Heroes of the Anti-Japanese War

Chapter 603 Naval First Incident II
Qian Xiaobao sat on the sofa with his arms folded and his eyelids were battling. More than 20 listeners in the room were sitting in front of the radio with earphones on. They picked up pens from time to time to record on manuscript paper.

Every half an hour, they have to record the name and content of the station they listen to and the station on the manuscript paper.

In Harbin, where all industries are now in decline, these women cherish such a well-paid job. They don't know the meaning of their work, and they don't want to know at all. As long as they can get money, that's enough.

Qian Xiaobao dozed off non-stop throughout the night, and every time he opened his eyes, he saw another pile of recorded manuscript paper in front of him.

The sound of the rooster crowing at four o'clock in the morning woke up Qian Xiaobao completely. He raised his arms and yawned. Looking down, the manuscript paper in front of him had become a thick pile.

Qian Xiaobao lowered his head and sorted the recording papers first. Since most of these listeners did not understand Japanese, they generally recorded in Russian, and Qian Xiaobao could not understand the above content at all.He just sorted the manuscript papers according to the marks on the top of the manuscript paper.

At seven o'clock in the morning, all monitors changed shifts, and Qian Xiaobao rushed to the intelligence department of the Kwantung Army with the monitor records to hand in the monitor content of the night.

At nine o'clock, the people in the Russian class put a small stack of recording papers in front of Ono Dakuan. The recording papers sent by Qian Xiaobao were read by the Russian class people, and the parts they thought were valuable were sent to Ono. Hit wide here.

Tahiro Ono had told them that he only watched the content about the war with Japan on the radio.

Ono Tahiro quickly read the records of several radio stations in the United States, and there was nothing he was interested in.The last remaining page is from a small radio station in Port Moresby, Australia.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the happy bus show.

A U.S. pilot, Soldier, who was a guest on the show, happily described the contents of his delivery of letters to Port Moresby on behalf of the entire fighter squadron.Of course, the most important thing is to send the letters to the soldiers to their families, and then the letters to the big stars Hayworth and Shirley Temple.

"We all really hope that the two of them will come here to see us. We have prepared a gift for them, which are two Japanese command knives!"

"A few days ago, our squadron was on a mission near Bougainville. I drove my baby Lucy out of the entanglement of the Japanese Zero fighter jets and went directly to kiss Fat Betty. The distance was too close, and I could clearly see Fat Betty sitting inside. The face of that Japanese bastard in the white uniform, he's definitely a big shot! I kept firing bullets at that plane until I saw it go down in smoke!"

The listener recorded the conversation of the American pilot who was interviewed by the radio station, and Ono Takanori looked at the contents of the recording paper intently.

Suddenly he stood up and walked out of the office with this recording paper, and walked directly to Akio Dogu's office through the corridor.

Akio Doi's expression darkened after reading the recording paper.

Betty is the name given to a Japanese land-based bomber by American soldiers, because it has a long range and fast speed and has always been a favorite aircraft for senior Japanese military officers.

"This person in the white navy uniform can't be him?" Ono said as if talking to himself.

"It should be him. The Naval Armor incident refers to his death." Akio Doi said.The terrible conjecture in his heart these days has basically been confirmed.

Although the Japanese navy and army have been fighting each other for decades, no one wants to see the current result.

Akio Doi picked up the recording paper and looked at it again, and said, "This important information was actually monitored by such a small radio station in Australia. The United States is too careless about the confidentiality of information, and these American soldiers will say everything."

"A few days ago, someone reported to me that Qian Xiaobao, who was in charge of protecting and monitoring, did not earnestly implement the order issued by the Ministry of Intelligence to fully monitor the American radio stations, and still dispersed his efforts to monitor the Australian radio stations. But after thinking about it, I think Qian Xiaobao is so You did the right thing, and now we have indeed monitored the content we wanted from the broadcast in Port Moresby, Australia." Tahiro Ono replied.

"Our people are too rigid when carrying out orders, let alone those who do intelligence work. They must solve problems flexibly. I met this Qian Xiaobao when I was at the Moscow embassy. He is very clever. As an intelligence officer , Relying on study alone is far from enough, it depends on talent, and this person lives on intelligence." Akio Doi said.

"Collect all the wiretapped telegrams and monitoring records about that person and Gugafeng to you and destroy them! Just pretend that none of this happened!" Akio Doi ordered.

"Hi!" Ono replied, standing at attention.

It would not be a good thing if His Majesty the Emperor and the base camp knew that the intelligence department of the Kwantung Army was still monitoring the navy.

After Ono left, Akio Doi stood by the window for a long time.Now the weather is getting warmer and warmer, but he feels a chill on his body.

When Qian Xiaobao went to the intelligence department to send the monitoring records these days, he found that Chief Ono Dakuan treated him very well.

So Qian Xiaobao planned to climb up the pole.

"Sir, it's easy to get sleepy when performing surveillance missions at night. I'll apply for cigarettes and tea, and the Ministry of Intelligence will pay for it," Qian Xiaobao said.

"Okay, you are very thoughtful, I will let them prepare for this right away." Ono Tahiro said with a smile.

From the night when Qian Xiaobao raised his opinion, each listener got a pack of cigarettes.

Although most of the listeners were women, they cheered when they saw the cigarettes.

Qian Xiaobao was sitting on the sofa in the back smoking while admiring the women smoking from behind.He had seen Northeast women sitting cross-legged on the kang and smoking cigarettes and cigarettes countless times, and now sitting here and watching these foreign women smoking was quite different.

Holding the cigarette between two slender fingers, he held it in mid-air with a very elegant posture.Even though the descendants of these Tsarist Russian nobles are already impoverished, they still try their best to maintain a little bit of nobility.

More than half a month later, on May 21, a major news appeared in newspapers and broadcasts. The hero of the surprise attack on Pearl Harbor, the Japanese military god Yamamoto 56, generously died in the Solomon Islands!

People like Qian Xiaobao who don't pay much attention to the news couldn't help being stunned when they heard the news.In Manchukuo for the past two years, after the hype of the Japanese, most people also know the name Yamamoto 56, and he finally died today.

It is the myth that the Japanese army is invincible that actually followed Yamamoto 56.

Qian Xiaobao never thought that this news had a relationship with him, and it appeared in the monitoring records.

(End of this chapter)