Chapter 89 Letters from Manchuria (please vote for monthly collection and recommendation votes)
Cheng Qianfan looked at the course schedule carefully.
The courses offered in this special training class in Hangzhou include:
Special Agent Technology, Intelligence Operations, and Scientific Investigation Law, each totaling 65 hours.
Foreign language, 78 hours, including Japanese, English, German and Russian, students can choose electives according to their needs.
Political training, 39 hours.
Firearm shooting, 78 hours.
Automotive Science, 16 hours.
Car driving, 65 hours.
Photography, 78 hours.
Forgery and capture methods are both 78 hours long.
In addition, there are group meetings, commemorative weeks, etc., each of which lasts for 13 hours.
Cheng Qianfan had learned agent skills from Comrade "Zhu Lin" when he was in Teko, but he was still extremely surprised when he looked at the dense curriculum.
Compared with the tutorials of the Special Branch, the courses of the Secret Service are obviously more professional, divided into categories, and more detailed.
"This is a normal course arrangement." Zhao Yansheng said, "You are in a special training class now, and the class hours will be compressed to a certain extent. However, during the assessment, the standards will not be lowered because of the compressed class hours, but will only become more stringent. "
“Brother, thank you for your hard work.” Zhao Yansheng smiled and patted Cheng Qianfan on the shoulder.
Cheng Qianfan nodded, his eyes seemed to be radiating light.
The class hours of the special training class are less than one-third of the normal class. To successfully "graduate", it is necessary to make efforts that ordinary people cannot imagine.
However, Cheng Qianfan is not afraid of difficulties, but is looking forward to it. This is a very rare opportunity to improve himself.
Thinking that he could improve himself through the systematic and professional study of the Kuomintang Secret Service, he felt a sense of expectation and joy that could not be described in words.
…
He was calculating silently in his mind.
Japanese, English and Russian, he is already proficient in.
For foreign language courses, he chose German as an elective.
Firearms shooting, he had excellent grades when he was at the Central Army Military Academy.
He has to study other courses, especially professional courses such as intelligence operations and scientific investigation law. He has actually mastered some of them when he was in Special Branch.
However, Cheng Qianfan reminded himself that in such a professional course, he must be more low-key and must not show that he has mastered it.
Excellent performance in foreign languages and firearms shooting. Judging from his resume, it is relatively reasonable and there will be no flaws.
However, if professional agent skills have a good foundation, this will obviously be a doubtful point.
He can show talent and make rapid progress in learning.
This is what he needs to be careful about. Talent and foundation are completely different concepts.
…
That afternoon, Cheng Qianfan appeared in the special training class for the first time.
There are not many students taking German as an elective, only about ten students.
In the special training class, the most popular elective among students is Japanese.
German instructor Huo Shuying is a middle-aged woman who is very temperamental, very refreshing and capable.
She was surprised to find that this ordinary-looking new student in the classroom could actually keep up with her teaching progress.
Even his spoken German pronunciation is better than that of many students who have studied for more than 20 hours.
“Cheng Wufang, have you studied German before?”
“I have been studying on my own for a while, and I only know a little bit about it.” Cheng Qianfan replied, “Teacher, you still teach well.”
He did not say that he knew English or French, and learning German of the same language family would get twice the result with half the effort.
Cheng Qianfan always keeps in mind that these classmates are his biggest hidden danger in the future. The less others know about him, the greater his chance of survival.
Huo Shuying nodded and agreed with this explanation.
…
“Cheng Wufang, come here.” Firearms instructor Wan Delong glanced at Cheng Qianfan with a smile on his lips.
When arresting Kawada Nagakichi, he witnessed Cheng Wufang's short rifle marksmanship.
Hence, what was handed to Cheng Wufang was not a Mauser pistol, but a medium-grade rifle.
Long guns and short guns are completely different. If you are good at shooting with a short gun, you may not be able to play well with a long gun.
Wan Delong holds his hands behind his back, boy, you are in my hands.
parties!
parties!
parties!
Watching Cheng Qianfan skillfully shoot, pull the bolt, and shoot again, repeatedly.
Very stable.
"9 rings, 9 rings, 10 rings, 10 rings, 9 rings..." the sound of the target announcement came from afar, "ten shots hit, average 9.6 rings."
His!
Wandelong gritted his teeth.
What kind of monster is this guy? The short gun can shoot a headshot from more than ten meters away, but the long gun can also shoot stably and accurately!
All the students looked at this new classmate with expressions of surprise.
“Could this guy be from the military?” Some whispered.
"Even in the army, there are not many people who can have such marksmanship." Someone shook his head and said.
This new classmate is quite mysterious.
"Delong, how is Cheng Wufang's performance?" Yu Pingan, accompanied by Zhao Yansheng, came to inspect and asked.
“Deputy Director Yu, is this guy from the military?” Wandelong asked in a low voice.
Yu Ping'an smiled and said nothing. He checked Cheng Qianfan's grades in the infantry department of the Central Army Officers' School, and found that he had a first-class distinction in firearms shooting.
Cheng Qianfan looked at the Czech light machine gun in his hand with gentle eyes. He hadn't been intimate with this old guy for a long time.
Da da da.
“Deputy Director Yu, I think Cheng Wufang is ready to graduate in firearms shooting.” Wan Delong glanced at Cheng Qianfan, who was happily shooting, and said with a wry smile, “This kid is just wasting bullets by taking firearms classes.”
He often scolds students for wasting bullets, but this "wasting bullets" is not the other "wasting bullets."
"That's fine." Yu Ping'an nodded. Cheng Qianfan joined the class. The course was already tense, so it would be best if he could spend more time on other courses.
“Deputy Director Yu, can you transfer this guy to my staff?” The more Wan Delong looked at Cheng Qianfan, the happier he became.
Yu Pingan glanced at Wandelong and ignored him.
In this way, Cheng Qianfan took a firearms class and graduated early.
…
A few days later.
Changchun, also known as Xinjing, the ‘capital’ of the Puppet Manchukuo.
Imai Tai put down the whip in his hand under the complicated eyes of the Puppet Manchukuo Guards soldiers, which concealed their anger.
"Locked up and not allowed to eat for three days."
“Yes!” An officer smiled flatteringly, nodded and bowed.
The rest of the soldiers were angry but dared not speak out. Xiao Shuanzi's father was ill, so the boy went home privately. When he returned to the camp, he was caught by the cruel instructor Tai Imai.
Having simply cut off a whip, and then locked him up without being allowed to eat, how could little Shuanzi still be alive?
A few hours later, Segawa Tavern.
The drunken Tai Imai wandered out with his arms around a woman who was forcing a smile.
“Mr. Imai.”
Imai raised his head subconsciously.
boom!
The sound of gunshots shocked the crowd.
In the chaos, a man in a trench coat quickly disappeared into the crowd, passed by a cesspit, threw the Mauser pistol in his hand, turned into another alley, and disappeared into the night.
Early the next morning.
Shanghai, French Concession, Yandeli.
Cheng Qianfan’s residence.
A postman slipped a letter from Xinjing, Manchukuo, through the crack in the door...
This chapter is a transitional chapter. Regarding the study in the special training class, there will basically not be too much ink later. I guess that's not what everyone wants to see.
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