportation tool like a shoulder pole.

Following behind Gnady, Gui Youguang, who was full of smiles, chatted with the vegetable vendor in local dialect, and walked into Wangjiadun Airport in a grand manner.

Along the way, he didn't look sideways, and he didn't intend to observe the layout of the airport and the layout of the sentries. They are not in the enemy-occupied area now, and they just need to make a phone call if they want to know.

His attention was all on Gnady and the person who greeted him. An intelligence officer had performed a mission, so the first thing to do was to report to his superiors.

It is impossible for the person in charge of NK~VD at the airport to deliver the information in person, so Gnady is just a small role, and the real big fish is still to come.

Gui Youguang adjusted the burden on his shoulders, his erratic eyes swept over the Red Russian soldiers waving to Gnady, and slowly approached the kitchen.

When he came to a streetlight, he might have an itchy head, Gnady raised his right hand and scratched his head, and continued to walk deep into the airport without stopping.

Gui Youguang, who had been paying attention to him, shuddered, and turned his head slightly to look at the surrounding terrain. He saw a tall tower standing in the distance, and the triangular flag on the top of the tower was fluttering in the wind.

………………

I don't know how long it took before the bald man and the vegetable vendor walked out of the airport carrying an empty load, and the two walked quickly into Wangjiadun Town, where they came to an alley and whispered.

"Sir, am I doing okay?"

The vegetable vendor reversed his previous rudeness and lowered his head to ask cautiously. This was because several spies in different costumes jumped out from nowhere and surrounded him.

"Yes, very good, here is your reward."

Gui Youguang nodded in satisfaction, took a stack of French coins from his subordinates, and made a gesture to give it to the vegetable vendor, but raised his hand just as the other party was about to accept the money, and added sternly.

"If you let me know that this matter gets out, not only will you die, but your parents, wife, and two children who are studying at school will all go down to accompany you."

"I understand, I understand. I only know that your name is Zhang Xiaosi, and I don't know anything else."

The vegetable vendor even learned to infer other cases from one instance, and nodded and bowed his promise.

"Mother, you are really talented."

Seeing this, Gui Youguang couldn't help laughing, threw the money over and led the little spies and turned around to leave. After walking a few hundred meters, he tilted his head and whispered to one of them.

"Keep an eye on it. Don't let the other party out of your sight until the case is over, including this guy's family. If there is any change, immediately~"

He made a downward cutting gesture. The Secret Service does not kill innocent people indiscriminately, but when it comes to missions, it is no longer ordinary people, and it can be dealt with as it should for leaking secrets.

After finishing their business, the group covered each other and returned to the monitoring point. Gui Youguang pushed open (separated) the door and was about to report to Gu Qi when he saw a familiar figure standing in the shadows of the room.

(When I landed at the Health Station, I ate three meals angrily, and I wanted to die for Chinese food T-T)
①At the beginning of the [-]th century, the concept of vitamins came into being.