Cicada Moving

Chapter 7 Second Lieutenant

Zuo Zhong taught the students what the shooting instructor said in his memories and the key points of CAR shooting that he had figured out.

In addition to CAR, Zuo Zhong filtered out CQB knowledge from his limited memory and built a simulated house out of cardboard in the police academy for team training.

These things are just imitations of cats and tigers, and they lack enough professional equipment, but they are enough to teach the spies of this era, and the reputation of left-heavy tactical masters spread like wildfire.

 Time entered 1933. Zuo Zhong spent the first New Year of this era in the police academy, playing around with the trainees and feeling pretty good.

Not long after one year, the students of the first special training class graduated and basically became qualified intelligence personnel. Dai Chunfeng came all the way from Jinling to attend the graduation ceremony.

Dai Chunfeng first went to see the drill, accompanied by Zuo Zhong. The students were practicing the so-called Zuo-style action method, and the people watching were dazzled.

Dai Chunfeng looked at it and nodded repeatedly: "Shen Zhong, I need to summarize your Zuo's method of action. Don't keep good things to yourself. The German-made PPK is also good. Now the department is starting to replace the old Browning. The flash bomb you mentioned, How’s the trial going?”

 Yes, outside of training, Zuo Zhong also came up with some new equipment, such as flash bombs.

Flash grenades are not high-end equipment. The structure of a grenade is to burn magnesium or potassium to produce a dazzling and dizzying light. Zuo Zhong remembers saying this in the documentary.

Zuo Zhong gave the general principle to Dai Chunfeng, and Dai Chunfeng asked Jinling Arsenal to trial-produce a batch, and the special training class is now testing it.

Zuo Zhong said respectfully: "Teacher, you see, students are now simulating entering a house to capture enemy intelligence personnel. In the past, they had to rely on shooting and reaction speed to subdue the opponent.

Now with flash bombs, you can temporarily blind the opponent. You are an expert in action, so you naturally know how important this is. "

“Haha, Shen Zhong, you really know how to speak nicely.” Dai Chunfeng laughed twice, feeling that Zuo Zhong understood him.

The life-and-death fight took place in the blink of an eye, not to mention a few seconds, so you could still catch someone alive. The flash bombs were really good, so Dai Chunfeng decided to go back and order another batch.

On the playground, Dai Chunfeng was very satisfied with the students' strong postures and neat movements. Zuo Zhong was not only a handsome man with a flexible mind, but also had great research on mobile techniques.

Dai Chunfeng will naturally not be stingy with talents who are useful to him. There is an extra horizontal bar on the Zuozhong collar badge, and there is a small triangle on it, indicating the rank of second lieutenant.

As for other students, the highest was only the rank of sergeant, and the lowest was only the rank of corporal. Zuo Zhong suddenly distanced himself from his former classmates.

Looking at the military uniform and rank on his body, Zuo Zhong inexplicably thought of the song "Being a Soldier" in Sanmao's Military History, and he wanted to laugh a little.

“Shen Zhi, the Chairman of the Generalissimo attaches great importance to the canned food project, and he heard that you are a fellow countryman, so he specially approved your second lieutenant rank.” Dai Chunfeng said kindly, reminding Zuo Zhong how difficult it was to obtain the second lieutenant rank.

Zuo Chong saluted loudly and said loudly: "Be loyal to the leader, loyal to the leader, loyal to the party and the country."

When Dai Chunfeng heard that he was still in front of the party state, he laughed: "Sit down. When the Secret Service was first established, the Chairman told me to learn from Water Margin. When the heroes of Liangshan gathered in Zhongyi Hall, what they did was action. And information."

Hearing this, Zuo Zhong was speechless. He really deserves to be a bandit army. Can't we use Jinyiwei as an example? We must use bandits and bandits.

Dai Chunfeng took a sip of tea and gave Zuo Zhong time to think before continuing: "So the Chairman attaches great importance to intelligence work. There are three divisions under the Military Commission's Investigation and Statistics Bureau.

 One is the secret service headquarters, facing inside. The second branch is our secret service, external. The three offices are responsible for postal and telecommunications control. You don’t need to know this. In addition, the Nanchang camp also has an investigation section, which is responsible for southwest frontline intelligence.

 The internal service of the second branch includes the Investigation Section, the General Affairs Section, the Operations Section, and the Communications Section; the field organization has several districts and stations, in addition to some overseas organizations.

That's about it. You'll figure it out as you get in touch with it over time. If you decide which department you want to go to, tell it and the teacher will make the decision for you. "

 “Students, please follow the teacher’s instructions.” Zuo Zhong said obediently.

“Then go to the Reconnaissance Section. We happen to be short of a team leader. Work hard and I will be of great use to you in the future. If anything happens, you can report to me directly.”

Zuo Zhong was thoughtful. It seemed that Dai Chunfeng had not yet fully mastered the Secret Service. Even the core department, the Reconnaissance Department, was undercurrent.

But this has something to do with Zuo Zhong. Apart from arresting Japanese, he decided to be a salary thief at other times, not contributing to the work.

There is naturally no farewell dinner for the special training class. Those military and police cadres will still work in their respective systems in the future, but they will have the identity of intelligence agents.

 Other ordinary trainees who perform well will be added to the internal service department of the headquarters, while those who perform poorly will be assigned to field service stations in local districts or even overseas.

Many students came to say goodbye to Zuo Zhong before leaving, even Gui Youguang came shyly.

Zuo Zhong discovered that before he entered the Secret Service, students were already spread across several departments, which made him dumbfounded.

A few days later, a new batch of special training class members arrived. Zuo Zhong was surprised to find that there were many Jiangshan people, Dai Chunfeng's fellow villagers, among them. It seemed that he was planning for the future.

So many people have devoted themselves to the intelligence struggle. After driving away the Japanese, how many of them are still alive? Zuo Zhong left the school and headed to the train station with a somewhat complicated mood.

 To get from Hangzhou to Jinling at this time, you must first take a train to Shanghai, and then take the Shanghai-Nanjing Railway to Jinling.

Five hours after boarding the train from Hangzhou, the clanging steam train arrived in Shanghai, the most modern city in Asia at this time.

Zuo Zhong was not in a hurry to report to the Secret Service, so he found a place to stay at random, called a rickshaw, and started his journey to Shanghai in the 1930s.

Even after returning from modern times, Zuo Chong was still dazzled by everything on the road, including the luxury foreign cruise ships on the Huangpu River and the Chinese wooden boats on the Suzhou River.

The middle class waiting for the public tram on the side of the road, the poor women looking for usable things in the trash, and all kinds of citizens are vividly displayed before Zuo Zhong's eyes. At the same time, he also saw the tyrannical White Russian gangsters in the concession, Ah San patrolling with a wooden stick, the gangsters wearing silk clothes who were feasting and feasting, and the senior managers of foreign companies in neat suits.

 The Chinese people are at the bottom of this biosphere, and anyone can oppress and exploit them.

Along the way, Zuo Zhong saw businessmen oppressed by gangs, children bullied by patrols, and refugees begging everywhere.

At this time, Zuo Zhong suddenly realized why so many people were willing to give up their superior material conditions, even betray their own class, and shed their blood.

 Coming to Shanghai once and receiving a patriotic education, Zuo Zhong felt that it was a good thing.

The rickshaw finally stopped at the entrance of the Chinachem Hotel. Zuo Zhong felt that this building would not be outdated even in modern times, and it would naturally be more spectacular in this era.

 The hotel is located on the Bund, at the beginning of the Shili Foreign Market. At this time, the Bund already had a somewhat later style and was the most prosperous place.

Zuo Zhong strolled around the hotel, preparing to pick some gifts for his family and Dai Chunfeng.

After walking around, I realized that rich people enjoy themselves the most no matter what era they are in.

 Shanghai has all kinds of fashionable goods from all over the world. Even if you don’t have them, you can order them through the store. The service attitude is much better than in shopping malls that are said to be closed to takeaways.

 “Help, please, please let me go.”

After buying the gifts, Zuo Zhong found a coffee shop to spend time. Suddenly he heard someone calling for help. Zuo Zhong threw down a few bills and walked over following the sound.

　　A few white drunkards were entangled with a flower girl, and the two sides were fighting each other.

 But the police officers and Chinese people nearby were just pointing and no one stood up to stop him.

Zuo Zhong walked forward quickly with a sullen face. His fighting ability was only average in the police academy, but he could still deal with a few drunkards.

While the drunkards were not paying attention, Zuo Zhong, who was approaching quietly, suddenly took off his feet and hit the first drunkard's head with a whip kick. With a bang, he kicked him several meters away. The drunkard twitched twice and became motionless.

Before the others could react, Zuo Zhong pulled the second white man’s head to him and slammed his knee into his face, causing him to faint immediately.

The last of the three troublemaking drunkards was left, looking stupidly at Zuo Zhong, who was like a tiger descending from the mountain.

 “Let her go!” Zuo Zhong shouted angrily in English.

The last drunkard trembled in fright, subconsciously let go of the entangled flower girl, and said tremblingly: "Chinese, this is a public concession, you can't do this."

The policeman who had been pretending to be dead just now also reacted, ran over and yelled, cursing: "Don't move!"

Zuo Zhong ignored them, walked to the flower girl and whispered to her to leave quickly. He wanted to save people, not harm them.

Whatever he said, he is also a soldier of the Republic of China. The patrol of the concession will not easily do it, but the flower girl will be unlucky if they are caught.

 The frightened flower girl nodded and quickly shook her head.

Zuo Zhong was her savior. If she left, would she still be considered a human being? Little people have their own views on good and evil.

Too lazy to push around, Zuo Zhong shouted: "Come on, you're just helping me when you leave."

The flower girl nodded, picked up the flower basket on the ground and ran away. The policemen wanted to chase her, but found that the road was blocked by the onlookers, even if they used batons to drive them away, it was useless.

Zuo Zhong felt warm in his heart. Although they did not have the courage to stand up and resist, they still had conscience in their hearts.

Turning around, Zuo Zhong looked at the police officers slowly coming around and said disdainfully: "I am a soldier of the Republic of China, you guys, get out of here!"

Of course, the patrolmen would not care about the Republic of China-military people. This was a public concession, but after Zuo Zhong lifted his clothes to reveal his PPK, the patrolmen with batons suddenly became reasonable and took the initiative to move out of the way.

 Zuo Zhong is panicking, he is definitely panicking.

 Because he knew that if he was really going to be arrested by the police, let alone a small countryman, someone would sacrifice his own son for the sake of the stability of the so-called friendly country.

 It wasn’t until he walked out of the public concession and made sure no one was following him that Zuo Zhong took a rickshaw back to the hotel.

After this incident, Zuo Zhong no longer had the interest to visit Shanghai. After all, no matter how developed and prosperous it was, it was still a concession.

 Lying on the bed in the hotel at night, Zuo Zhong discovered that the mobile phone rewarded by the system seemed to have something on it, and it had not lost any power after a few months.

 Looking at the text messages, radio and other functions on the desktop, Zuo Zhong thought thoughtfully, and then set a power-on and lock screen password.

 The next day, Zuo Zhong took the train again, during which he even tasted the train food of the Republic of China. The taste was hard to describe.

 In the afternoon, Zuo Zhong finally arrived at Jinling, the capital of the Republic of China, and began his career in the Secret Service.

 (End of this chapter)