Chapter 780 The way home
Zhang Ping bent down, her fingers were slender and beautiful, and she gently picked up the harmonica that fell on the ground.
The first thing you notice is the cool feeling of metal.
Holding the harmonica tightly in her right hand, Zhang Ping carefully checked that the doors and windows were intact, then walked back to the dressing table and turned on the lamp.
Under the dim incandescent light, the charming and beautiful woman carefully studied the harmonica in her hand.
This is an exquisite, brand-new harmonica with the words "Overseas Chinese Harmonica Factory" engraved on the front.
On the side, there is a thin red streamer, a bright red streamer.
This red streamer looked like a red sun in Zhang Ping's eyes, instantly illuminating her eyes and filling her chest!
She just looked at the harmonica in her hand quietly.
Did the organization take the initiative to contact me?
This is what Zhang Ping is thinking at this moment, and it is also her biggest extravagant hope and desire in the past few years!
"Harmonica" is her code name in the Special Intelligence Section. Very few people know this code name. Only her top line leader, Comrade Liu Zeliang, and her old leader, Comrade "Zhu Lin", and her bottom line, Comrade Mao Liangcai, know it.
Comrade Liu Zeliang evacuated from Shanghai, but there was no news later.
Comrade ‘Zhulin’ died heroically at Yuhuatai.
Comrade Xiao Mao died heroically to protect her.
Comrade Liu Zeliang sent someone to contact him?
Zhang Ping nodded, frowned and shook her head, she didn't know.
However, one thing is certain, the possibility that the enemy knows the code name "Harmonium" is extremely low.
This shows that the harmonica was most likely secretly put in by comrades within the party.
Of course, Zhang Ping did not dare to be careless. A voice in her mind reminded her that although the possibility of the enemy knowing the code name 'Harmonium' was extremely low, she had to be on guard.
However, in her heart, she was almost convinced that this was someone sent by the organization to contact her. As for that slight vigilance, it should be said that it was a reflection of the safety principles engraved in the bones of an excellent underground worker.
The organization has come to contact me!
Zhang Ping's heart is excited, delighted, and joyful!
Her eyes stayed on the harmonica and she examined it carefully.
With a thought in her heart, Zhang Ping put the harmonica to her lips and blew gently.
The sound is wrong.
Zhang Ping took the harmonica, looked around, and then played the harmonica again. She soon determined where the problem was.
The woman stood up suddenly, so much that her calves hit the chair.
She didn't even feel the pain in her calf at all. She just held the harmonica in her hand, went to the room where the sundries were kept, and quickly found a small screwdriver.
Carefully unscrew the screws of the harmonica and remove the Dingmao buckle.
Zhang Ping held the harmonica under the light and looked at it carefully.
Look carefully, there is an unevenness in the spring plate.
Zhang Ping took out a pair of small tweezers from the makeup box, gently pried open the reed, and took out a folded piece of paper from underneath.
Zhang Ping put down the tweezers and unfolded the small piece of paper. She took a deep breath and looked at what was written on it:
Too small, can’t see clearly!
Zhang Ping looked for a magnifying glass and saw clearly what was written:
My wife Jingyun, things are wandering around in the world. We have been apart for many years, and I have been searching hard for you, but I finally found out about you.
Meet you at the same place on Julaida Road tomorrow at 10:15.
Secret!
Fu Mingde.
Zhang Ping was stunned, staring at the words on the note. She was so focused that she seemed to want to engrave every word on it in her heart.
After a while, Zhang Ping put down the magnifying glass and the note.
She just sat in front of the dressing table, the corners of her eyes were red, and finally, tears couldn't be held back and flowed down her cheeks.
Tears are flowing, her face is happy and smiling, she is laughing while shedding tears, and she is shedding tears while smiling.
More than three years!
She searched hard for an organization, but couldn't find it.
Now, the gods are so pitiful that the organization has sent people to look for her!
“I’m going home!” A voice said in Zhang Ping’s heart.
She is now convinced that the harmonica was placed in her bag by someone organized by the organization, and the contents of the note are enough to prove it.
Jingyun, Sun Jingyun.
This is a name that has long been etched in her memory.
The organization once intentionally arranged for her to perform a secret mission, and the new identity assigned to her was that of a female teacher, named Sun Jingyun.
According to the plan, the organization arranged for a comrade to pretend to be a couple with her. This comrade’s identity was a newspaper reporter named Ding Mingde.
However, for unknown reasons, this secret mission was suddenly put on hold, and the identity and name of Sun Jingyun were sealed before they were actually used.
Similarly, Ding Mingde’s identity should also be sealed.
The identity background prepared by Teko will not be used again for safety reasons.
The names of the "couple" Sun Jingyun and Ding Mingde have long been sealed. Because the secret mission was cancelled, it is impossible for outsiders to know these two names.
Hence, Zhang Ping can be sure that the person who wrote the note was her ‘husband’ Ding Mingde.
In addition, the old place on Julaida Road written on the note is a place that only she and her husband Ding Mingde know. This was the place where the couple met for the first time according to the agreement.
This meeting place was proposed by ‘Sun Jingyun’ because she is familiar with this place.
This old place is only known to her and her husband Ding Mingde.
Zhang Ping's heart was excited and her blood was surging.
However, after all, Comrade Teko was able to survive so many large-scale raids and still live a good life despite losing contact. After calming down, she began to think about this matter carefully.
The other person is the ‘husband’ Ding Mingde, this is almost certain.
But the question is, is ‘Ding Mingde’ worthy of belief? Is it possible that the other party is a traitor who has betrayed the organization?
Ding Mingde didn’t know her.
So, the other party suspected her identity for some reason, and then tested her in this way?
Once she went to Julaida Road, it was tantamount to admitting the identity of 'Sun Jingyun' and throwing herself into a trap?
Zhang Ping thought a lot. Although she was very sure that her husband Ding Mingde was obviously still a comrade in the party and was sent by the organization to take her home, she was not sure that there was nothing wrong with Ding Mingde.
However, after careful consideration, Zhang Ping made a decision:
Go to appointments on time.
As for whether to inform Cardinal Zhao about the matter and ask him to help with the matter, or arrange for someone to protect him secretly?
Zhang Ping had considered this, but she quickly rejected it herself.
The word "secret" is written on the note, which represents an organizational order. This is a secret joint. God knows this, she knows it, he knows it, and no third person can know it.
Organizational orders are non-negotiable and must be strictly implemented.
Zhang Ping knew that this was a bit risky, but obeying the organization's orders and strictly keeping the organization's secrets were what every Red Party member kept in mind. It was an iron rule!
It is true that under certain circumstances, some comrades will fall into the enemy's trap because of this.
However, organizational discipline is organizational discipline. If everyone does not strictly enforce it for safety reasons and personal considerations, and everyone wants to do something without authorization, such an organization will be loose and the future will be known.
The price of blood includes not only the sacrifices made when confronting the enemy head-on, but also the sacrifice without hesitation even though one knows the possibility of sacrifice!
…
“Nothing?” Araki Harima said with a grim expression.
He glanced at the man who was being held up by two members of the detective brigade. His whole body was no longer human-like, and one eyeball was almost falling off.
“Stubborn.” Wang Kangnian said through gritted teeth.
“It’s a move, but it’s just this…” Tong Xueyong sighed and said.
Araki Harima took the paper from Tong Xueyong's hand.
This is a piece of blood-stained donation paper with a dozen large characters written on it:
Long live the red, long live the people!
Exit the pirate day, and hope to report to me!
"Bag duck down!" Araki Harima screamed strangely, tearing up the blood-stained donation paper to pieces, looking fiercely at Le Qiwen, who only had one relatively healthy eyeball, and that eye was looking over:
This man is still smiling!
Araki Harima took the Type 38 rifle directly from an agent's hand and stabbed Le Qiwen continuously and crazily with the bayonet straight.
“Down with Japan…”
Wang Kangnian looked at Le Qiwen, whose stomach was stabbed to pieces and lying in a pool of blood, and he let out a heavy groan from his nose. For a red party member like Le Qiwen whose bones are harder than the stones in the latrine, he is extremely loyal. I have a headache, which is extremely disgusting.
Such a person, in his hands, will only die, or to be more precise, it is better to die first and then die later.
Tong Xueyong stood aside, looking at the dead Le Qiwen, shaking his head, sighing, silently.
"Mr. Tong seems to be sighing?" Araki Harima looked at Tong Xueyong with a sinister look.
"After all, we were colleagues. I tried my best to persuade him to serve for the Locust Army, but unfortunately, Le Qiwen was stubborn." Tong Xueyong said frankly without quibbles.
"Mr. Tong is indeed loyal to the empire." Araki Harima nodded with satisfaction. Then he ordered Wang Kangnian and Tong Xueyong to take Le Qiwen's body to the woods for burial, and then left with his men.
The grove at night is quiet and even more eerie.
Wang Kangnian naturally would not dig the hole himself, he would have his own men from the detective brigade do it.
“Old boy, let them work while you rest.” Wang Kangnian said.
“When I meet a colleague, I will dig a hole myself and give him a ride.” Tong Xueyong said without putting down the shovel in his hand.
"You were the one who caught him, and you were the one who buried him. There is no need to talk about our friendship." Wang Kangnian took a deep look at Tong Xueyong, then smiled and gave a thumbs up to Tong Xueyong.
“Captain, don’t doubt that I have lingering feelings for the Red Party.” Tong Xueyong said with a smile.
Wang Kangnian laughed, shook his head, and said nothing more.
He had no doubts about Tong Xueyong. This did not mean that he had any evidence or found any doubts. This was purely due to his suspicious character.
However, after secret observation, Wang Kangnian gradually eliminated his doubts about Tong Xueyong. This guy confessed to the Red Party at the Nanshi Traffic Station, and even confessed to a very hidden female Red Party member. Although no one was caught due to various reasons, This is not Tong Xueyong's problem. The information is correct. The failure of the operation has nothing to do with Tong Xueyong.
There is no way out for such a childish chant.
Now, with Le Qiwen's death, Wang Kangnian no longer has any doubts about Tong Xueyong.
Several members of the detective brigade threw Le Qiwen's body into the newly dug pit. Tong Xueyong looked at Le Qiwen in the pit, lit a cigarette, took two puffs, with complicated eyes, and smiled at Wang Kangnian. He smiled and said, "The Red Party members and the military commanders are buried here. They are together underground, and the two of us are together up here. What a twist of fate."
Wang Kangnian squinted his eyes, as if he was fascinated by the wind, and smiled slightly, "Isn't this good? You and I are walking together on the Sunshine Road, and these stubborn elements will be sent to hell."
The pit was quickly filled up.
Tong Xueyong threw the cigarette **** on the ground and invited Wang Kangnian, "Two drinks?"
“Let’s go.” Wang Kangnian nodded, “You and I will raise a toast to celebrate.”
The group of people walked through the woods. Under the night, they looked like monsters coming out of hell. The wind blew and the branches rustled, as if they were saying goodbye or welcoming.
…
The next day.
“Where is the place in front?” Fang Muheng rubbed his hands, took a breath, and asked.
"There is a Japanese and puppet artillery tower in Sanhuali ahead." He Guan pointed to the front and said, "The location of this artillery building is very critical. From here, we can control the entire road. If we cross the road, it will be difficult not to Discovered by the enemy in the turret."
As he spoke, he turned his head and looked to the other side, "Comrade Yu Chang, what do you think?"
Liu Bo licked his dry lips and did not answer directly. Instead, he took out a map from his body and waved his "second brother" and "third brother" over to take a look, "Look, here, here, here."
"As soon as a gun fires here, not only the Japanese and puppet troops in this gun tower, but also the Japanese and puppet troops in these two places can immediately be reinforced. We will be attacked on three sides."
“Comrade Yu Chang, what do you mean?” He Guan glanced at Liu Bo and asked.
Liu Bo smiled. The 'third brother' was still angry with him and kept saying 'Comrade Yu Chang'. Although this was also required by the mission, his tone said everything:
This guy means that he only recognizes Comrade Yu Chang and not Liu Bo.
Fang Muheng wanted to laugh in his heart. He and Liu Bo had basically reconciled, but he knew that He Guan was really angry. When they first met, Liu Bo called He Guan "third brother" either intentionally or unintentionally. Guan Zhi was so angry that he wanted to beat Liu Bo.
“We need to take a detour, from here, around the turret in front of us, and then from here, through the junction of the two sides.” Liu Bo said with a serious expression.
As a top student at the Japanese Military Academy, it can be said that there are not many people in this New Fourth Army squad, or even in the large army, who are more familiar with the Japanese army's combat style and some characteristics than him.
…
Ju Laida Road, at the entrance of a time-honored theater.
Zhang Ping wore a cheongsam with a fur coat on top, and got out of a rickshaw with a small Kun bag on her arm.
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